Blue Dragon in the Marvel Universe

Kanandi Carroll, male, 182 years old, 158 centimeters tall and 64 pounds, is a police officer of the th Precinct of New York City. When .shung was sixteen, his parents, who were police officers, unfortunately died because a group of Mexican drug dealers came to seek revenge. In the days that followed, he relied on his own work to earn money, as well as insurance compensation and pensions from the police. He finished high school and was admitted to the State University of New York. After graduation, he applied to become a New York City police officer.

The grocery store named "Lu Yan's Pawn Shop" had been idle after the original owner was involved in a gang fire and died. It was not until Kanandi Carroll was eighteen years old that he was bought by a real estate agency. After the introduction, I bought this place.

"So? Is he the target of our investigation this time?" Melinda read the identity information on the file while looking at the photo in the upper right corner of the file.

From the front, the first impression of this man named Kanandi Carroll is that he is clean. His smile in the photo looks a bit shy, but very sincere, which makes his first impression even more... There are a lot of points, but if I have to find something wrong, it is that this man's face looks a little sickly pale, and he looks a little bad.

"Can such a man apply for a position in the police station? As far as I know, even civil servants need to go through a series of physical examinations, right?" Although the impression was good, Mei still raised a more objective question. After all, no matter from In terms of appearance, temperament, and physical data, it seems that the man named Kanandi can be called weak.

"Attached are his physical fitness test results and the interviewer's evaluation of him."

"Hmm...it's interesting." Mei opened the content at the back, glanced at it a few times, and nodded slightly.

Kanandi's results were not abnormal or amazing. On the contrary, his written test scores were pretty bad, barely passing, and his physical test scores were not too impressive, just average.

Among the scores of all candidates, this person's data would not attract anyone's attention at all, but now his data is in Mei's hands. Under her scrutiny, the peculiarity of these results suddenly became apparent.

"His various scores...are all within the average line?" Melinda said hesitantly. When she came to this conclusion, she had not yet completed the mental calculation, so she was a little hesitant.

"That's right, and they are all just at the average, looking very ordinary results." Coulson said.

Although this is correct from the results, it does not explain anything. After all, all this can be explained by "coincidence".

But the problem is that they are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, not the police, and they do not need to make any "inference of guilt" on people. They usually preset a position and possibility first, and then "rule out" a certain person through some data and facts. possibility. In this case, simply citing "coincidence" as a reason will not convince them.

Melinda turned to the next page and started looking at my work history.

Judging from his resume, this man is a very down-to-earth person. Except for spending all his accumulated annual leave a few months ago, he has never been absent from work. Although in daily actions, he is not very conspicuous. However, colleagues in the bureau unanimously used the word "reliable" as their evaluation and impression of him.

But if that was all, Melinda still couldn't understand the main reason why this man named Kanandi Carroll was under investigation.

Until she turned to the next page.

Most of the records in the front files are on the surface, which means that they are information that any government agency has the authority to retrieve, while the latter ones were searched from all aspects through their SHIELD means. information.

"Well... the taxes are legal and the insurance is complete... etc." Melinda frowned slowly as she looked at what was written on the file.

Strictly speaking, there are basically no big problems with the information on the file, but sometimes, the absence of problems is actually the biggest problem.

"Why are there no medical records on file?"

"It's not that it's not on the file, it's just that we didn't find any medical records at all." Colson shrugged, "Besides, you can look further back."

It is not too strange that there is no medical record. For a young man in his twenties, it is normal for him to have never been seriously ill. However, if he has some minor illnesses and pains, he may be in good health and can handle it on his own. But the problem is that he is in a high-risk profession like a police officer. According to the file, he was very "lucky" to have never been injured during his work in the police station. Although the injury rate of the police profession is certainly not %, But it's certainly a point worth noting.

"There was an exit record three months ago, and the destination was London. Well... was it the time when he squandered all his annual leave? Hmm? Where is his entry record?"

"We didn't find any entry records of him, but according to the news, he returned to the police station yesterday and resumed his duties." Colson suddenly turned his head, "We followed his credit card records and came to the hotel where he stayed in London. The hotel, after questioning, it turned out that he was still there two days ago, and he hasn’t checked out yet.”

...

Melinda felt a little bit in trouble.

"And...do you know about the 'Big Man' incident?" Coulson suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"What happened at Carver University? Hasn't there been no news about that mutant for a long time?"

"It seems that sitting in the civil service for a long time has made you less sensitive..." Colson said with a smile.

"Stop interrupting!" Melinda raised her eyebrows and glared at Coulson, "If you have anything to say, just say it!"

"Last night we took over an old man who was sick. From his body, we detected blood cells that had experienced gamma lesions. Guess what, the old man suddenly went crazy and overturned the entire ward. Six An agent was seriously injured by him."

Although Coulson's words were a bit unbelievable, Melinda, who had level seven authority, knew everything about the mutant codenamed "Big Man" and how powerful it was.

"So? What does this old man have to do with 'Big Man', and what does he have with 'Canandy Carroll'?" Melinda looked at Colson with a smile and asked word by word, As if he was tired of Coulson's constant selling out.

Coulson, who was an old friend of Melinda, naturally understood what Melinda's smile meant at this time. He quickly explained: "Hey, calm down Mei, I just got to the point. Well... that old man is having a seizure. Before, I drank a bottle of Guarana soda, and we did find more gamma-mutated blood cells in the residue of that bottle of soda. We can basically confirm that the blood in that bottle of Guarana soda is From ‘Big Guy’.”

Before Melinda could ask further questions, Colson continued: "As for the big guy...well, that doesn't seem to be something we need to worry about. Let's continue talking about Kanandi Carroll. Is it a coincidence? Coincidence? It was Kanandy Carroll and his partner who first received the report and rescued the old man. But the question arises, how could a man who went crazy and killed six elite agents be obediently killed? Where were the two ordinary policemen who sent him to the hospital?"

"You also said, 'Go crazy.' Maybe the old man wasn't crazy when they were here?"

"Originally we thought so too, but when we went to the old man's home to collect soda, we found that there were many fist-sized depressions on the ground near the soda..." Colson said noncommittally.

Melinda raised her eyebrows: "...is there anything more precise?"

Colson smiled and nodded, handing over a tablet.

"This is internal police video data, which comes from the recorders of the police officers when they were performing their duties. According to police regulations, this video was almost destroyed because it exceeded the storage time limit. Fortunately, we saved it in time." Ke Erson said.

Melinda took the phone and clicked on the video. The video was a little unclear, dark, and shaky. It could be seen that it was indeed taken by a recorder worn by the police.

"Are you ready?"

"No problem, Hank!"

"OK! 3, 2, 1..."

"Bang!" The camera shook violently, and a heavy kick on the door rang out.

"Don't move! nypd! Get down!"

But this standard warning from the police was met with flashes of fire and deafening gunshots.

"Damn! Didn't those sons of bitches say they didn't have guns?"

The screen suddenly shrunk, and it was still filming the ground. It looked like the two police officers were temporarily suppressed by each other's firepower.

"Headquarters! My name is nypd-kd0311. I am encountering a drug dealer armed with a gun at 16 Eighty-eighth Street. Requesting support. Repeat. Requesting support!" The man wearing a law enforcement recorder found the opportunity to fire back, while shooting at yelled the walkie-talkie over his shoulder.

In the video, the sound of the bullet spinning at high speed and tearing the air seemed to pass by. In addition, the picture was pitch black, with only the flash of fire lighting up continuously when the gun was fired. It made people feel that the situation at that time must have been extremely dangerous.

"Hank! They're running away!"

"Don't be impulsive, Carol. The information we got is wrong. This group of people cannot be left by just the two of us. Stay here!"

"No! I won't let any of their drug dealers run away!" The man named Carroll said coldly.

"Danger! Don't go!"

Bang!

Since the perspective of the recorder was first-person, the sense of immersion was very strong. Melinda's hair stood up subconsciously almost as soon as the gunshot rang out - there was no doubt that the target of this gun was the person wearing the recorder.

"Hank!"

Zilla!

In the darkness, Carol's cry sounded, followed by a sharp noise, then a burst of chaotic footsteps from a distance, and finally the sound fell silent.

"Damn it, can't you understand what I'm saying? I told them to leave..."

The video ended abruptly, and as the video ended, the second video was scrolled.

"We used technical means to increase the brightness of the picture just now and did some processing, so we found this picture..." As Colson said, the second video slowly played.

The picture of the second video is indeed much brighter and clearer as Coulson said. You can see that opposite "Hank", "Carol" used the door frame as a cover and fought back at the drug dealers in the room from time to time.

Just after "Hank" persuaded "Carol" to let the drug dealers escape, it can be seen that "Carol"'s actions were obviously more radical.

"No! I won't let them run away!" After Carol said this angrily, he turned around and jumped in from the door. After Hank noticed Carol's movements, he wanted to reach out. He stopped him, but was a step too late. Not only did he fail to stop Carol, he also exposed most of his body.

The drug dealers on the opposite side took this opportunity to shoot Hank. As the bullets flew, the speed of the video slowed down, so Melinda could clearly see the trajectory of the bullets, as well as the sudden... Something appears!

Just when the bullet was about to hit Hank, a side of... glass suddenly condensed in the air? It just blocks the path of the bullet. The glass seemed thin, but it was extremely hard. Even the bullet hitting it stirred up a layer of sparks, making a harsh "Zira" sound, and was then bounced away.

"Superpower person??" Melinda's face instantly turned cold.