American Comics' Spear Bureau Special Service Team

"Johnny Blazer, that stuntman." Felix Black frowned and thought after listening to Chu Ling's report, then shook his head: "I have done a three-month observation period for him, except every time Relatively speaking, there is nothing special about the good luck when committing suicide."

But looking at Chu Ling's serious look, he thought for a moment and nodded: "But maybe what you said makes sense. Go to the train factory and have a look. Tell me what you find. Then go and monitor Johnny. .”

After hearing this, Chu Ling was stunned for a moment and nodded immediately: "Yes, sir."

After Felix Black finished speaking, he continued to talk to the police. Chu Ling understood that he was being disliked. They wanted to ask Coulson for help because another sulfur-soaked victim appeared in the train factory, and then there were suspected cases in the city. Large-scale weapons damage, so they want to find Coulson, who was exposed to abnormal death last time, to come and help.

As a result, Coulson went for training, and Chu Ling, as a newcomer, was sent over. Sulfur Corpse did not give any advice. Instead, he gave suggestions that might be man-made at the suspected laser weapon destruction site.

Chu Ling looked at the other party's attitude of not wanting to have anything to do with his store, and then asked him to go to the factory where they were exploring again. He understood that the other party wanted him not to make a mess.

Thinking about the results of the search in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database after discovering something was wrong with Johnny, the report on Johnny was made by Felix Black. No wonder the other party didn't believe me. After all, he had been observing for 3 months and had his own judge.

Chu Ling turned around and left, then went back to get the car, preparing to go to the factory to take a look. The other party had evidence of the other party, but Chu Ling also believed in his own judgment. Well, in fact, when the other party spoke like that just now, Chu Ling did doubt whether he was Thinking too much.

After taking the car all the way, he turned around and drove toward the suburbs. After driving for a while, Chu Ling squinted at the roadside, and then looked at the reflector.

The direction behind the car was the alley, and he looked at his navigation system again. The route out of the suburbs was such a straight route.

I subconsciously slowed down, and then carefully observed the trees on both sides of the road. Although I didn't want to burn them all like the ones at the front, the leaves near the middle of the road still showed signs of being burned.

Then he speeded up slightly, but still kept his eyes on the roadside. There were such traces along the way.

"Tsk, tsk, it seems the two things can be put together."

As the driving route got closer and closer to the factory, Chu Ling became more sure that what caused the chaos in Houston was actually heading towards the train factory. As for the destruction during that section of the journey, Chu Ling imagined it in his mind, and it looked a bit like a locomotive. Nitrogen accelerates, it looks like it's a bit explosive, and it's so powerful that it's unimaginable.

I was also amused by my own thoughts.

"Turn right 500 meters ahead."

Listening to the navigation prompts, Chu Ling then looked at the roadside and raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, the guy who caused chaos in Houston came here.

When he reached the cordon, Chu Ling pulled over and walked over. He took out his ID and showed it to the policeman in charge of the cordon. Then he crossed the cordon. There should be a lot of people here today. It looked like that, so the other party didn’t ask specifically.

This time it is a little far away from the place where the abnormal corpse appeared last time. The main problem is that it is too close to Houston, so the degree of attention it attracts is naturally different.

Chu Ling carried her toolbox and walked all the way in. Then she looked at the ground and then towards Dou. This was a factory building and there were still some workers inside who had not evacuated. There were many yellow lines drawn on the ground that prohibited entry. Areas are all evidence collection locations.

Chu Ling looked down at the ground, then walked in. There was an obvious trace of the motorcycle turning sharply. Not long after entering the factory, he stopped again. The motorcycle moved sideways and stopped here.

I knelt down and observed carefully, but I didn't see the driver getting out of the car.

He stood up and looked at the wheel marks, raised his hand and gestured to stop, then continued to look forward: "Throw yourself out."

I just simulated the motorcycle's lateral emergency stop in my mind. Ordinary riders will definitely be confused.