Morris Building,

This is the headquarters of the Morris Pharmaceutical Group, and at night there are also bright light screens shining brightly in the dark.

The windows inside are bright and clean, and the salary is generous. People yearn to work inside.

But few people know that the core of the Morris Building is underground.Forbidden medicines are traded there, and various experiments are carried out.

As long as you have money, Boss Morris will give you anything.This is the largest underground drug trade channel in the Americas.

At this time, their boss, Mr. Samara Morris, was in his secret underground base.Beside him stood a stunning beauty with blond hair in a red dress.

A man in a white coat, dressed as a researcher, walked up to Morris and said cautiously: "Sir, it's ready. The test can begin immediately."

"Thank you very much." Morris nodded, smiling kindly, "Don't be so nervous, I have always respected researchers, after all, you are wealth. Don't worry, I am just a businessman, not a lunatic."

"Yes, yes." The white coat was full of cold sweat on his forehead, his throat was dry, and he stammered, "Then shall we start now?"

"Of course." Morris replied.

In front of him was an empty laboratory with white walls, cold and mechanical instruments, and a fishy smell that the ventilation system couldn't completely dissipate despite its desperation.

In the middle is a cage, and the cage is full of squirming flesh and blood. They look like a pool of dead things, but they always give people a sense of vigorous vitality.

The legs in the white coat approaching the cage were shaking, because he clearly knew that 10 minutes ago, there were still two living people in this cage.

The flesh and blood suddenly squirmed, and the white coat saw, accompanied by a sticky sound, a bloodshot eye protruded from it, staring at him firmly.

"Ah!!" He fell to the ground in an instant, his lips trembling, and the fear brought by Morris behind him could hardly make him take a step forward.It wasn't that he was too cowardly or anything else, he felt a kind of greed and hunger from this mass, which was the instinct of food for predators.

The white coat saw someone passing him and walked to the cage ahead of time.

It's Morris.

He looked at the things in the cage almost fanatically, as if it was some peerless treasure, his eyes were obsessed.

He shouted to the terrified people behind him, waving the test report in his hand: "Look, how perfect! What a beautiful creation! Full of power! What are we compared to Him, crude monkeys?"

He turned back to the cage again, stroking the railing, "I feel the life flowing through my body, how stupid I was before. God, this is what the world really has meaning."

The beauty in the red dress beside him walked up to him, "This is our sincerity. As I said, human beings are so fragile and stupid, they are like ants, but they still like to use various methods to restrain them." To live on his own limbs. Like that ridiculous morality."

"In this kind of world, the only way we want to survive is to become like them. We devour, we are strong, and everything is worth it."

She reached out her hand to Morris, "I believe you must have felt it too. Then from today onwards, we are the closest partners."

Morris ignored her outstretched hand and opened the cage, releasing the monster.

......

The NYPD is still busy.

For the case, the next step is the long-term investigation by the police, which is a troublesome thing for the police. They need to conduct a lot of investigations, the kind that never sleeps.But for the two Alans who were detained, this period of time was purely boring.

They're just going to be locked up here, and they're asked the same questions over and over again, which is kind of an interrogation tactic.

It might be better for Randolph. After all, he is a bit suspicious and has committed other things, so he is often pulled out for questioning.But Allen was bored, and no one paid attention to him. He slumped on the chair in a crooked posture, a little worried about whether Randolph would come out safely.

If not, he might be able to escape with his abilities.That is, Allen might see his wanted warrant looped on CNN news in the future.

But those who do their business probably don't care about this.

Allen was sitting on a chair and thinking wildly, when he heard a creaking sound outside the window, as if something was scratching the window frame.

This is the fourth floor!Fear ran through his body like a burst of electricity, and Allen's brain immediately thought of those weird ghost movies and monsters he had seen with his own eyes.

He licked his parched lips, his heart racing and adrenaline rushing.

Allen walked gently to the window, holding a fork he had hidden in his right hand, and stretched out his left hand to slam the window frame open.

Allen looked over, there was nothing outside...

The New York night lifted his forehead hair, and the blow made Allen tremble.

He took a step back, took a breath, and tried to pretend nothing happened, closing the window.

At this time, a black shadow jumped down and rushed towards him.

It turned out that it had been hiding on it!

Allen didn't have time to react, he was thrown into his arms by that thing, and he was shocked.

"Alan!" The voice was familiar.

At the same time, his fork also poked Fat Cat's ass.

After a while of flying around, Allen picked up the fat cat, with a fresh blood mark on his hand: "How did you find it? There is still surveillance in this room."

Just as Fa Mao was about to speak, he moved his ears suddenly.With a sweet and contrived "meow", he got into the corner of the table.

At the same time, Allen heard footsteps.

Fat Mao's figure was really muscular, and there was no way such a thing could be hidden in this empty room.Allen had to put the fat cat behind the table, and he blocked it with his body.

Just as he hid the cat and adjusted his posture, someone pushed the door open and entered.

To Allen's surprise, he was an acquaintance—one of the surviving policemen in Xiling Town.

The other party sat down opposite him, showing a polite smile: "Mr. Simmons, long time no see." He quickly glanced at Alan, who was sitting upright, and the open window.

"I didn't expect you to be so energetic at night."

Allen showed a twitching and awkward smile. The fat cat is still hidden by him. To maintain a normal sitting posture while covering the fat cat, he feels that his waist is about to be broken now.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

The policeman probably suspected that he had mental problems, and there was a little panic in his eyes.

The policeman coughed dryly, "I'm here this time because I want to ask for your help."

The policeman's name is Bruno Twain. This year is his No.11 year working in the FBI. As an elite policeman, his life has changed from a small town called West Ridge.

From that day on, the United States established a "Special Incident Emergency Response and Investigation Section" under the direct command of President Albert, which is directly connected to the White House.

They began to dig three feet in the United States to look for traces of the extraordinary. In the past few days, a case reported by the police station caught their attention.

The local police found a body, two suspects, and a computer in a house that no one had rented all year round.They retrieved the contents and found it belonged to a detective.

A person who never existed, but who actually participates in the world.Trey.

That diary has been recorded until his investigation of Capet's theft, that is, three days ago.

The people in the police station were inexplicably horrified. The chief recalled the order secretly issued to him before, asking all the police officers who knew the matter to prohibit discussion and dissemination, and then reported the matter.

Therefore, he will appear here.

And he also discovered that the suspects involved in this incident were the two people who appeared in Naxiling Town that day.

Before he walked in, he had read all the detective's information, but he had no way of knowing the part under the iceberg, but the known Allen looked like a sick one.

As for Mr. Carter, they knew nothing.

Police Officer Twen withdrew his thoughts and said, "This incident is about a detective named Trey. We want to ask for help. We have never encountered such a thing."

Allen replied: "Actually, I'm just an unlucky guy who was implicated. I can only do my best."

He showed a distressed expression, and he told about Trey's sudden disappearance and various weird events.Of course, he skipped the part about Randolph and his mystical world.

Finally, Allen raised his hand to signal his status, "Look, I can't help you now. The most capable person is the one next door to me, but he seems to be in more trouble than me."

"That's not a problem," Officer Twain replied. "You can come out now."

He stood up, opened the door, made an inviting gesture, and looked at Allen.

Allen first took out a fat orange cat from the corner of the table, and smiled at Officer Twen: "I'm sorry, the cat at home is clingy, and came to me."

Officer Twain looked at the open window, his expression twitching.

Just when they were about to go to another room to pick up Randolph, there was a sudden noise and the sound of metal clashing.

A police officer yelled, "Don't resist! Put your hands up, or I'll shoot you!"

Then there was the sound of fighting.

Randolph suddenly rushed from the other side and appeared in front of their eyes.A policeman with a gun was chasing after him.

Randolph sprang forward swiftly, then stopped suddenly.A punch hit the stomach of the person closest to him. Taking advantage of the moment when he bent down because of the pain, he clasped his wrist, unloaded the gun from his hand, and pushed the person back, letting the pursuers behind him The soldiers crashed into a ball.

This series of actions was completed in a flash, and if it wasn't for the wrong time, Allen would have wanted to call him out.

Randolph yelled, "Leave me alone, something's coming in here! Trouble is behind!"

The policemen felt humiliated and were afraid of the weapon he took away, and their faces turned red.

Allen looked at Officer Tewen, who was stunned by the turn of events, but still quickly reacted.

"Stop!" he yelled.

Then he turned to Randolph with a serious expression, "Mr. Carter, what do you mean by greater danger?"

Randolph spread his hands, "Finally, I can find someone who is willing to listen to people."

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