Marvel's Great Old Ones

Manhattan, the hotel where Takov and his party stayed.

"Boss, our people have made new discoveries about that guy."

One of his men opened the door of the sauna and woke up the sleepy Takoff.

"Um--"

Takov opened his eyes, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "What new developments have those wastes made? How is the situation?"

The sharp-eyed subordinate brought a wet towel from outside and handed it over, lowering his head respectfully.

"One of his officers was swarming the Brooklyn police station when he spotted a police officer investigating the case."

"What the hell? Those losers just discovered this. What do they eat? Am I raising them just to waste money!"

When he heard that he had just found a police officer investigating the case, without any information about the guy, Takoff became furious.

I have spent a lot of money in the past few days, but there is no effect at all. I don't find anything every day, or I have a conflict with someone again.

"This case was classified as a smuggling case at the police station. Those people have already taken care of it, but the policeman has been investigating the matter."

"It's been so long, maybe the policeman has discovered something. Boss, do you want to see the policeman? The subordinate has already brought him here."

"never mind."

Takov wiped his face, felt a little more awake and energetic, waved his hand and said: "Since I brought him, let's meet him."

Brian was a little panicked now. He originally planned to go to the information department of the bureau to check the population changes in Brooklyn. As soon as he read the documents, he was taken away from his home to an unknown place by some armed guys.

Ironically, as a police officer, his head was covered with a big paper bag, and he was sitting in the back seat of a car between two big men like a prisoner who had been arrested for committing a heinous crime.

The car is not going to the suburbs, it is still in the city. Brian's ears twitched slightly as he heard the commotion.

He tilted his head slightly, trying to discern where he was being taken by the sound.

There are many different car engine sounds and horn sounds, and they should all be from relatively expensive cars.

Through careful analysis, Brian suddenly came to a conclusion.

This should be Manhattan, and they seemed to have taken me to the back entrance of a hotel.

He heard people talking from far behind, and his nose smelled a pungent stench and the stench of kitchen waste.

"Who will it be?"

After waiting outside a room for a while, Brian was pushed into a room.

Is this the hotel sauna?

As soon as he entered the room, Brian felt a sense of moisture and stuffy heat.

The guys didn't remove the paper bag from his head, so he could only collect the information in the room by feeling.

"I heard you were asking about the Pericles Pier case."

Takov observed the little policeman in front of him with interest. Even if this guy was kidnapped, he only felt a little flustered and his mood was very stable.

"Who are you? Where are you? You are kidnapping a national official and committing a crime. Do you know that?"

"Oh, then does this police officer want to try to arrest me?" Takov looked at Brian with amusement and said, "I ask, you answer, otherwise I may not guarantee that you will be harmed."

"Are you so arrogant? I'm a policeman." Brian pretended to be arrogant, intending to test the identities and attitudes of the people in front of him.

"Police, Ouyou, I'm so scared, hahaha——"

Takov laughed, and while gesturing to his men, he said, "You'd better cooperate, otherwise you will suffer."

Peng!

One of the men received the signal and suddenly punched Brian hard in the stomach.

"Well!"

Brian let out a muffled groan and almost fell to the ground softly from the beating. He only felt a cramping pain in his abdomen, as if his intestines had been interrupted, and he felt vomiting from time to time.

"Who are you and what are you asking?"

Takov turned his head and asked his men to light a cigarette for him. He took a deep breath and asked, "I don't care why you want to investigate this case. What I want to ask is, after you have investigated this case for so long, have you gained anything?"

"You'd better not disappoint me. Neither you nor I want to see such consequences."

Brian lowered his head, and he was startled when a gun muzzle was suddenly pressed against his head.

Not only in New York, but all over the world, killing a police officer is an extremely serious matter, which will lead to crazy suppression and revenge from the police, even the military, and the country.

Are these guys trying to kill me? Damn it, I'm a police officer, this is New York, so many world organizations are here, they're crazy!

"I don't have any big results yet, but I checked out some, and in Brooklyn, a guy popped up there and bought a crappy church for hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash."

Brian couldn't care about anything else. He didn't dare to gamble on the sanity of these gangsters. He absolutely couldn't die here like this. His goal hadn't been achieved yet, so he couldn't die!

After recalling the documents he had just read, he said in a somewhat urgent tone: "The origin of that guy is unknown. He appeared suddenly. There must be something wrong. I am willing to cooperate with you. I can check him for you."

"Check!" Takov showed a weird smile, "No need to check, it's him, it must be him."

Brian was stunned, what do you mean? There is no need to investigate, are they planning to just decide it? He was already dead, and he was causing that person to die with him.

Takov motioned to the assistants on the side to summon his men, and gave a few instructions in the ear of one of his men.

"Mr. Policeman, whether you live or die depends on whether you are willing to cooperate."

Gently patting Brian's face, Takov took the yellow chewing gum-like thing handed over by his subordinates. The "chewing gum" came with a strange device.

"C4 plastic bomb, you should know, plus human body monitoring equipment, if you try to escape, haha..."

He installed the device on Brian's waist and said in his ear: "Lead the way and find him. As long as you don't kill him, bring him to me."

Brian was furious, but he had no choice. Now that he was the fish on the chopping block, what choice did he have?

Not long after, four black cars drove more than a dozen of his men from the hotel's underground parking lot toward Brooklyn.

At two o'clock in the morning, I saw that the church lights had been turned off for a while, and four black cars drove out from various intersections.

As soon as the car stopped, several strong men rushed out of the car and checked the situation around the church.

The location of the church is close to the suburbs, and there is such a large cemetery behind it. Normally, no one would pass by here unless necessary.

Seeing that there was no one around and no residents would open the windows to look out, a few people made gestures.

Swish!

The car door opened wide, and except for Brian and a few people who were driving, everyone got out of the car and quickly checked for weapons.

A small leader inspected the layout of the church and asked several of his men to go to the back door. He took the lead and felt toward the church door.

The church has three entrances, one front door and two front doors. For lighting and beauty, a large area is equipped with glazed windows.

A man pushed the window gently, but it didn't move. It was locked.

Just as he was about to give the order to force his way in, a subordinate suddenly pushed open the door, which was unlocked.

After looking at each other, several people took advantage of the darkness and walked into the church.

Holding their breath, the few of them tried to walk as gently as possible, slowly groping in the dark night.

Turning on the safety of the pistol, the little leader turned and motioned to several of his men to search upstairs, while the others scattered around, each responsible for searching a room.

That guy seems to have fallen asleep, the little boss thought, and slowly looked in the direction where he thought the bedroom was.

"What are you looking for?"

An obscene voice sounded behind him. The voice lowered its voice timidly. He thought it was one of his subordinates coming over.

I don't know why, but since this "subordinate" came over, a sudden cold air rose from his back, making him feel a little creepy, and he felt a creepy feeling in his heart for no reason.

"Fake, is the air conditioning turned on here?"

Without looking back, the little boss was looking for his own way and said, "I think the target is already asleep. I'm going to find his bedroom. Have you found anything?"

"Nothing big, just a few rats."

The voice suddenly became playful.

The little leader's body stiffened, and several tentacles slithered into his clothes like snakes, and a disgusting cold and slippery feeling came from his back...