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Chapter 11 Absorbing People

A city, a slum.

Overcast clouds obscured the starry sky, and oppressive darkness enveloped catch.The dark alleyway is narrow and compact, and garbage that has not been cleaned up is piled up at every corner, filled with a strong stench.The already dim street lights flickered continuously due to the aging of the lines, and the cold wind passed through the dilapidated old buildings.

A well-trained team of agents sneaked into one of the buildings silently, and quickly and swiftly ascended the dilapidated stairs.They all wore black combat uniforms with the iconic eagle emblem representing S.H.I.E.L.D. printed on the sleeves.

The team was set up in the aisle on the fifth floor.Grant Ward, a seventh-level agent with a straight face all day long and thick stubble on his chin; Melinda May, a female agent who once had the title of "Iron Knight" and an operation expert.These two were the highest-level SHIELD agents present, and they were also the team leaders in charge of this operation.

The two stood guarding the door of the room with house number 502, one on the left and the other on the right. The paint on the old wooden door was almost completely peeled off.The two agents communicated silently with gestures and eyes, counting down to prepare to break the door, while several guns pointed at the old wooden door.

Ward kicked the door backwards, and the wooden door fell back with a mournful sound, stirring up a thick layer of dust.He raised the gun steadily with standard movements, and the flashlight shot out a golden light path among the flying dust.

There was only one room behind the door, and the room without the light turned on was pitch black, and there seemed to be no one in it.There is only a desk, a computer, a large wardrobe and a simple wooden bed in the room, and the bed has not been made yet.

Ward scanned around with a flashlight, and after confirming that no one was there, he walked in first, followed by Agent May.Their tactical boots squeaked on the aging wooden floor.

"It looks like we're a step too late." Ward turned to May and said, "Krill is gone."

Agent May frowned, but didn't answer.Still holding her breath, she explored the cramped room slowly with the beam of her flashlight.

Just when her flashlight was about to move to the big wardrobe, the "wardrobe" actually moved!Or to be precise, something attached to the outside of the wardrobe moved.The burly shadow rushed forward like a jackal lurking in the darkness, and the swirling wind stirred the floating dust into a whirlpool.

It's Carl Krill, the psychic codenamed Absorber.He transformed his body into the same material as the wardrobe and clung to its surface like a cunning chameleon.

Perhaps someone leaked the news, and Creel knew about their visit in advance.

Ward and May reacted quickly to dodge, but the agents behind were not so lucky.Creel knocked the two agents into the air like a bull in a bullring, flying out of the room and into the hallway.

The rest of the people reacted quickly.They raised their guns tacitly and fired, and the intertwined firepower net quickly covered Creel.But at the same second, Creel's skin switched to a diamond-clear state, and countless bullets screamed and sputtered from that layer of diamond skin, and the deflated and deformed bullet casings jingled and scattered on the floor.

Creel had obviously already prepared the diamonds for shape change on his body, and guns and ammunition had no effect on his diamond-like skin.Creel beat the team to pieces with three punches and two kicks. He was so powerful that these agents had no chance.

Agent May hit Creel's left arm powerfully with a spin kick, but unfortunately, the Absorber who switched to the diamond state did not move at all.He turned around, and Diamond's right arm stretched out like a poisonous python, slamming Agent May's throat.Using his right arm, he easily lifted Agent May off the ground, and with a flick of his arm, he threw her out, crashing through the peeling paint wall and rolling into the next room.

In just six or seven seconds, only Agent Ward was left in the team that broke into this room.At this time, Grant Ward, an operation expert with the seventh-level authority of S.H.I.E.L.D., showed first-class agent quality. The bottom is raised from the top, and the barrel is pointed directly at the opponent's jaw.The trigger was pulled, the gun flashed, and the bullet bounced off Creel's indestructible diamond jaw violently, but the impact also made his head tilt back involuntarily.

Too bad it still wasn't enough to do enough damage.Creel quickly adjusted, slapped Ward's pistol flying with his palm, and slammed his huge fist at his sky cap. The diamond's skin reflected bright flashes under the streetlights coming in from the window.

Ward took advantage of the situation and slid a slide shovel past Creel's side. The diamond punch landed on the floor where he was half a second ago, making a hole the size of a bowl.

Agent Ward adjusted his position, and with his rich fighting experience, avoided the opponent's two punches one after another. At the same time, he slammed the opponent's waist ribs, back knees and other joints with the knife in his hand and kicked his legs, but the effect was as if he had hit a rock. little.

Creel grabbed him for a moment of slow closing and suddenly grabbed his wrist, took his arm and threw Ward completely sideways.Agent Ward's body fell heavily on the wooden bed next to the wall of the room, and the bed was overwhelmed and was smashed into two pieces from the middle.

Ward was lying on his back in the middle of the collapsed plank bed, the pain was like thousands of sharp needles provoking the nerves in his back.But Creel obviously didn't intend to allow him to breathe, the big man pinched his throat and lifted him from the ground, and pressed him hard against the wall.Wall dust rustled from the ceiling, and the whole room seemed to shake.

Creel pressed him against the wall, but instead of killing him, he approached him and asked in a deep voice, "How do you know I'm here?"

The pain seemed to intensify, and the pressure on his neck made him almost suffocate.Grant Ward gritted his teeth and almost squeezed out: "The body odor chasing you?"

Creel's eyes flashed fiercely, and at the same time, he increased his strength.The tremendous pressure squeezed Agent Ward's throat, blocking his airway, and seemed to be killing him.

Ward's consciousness began to drift, and for a moment he thought he was dead.But Carl Creel's movements suddenly stopped, his pupils constricted, his hands loosened involuntarily, and he staggered back two steps.A series of rippling ripples began to appear on his skin that had been switched into a diamond shape, and then began to transform wildly uncontrollably.His skin alternated between rubber, wood, and back to diamond moments later, almost like a Transformer.

It's Agent May.She slammed a cylindrical complex instrument hard into Creel's back.The electronic suction cup at the end of the cylinder was firmly attached to Creel's body. The device rotated at a high speed, and countless particles poured into Creel's body along the suction cup like an unstoppable flow of water, destroying the original balance mechanism in his body. , disrupting his superpower of absorbing transformation.

Creel let out a low howl in pain, and knelt down heavily on the ground.Agent Mei flew up and kicked him in the face without hesitation, swept him to the ground, fainted and remained motionless.

Mei let out a long sigh of relief, and stretched out her hand to the panting Ward who was leaning against the wall: "Are you okay?"

Ward held her outstretched palm and stood up with difficulty: "I can't die."

The two of them glanced at the unconscious Creel on the floor, both feeling terrified.

Ward squatted down, carefully looking at the device inserted into Creel's back that paralyzed his ability: "This thing really works. Fitz developed it?"

Mei shook her head: "No, Coulson said that it was specially dispatched by the superiors for this operation. But no matter who designed this thing, I think we owe him his life."

(End of this chapter)