The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Ding-ling-ling!

A phone rang inside an ordinary van.

But...

This ordinary van was not upright, but sideways, lying on the road three kilometers away from the Sentinel Special Service Building.

With a bang.

The back door of the van was violently opened by a man from the outside.

In sight.

The SWAT members sitting in the back of the van were piled up with the many body bags that had just been thrown in.

A SWAT member looked at the man with a clown mask on his face who walked in with an assault rifle and struggled to get up.

The next second.

"Bang!"

The SWAT member widened his eyes, was shot in the middle of his eyebrows, and was completely motionless.

Soon.

Gunshots rang out in the van one after another. By the time these people with clown masks carried the body bags and threw them into their cars, the six SWAT members in the van had all been shot to death in an execution-style manner.

At this moment, the phone rang.

The clown man in the lead heard the phone ringing, stopped his steps to get in the car and leave, and walked straight to the cockpit of the van.

In the cockpit.

Paul, who was pressed by the dead driver and bleeding on his forehead, tried to open his blurred eyes stained with blood, and groped in the direction of the phone ringing with his right hand, trying to grab the phone.

Unfortunately, Paul's right finger was always a little distance away from the phone.

The distance was not big, but at this moment, it was like a chasm.

He seemed to see a person wearing a black suit and tie, but with a clown mask on his face in the blood-stained sight.

It was the group of people who just came out of the blind spot and directly knocked over their van.

Paul heard the sound of bullets being loaded.

His right hand, which was groping for the phone, suddenly stopped.

"Law..."

"Bang!"

The clown looked at Paul who was shot in the middle of his forehead, and then turned around and ran towards the car that was parked not far away and had already started without looking back: "Dog, dog, dog!"

Soon.

The car stepped on the accelerator and left the crime scene directly.

Three minutes later.

A black Audi A8 drove towards this side from the direction of the Sentinel Special Service Building.

Debbie, sitting in the passenger seat, widened her eyes as she looked at the van that had fallen on the road and had already started to catch fire.

"Old..."

"Boom!"

The burning van exploded instantly.

The huge explosion directly made the overturned van bounce off the ground, and then the flames burst in all directions.

Locke's face was a little ugly.

Paul's phone call just now couldn't be reached, and he had a bad premonition, so he immediately drove here with Debbie.

Sure enough.

Something happened.

Locke parked the car aside, and Debbie had already called the fire department.

In less than five minutes, firefighters arrived at the scene and then put out the fire in the burning van.

In less than two minutes, the fire in the van was put out.

The six bodies in the back of the van and the two bodies in the cockpit were also carried out by firefighters.

There was no accident, and no luck.

Paul's special forces were wiped out.

Locke's eyes swept over the bodies on the ground one by one, and finally fell on Paul's body, which was charred but still recognizable, with a flickering look.

No need to think, it was done by the Skrulls.

Otherwise, why did all the bodies collected by Paul and his team disappear?

But he had no evidence.

Fortunately...

He was cautious when he saw Paul and his team successfully arrive at the Vampire Building and take over the bodies left by the vampires without any obstacles.

Locke withdrew his eyes from Paul's body, took out the phone, and dialed George's number directly.

"Hello."

"My people are dead."

"...What?"

George, who was still at the scene, was a little confused when he heard this sentence coming from the phone.

Locke didn't say anything and chose to video chat with George directly.

Very soon.

George looked at the eight corpses lying in rows on his mobile phone screen and took a breath of cold air.

"Hiss!"

"So fast, are there any secrets about those corpses?"

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"Hehe."

Locke said in a faint tone: "Are you sure you want to know, George?"

George was startled, came back to his senses, and shook his head like a rattle: "Thank you, no need."

He is just upright, not stupid.

Others dared to act so blatantly against the Sentinel Special Service, it is obvious that there is a big secret in it.

In this case, unless he is crazy, he will want to know the truth here.

Wait a minute.

There is still a body here.

George's eyes shrank.

"Shit, Beckett."

"What happened to Beckett?"

"She's on her way back to the 12th Precinct."

"..."

Locke raised his eyebrows when he heard this, put away the phone, and walked towards the Audi A8 parked not far away.

Debbie, who was contacting the bureau, saw this and hurriedly followed.

"Boss, wait..."

"Wait here."

Locke said without looking back. After getting in the car, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the direction of the New York 12th Precinct with the roar of the engine.

At the same time.

Beckett, who was preparing to return to the precinct with his team members Esposito and Ryan carrying a body in the trunk, also received a call from George.

"What? Attacked?"

"Where?"

Beckett listened to George's urgent voice on the phone. Just when he was about to ask for details, Ryan, who was in the passenger seat, seemed to see something and roared "Beckett, be careful". As he spoke, he grabbed the steering wheel and hit it hard to the side.

The moment the police car drove directly onto the sidewalk, it hit the telephone pole.

But the sudden change of lanes by the police car also caused a black car that was preparing to do the same and hit the target by surprise to hit nothing.

But!

After the black car saw that it did not hit the target, it stopped directly, and then three people wearing clown masks quickly got out of the car, picked up the military MA41 assault rifles in their hands and aimed at the police car where Beckett and others were riding and fired.

"Be careful."

"Get out of the car quickly."

"Hide!"

"Ding Ding Ding!"

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The dense bullets bombarded various parts of the police car, and in an instant, the police car was directly turned into a hornet's nest.

Beckett and the other two were huddled on the side of the police car close to the store, and they were hit by the dense firepower and could not show their heads at all.

The three masked men formed a hornet with each other, maintaining fire suppression while quickly rushing towards the police car.

At this moment.

The engine sound of the black Audi A8 resounded!

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