The devil roaming the American comics

"Oh, this damn guy"

In the police station, in the chief's office, Shigant put down the phone and joked.

Looking at him now, there was no submissiveness at all on the phone, nor the embarrassment of being coerced. On the contrary, his posture was unusually calm, sitting on the office chair and tapping the table like an old cat.

"It seems that Frank is really a little impatient, and that's right. After all, ghosts have attacked his family, which has made his people panic and his business has been greatly affected."

"His funds are still useful to the organization, but they cannot be destroyed so easily."

"but"

Shigant weighed whether it was worth using the power behind him to help Frank. You must know that the organization is still in the incubation period and he is not yet a member of the New York branch. It will be very troublesome to use power.

"But this line has been maintained for more than ten years. Isn't it too late to change people now?"

"Forget it, let's help him this time. After all, if it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have been noticed by the organization. I hope he is worthy of my efforts." His fingers stopped tapping, and Shigant picked up the phone and edited a message. , sent to a specific encrypted satellite channel.

Eastern Europe, Kosovia.

Hydra No. 1 Research Base, Headquarters Information Department.

"Sir, I received an encrypted request for help from a staff member in the New York headquarters."

"Turn in."

"Yes."

The information was forwarded all the way to the interior of the base until it was intercepted by a person with first-level authority, who quickly read the information and gave a reply. The information was encrypted again and sent back to New York.

New York, S.H.I.E.L.D.

This encrypted information was sent to the relevant person in charge at an extremely fast speed without any internal review.

Today is not a busy day. Compared to SHIELD's field staff, Sitwell, a level 6 agent from the Internal Service Bureau, has a fairly leisurely job, but who makes him hold another part-time job?

No, as soon as I sat down and prepared to rest for a while, the cell phone that I had placed separately rang. Sitwell took it out and looked at it, and immediately frowned. It's troublesome.

Eastern Europe has always been a burden. Since the end of the Cold War, Aegis Hydra has come from behind, and its scientific research capabilities have far surpassed the Eastern European branch. Sitwell does not understand why the top management of the organization is so insistent on Eastern Europe.

Years of useless research, blind pursuit of the power of myths and legends, investment of funds and human resources, but no scientific conclusions.

Now, it was even more serious. They were actually allowed to risk being exposed and use the power of New York to find something to fight against the gang's street ghosts. He really wanted to refuse it directly.

"It's a pity that Alexander won't agree. Well, let's dispatch a team to deal with it." Thinking about it, he directly issued orders to the team members belonging to Hydra in SHIELD's internal system.

After receiving the news, the Hydra team quickly packed up their equipment and collected information. They searched all the gangs in New York, big and small, online.

Some of the complex dark organizations with wrong backgrounds, such as the Kingpin, the Bigfoot Gang, and Mrs. Gao, directly ignored them and did not harass them. The remaining small local snake organizations or neighborhood gangs would visit their leaders one by one.

Two days later, the Hydra team collected a lot of information from both the light and dark parts. After comparing it with the SHIELD database, they had roughly locked in a range.

However, in the past few days, the street ghost has been out of action, which has caused trouble for the Hydra team, because although they have locked the suspect's information, they have not found any valid address.

After searching around, finally, by coincidence, they also locked onto Warehouse No. 33 at the Queens Transportation Terminal.

The weather is very good today. Although there is no cloud in the sky, the sunshine is very soft. When it shines down, there is a gentle wind blowing away the heat, bringing bursts of warm warmth.

The warmth blowing on her body attracted the attention of the hellfires in Mindi's body. They stirred up the breath of human souls brought by the warmth, wanting to break free, sweep away the delicious souls in the world, and silence the hell together.

"Dad, I feel itchy in my wings. Please help me see if they are coming out."

Al looked behind Mindy. There were no bulges on the clothes that hugged her body. "Don't always be suspicious. Haven't you already tamed them?"

"But they're still very grumpy and I always feel like they're going to come out at any moment, especially"

"what"

Al looked at Mindy, whose voice suddenly dropped, and immediately understood something. He stopped and squatted in front of her, looked at her and said: "Daughter, I don't seem to have told you that hellfire is a fire in hell. Such punishments will continue to burn the souls of sinners in endless time and space."

"It's their instinct"

"But our world is very bad and full of evil. Everyone on the street has had some evil thoughts to some extent, but some people take action and some people can control them well. own behavior.”

"Hellfire appears in this world. They have never seen so many sinful souls. Therefore, you must control them well and trust them. Any soul that attracts their attention is a sinner."

Mindy stood on the street, tilting her head and lovingly listening to her father's explanation. As she learned more about hellfire, she became more comfortable in soothing the restlessness in her body.

She kept saying to them in her heart: Now is not the time, now is not the time, wait, wait, I will make you full.

While comforting her, Mindy's eyes suddenly turned to a middle-aged man passing by.

"What's wrong Mindy?"

"Dad, his soul is too dirty, full of stench, and there is a lot of resentment surrounding him. He, he is a copper smelter."

"Where did you see it, soul?"

"No"

Mindy's little face turned vicious. She glanced at the middle-aged man with disgust, gritted her teeth and said, "He is looking at me with that look now."

Al was stunned and wanted to turn around, but he held it back. There are so many people who don't know whether to live or die these days.

Suddenly, Al came up with a strategy for Mindy: "Remember that back alley three blocks away?"

"Ah."

"Very well, now pretend to be arguing with your father. Then you get very angry and go back to that back alley and cry there. It's a dead end."

"Will he follow?"

Al smiled silently: "I'll let him follow me. Remember to calcine his soul for a while later."

"I will"

Mindy nodded vigorously, then curled her lips, and suddenly raised her voice and made a loud noise: "You just don't love me anymore, go find that younger bitch."

"She is two years younger than me. Ha, it suits your preferences. I was also that big at the beginning, but now I am getting bigger."

"You're such a bastard and I hate you."

A series of curses and roars were completed in one go. Finally, Mindy pushed Al hard, wiped away tears, turned around and ran away.

Al was really stunned. This is not the plot in the script.

Where did this damn kid learn this rhetoric? Isn’t this a misunderstanding?

He raised his head and looked at the strange eyes on the street and the hands and feet of the onlookers who were ready to move. Al pressed the brim of his hat and slipped away.

But when he passed by the middle-aged man with surprised eyes, he suddenly muttered: "What a pity, I'm not tired of it yet."