Be a Poison Milk from Marvel Prison

Chapter 22 Surrounding
early morning.

Zhong Shen obediently woke up from the bed covered with pink sheets and a snow-white rabbit doll. He blinked his big sky blue eyes and was full of motivation for the new day.

"Hey-"

Get up and cheer yourself up.

Zhong Shen jumped out of bed obediently, his floor was as soft as white clouds, and his walls were as sweet as candy.

The toothpaste was watermelon, and the shaving cream had the refreshing smell of peaches.

Zhong Shen obediently looked at himself in the mirror, with a chubby little face, Ke Ke Nanai's small canine teeth, and short black hair a little messy.

"It would be great if I could tie another flower on my ear~"

Correct!
Zhong Shen's obedient show today's task is to pick a beautiful flower, not the piercing roses, nor the blooming light yellow chrysanthemums.

He wants a fragrant flower.

"Well, let's go find the sweet-scented osmanthus." Zhong Shen obediently thought in his heart.

As soon as Zhong Shenguaixiu walked out of the door of the room, he saw Peter Little Cutie running like the wind on the wide Cotton Candy Street.

Followed by Ben is cute and May is super beautiful. They are holding each other's hands, and their chubby faces are full of smiles.

"Hey, sweetheart, what are you doing today?"

Seeing Zhong Shen's obedient show, showing his little canine teeth, Ben Laocute asked with a smile.

Zhongshen Guaixiu also showed exactly the same canine teeth, small and pointed, like a budding flower.

"Hi, lovely old Ben, I'm going to pick osmanthus flowers today~"

"Wow, sweet-scented osmanthus is rare, you have to go a long way." Mei Chaomei also showed her little canine teeth and said.

"Yes, I plan to go to the north to look for it. If there is no me in the north, I will go to the south." Zhong Shen obediently showed 'perseverance' on his face.

"Then I wish you success—" Ben Lovely and Mei Chaomei said in unison.

"Okay." Zhong Shenxiu nodded and walked north.

suddenly!

His heart felt like an electric shock.

He suddenly realized: it is summer now, where does the sweet-scented osmanthus come from?
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Off Ingram Street.

4:31 a.m. New York time.

It's a dark and quiet night, but now this area is extremely lively, the rustling sound of the walkie-talkie, the dazzling yellow enveloping tape can be seen everywhere, and the warning white woven lamp illuminates this place like daytime.

Holding hamburgers and fried chicken, the New York police officers with dark circles kept pacing there.

Their eyes now float like moods.

From time to time, I looked towards Ingram Street behind the encirclement.

The wide street there is now completely enveloped by an unknown mass of red light. The red light is like a semi-elliptical bowl, covering Ingram Street.

Now there is no sound in Ingram Street, and none of their instruments can be used inside.

Whether it is an unmanned aerial vehicle, or a video car crawling on the ground.As long as they entered the red light, without exception, they would lose contact instantly.

Even
New York Police Commissioner George Stacey frowned, his blond eyebrows now looking like a crooked caterpillar.

In his waist bag is a sandwich made by his wife, his favorite food in the world.Every time my wife always prepares a lot for him to eat when he has an emergency.

But now he has no appetite at all.

His eyes were just fixed on the red light that suddenly appeared and enveloped the entire Ingram Street.

It wasn't that there were no bold police officers who tried to walk into it just now. For safety, they also tied three wrist-thick iron chains around the waist of that heroic police officer.

but.
Finally, when the warrior stepped into the red light.

They could no longer contact him.Even the chains pulled back by four or five police officers and a muscle car took a lot of effort.

I don't know what sharp thing cut it off directly!
The fracture is smooth and flat, as if it has withstood the samurai sword heated to thousands of degrees on TV, and a super sword master who is proficient in Iai uses it to slash with all his strength.

Also like the lightsaber in Star Wars.

This was the weird idea that popped into George's mind at the time.

Now the hearts of all the police officers are very heavy. Not only have they just lost a heroic teammate, but they don't even know where the red light came from, what it consists of, and whether it will continue to spread.

This has frustrated the self-confidence of these high-achieving students who graduated from the police academy.

After all, they are just ordinary people, for this supernatural phenomenon.They really can't do anything, they can only long for a superhero like "Captain America" ​​in their hearts, just like they saved World War II, to save them.

But instead of Captain America, a group of agents in black suits arrived!
They stepped down from rows of tall, dark Chevrolet off-road vehicles. Their neat suits were spotless without any wrinkles. These agents even wore cool sunglasses even in the dark.

Phil Coulson walked in the front, silently greeting the police officers who cast questioning glances with a smile.

Finally he came to George Stacey.

"Sir, we are from the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistic Support Agency. We will take over here, and your people can leave."

While speaking, Coulson also took out his ID card and a long piece of related documents from his pocket.

George first carefully looked at his ID for a while, and when he saw the badge of the eagle flapping its wings, George's eyes widened inadvertently.

Sitting in his position, he can always know something that others don't.

He knew about the so-called Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistic Support Bureau.

George has dealt with them a few times before, and these people are experts in handling such supernatural cases.

Seeing them coming, George's heart suddenly relaxed a lot.

Then he took the document and looked at it carefully.The seventy to eighty centimeter long document was covered with heavyweight red stamps one after another.

Even the current president's chapter can only be ranked second to last.

And the red badge at the bottom is very complicated, like a mess, even George has never seen it before.

After reading the documents, he looked up and glanced at the high-tech precision instruments that the agents kept moving out of the trunk of the vehicle.The silver-white mechanical aesthetics are fully revealed on each of these machines.

George was completely relieved.

"Then I will trouble you." George said politely after refolding the document and handing it to Coulson.

Coulson received the document and continued to put it in his arms. He also responded to George with that standard professional smile, "This is what we should do. Please evacuate your people as soon as possible, and this area will be completely sealed off."

"Okay." George nodded, and waved to the surrounding police officers who seemed a bit redundant and stuck in place because of the professional agents coming, and said,
"Hey guys, go back to your respective posts, and the vacation will be cancelled, and you will be on standby at the police station at any time. Don't talk about what happened today, so as not to cause panic." George comforted these police officers with experienced words. The minds of the staff are in a mess.

With the flickering of the police lights, all the police officers left like a tide.

Coulson stood where George had been.

Looking up at the frightening red light, he silently took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Boss, I'm here."

(End of this chapter)