Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 554 Marvel's Arkham (Second Guarantee)

the next day.

Mark stood in Federation Square with his right hand fisted against his chin, looking up at his base, the Federal Building, thoughtfully.

Originally, there were three abbreviations [F], [B], and [I] on the outer wall of the Federal Building.

But now there are only [F] and [I] left on the outer wall.

[B] gone.

It's a sad thing.

Mark stared at an English letter hidden in the grass not far away and said with a soft sigh: "Jack, do you know how long our building has been established?"

Next to him, Jack, who was promoted to deputy director only overnight, shook his head in a daze.

Mark was even more sad.

Debbie, who came with her, would not give any face because Jack was already a level above her, and said directly: "Boss, the New York FBI was the first to be established, and it was established in [-]."

Mark nods.

Turning around and looking at Jack and Debbie, he asked with a rather melancholy expression: "Yes, the New York FBI has been established since [-], and the three letters on it have been hanging for so many years. When the old director was not on sick leave and was hospitalized, I proposed to replace it with a spotlight, do you know how the old director replied at that time?"

Jack sent an emergency signal for help to the knowledgeable Debbie.

He had only been deputy director for less than 24 hours, and he didn't want to be the first deputy director in the history of the FBI to be beaten up by the director.

Debbie gave Jack a helpless look.

But Mark looked up at the only two letters left and said with nostalgia: "Each branch has its iconic things, the Washington FBI has the Hoover Building, and the California Bureau of Investigation has the orange red building." The logo building, of course we also have the New York Bureau of Investigation. These three letters are our logo. When the old director was there, he said that these three letters will not be changed unless he is dead. This is the lineage of our New York FBI. .”

Jack shivered.

Debbie said in a low voice with a strange expression: "Boss, the old director passed away at the California Hot Spring Hotel last month."

Mark raised his eyebrows and said, "Really?"

Debbie nodded and said, "You were the one who arranged for me to attend the funeral of the old chief last month."

Mark remembered.

Looking at a certain letter that fell into the grass, his expression changed and he raised his eyebrows and said, "That's great, send someone to contact a design company. I want to replace these three letters. They won't light up at night. , How can it highlight the uniqueness of our Federal Building."

He has long disliked these three letters, and he planned to change them on the first day he took office.

But the old director was still alive at the time.

After all, it was the old director who named Mark to join the New York branch.

Always have to scruple a little incense.

No?
After Mark finished speaking, he walked towards the building on his own.

The federal agents who hadn't turned the corner were left behind.

Debbie: "..."

Jack: "..."

Federal agent: "..."

Inside the office.

Mark stood at the window with a weird expression and looked down at Times Square, which was three blocks away from Federation Square.

Nearly 90.00% of the traces of last night's battle had already disappeared.

If it weren't for a few workers hanging brand-new external wall monitors over there, they probably wouldn't have thought that there had been a fierce battle here last night.

This also proves another thing.

The Disaster Reconstruction Agency, or DRA for short, really exists.

It may even be a secret agency like S.H.I.E.L.D.

Have a look.

Only twelve hours or so had passed.

hiss.

So terrifying.

quite a while.

Debbie walked in with a copy and said to Mark, "Boss, we found out. The blue-skinned monster that was destroyed in Times Square last night was sent to Ravencroft Mental Hospital."

Mark turned around and frowned, "Ravencroft?"

Debbie nodded.

After thinking for a while, Mark put the bourbon glass on the tea table and said, "Come with me."

Debbie said, "Yes."

The history of mental hospitals is similar to that of human civilization.

The most famous one is Arkham in the next universe.

But here.

Mark can name two other mental hospitals that are as famous as Gotham Arkham or even surpassed without hesitation.

There are green mountains in the east.

So native New York?

Ravencroft Asylum.

On the way to the Ravencroft Mental Hospital, Mark suddenly frowned and said, "By the way, is the little guy we caught with ashes still inside?"

Debbie directly used her authority to log in to Ravencroft's database and shook her head, "Five years ago there was a riot in Ravencroft, and that little guy was stabbed to death by a prisoner."

Mark smiled and said: "It's a pity, I remember that this little guy was persuaded by me to go with me."

Debbie nodded numbly, but her heart was twitching.

persuade?

Conquer it.

Just after chatting for a while.

After crossing the country road.

The distinctive stone walls of the Ravencroft Asylum came into view.

Vertigo docked at Ravencroft's barred gate.

Mark lowered the window and opened his ID card directly to the camera.

After three seconds.

beep!
beep!
beep!
The iron bars automatically opened towards the sides.

Boom.

The classic convertible sports car transformed from vertigo made a violent roar and drove straight towards the mental hospital.

After parking the car.

Mark took Debbie directly through the maze-like but heavily guarded mental hospital.

soon.

Mark took Debbie to find their old friends.

"Kafka."

"Louis, long time no see."

"Of course, who told you to regard Ravencroft as your own home? Why? Finally, you can't think about changing from a researcher to a researcher?"

"..."

Mark hugged Kafka in front of him, who had short curly hair and a square-shaped face with eyes, and then let go, so he flirted.

Kafka could only helplessly shake his head and change the subject: "Why did you remember this place today?"

Mark smiled and said, "I'll give you two chances."

"The blue-skinned monster from last night."

"That's right, it's a pity that you are married, otherwise I would invite you to the steel pipe night club you used to go to the most. I heard that there is a steel pipe night market in Brooklyn. The steel pipe is named after you?"

Kafka looked at the time on the office wall and said, "Just right, I'm planning to study that blue-skinned monster, are you interested in visiting together?"

Mark shrugged: "Of course, I'm here for that."

Soon.

Ravencroft's basement three floors.

With his hands behind his back, Mark looked thoughtfully at the blue skin that was fixed and soaked in the pool.

It's no different than a Smurf.

only.

The Smurfs who live in the Fairy Forest have hair.

This one in front of me?
shiny.

It fully complies with the ultimate law of going bald first if you want to become strong...

(End of this chapter)