Infinite Possession of Beauty

Hell's Kitchen, Jin Bin Building.

The sky was getting dark, and a few harsh police sirens broke the original tranquility.

Outside the building, several police officers were pulling the cordon to surround the building behind them.

The harsh police sirens attracted the pedestrians on the side of the road. They looked at the flashing police lights and the blockade at the entrance to the building, and stopped, with a curious expression on their faces.A few bold guys even took out their phones directly and started shooting against the blockade.

Not long after, reporters who came to hear the news even surrounded the building with three floors inside and outside.

"Sorry, let me give in."

Sidi Si, a black policewoman with dreadlocks, squeezed from the crowd to the cordon, declared herself to the police in front of him, and then got inside the cordon.

"How's it going, Reem?"

After a long sigh of relief, Sidi Si immediately asked her partner who had rushed to the scene first.

"Somewhat tricky."

Reem frowned, glanced at the lobby of the building, and whispered: "In short, the situation at the scene is very complicated, and according to roadside witnesses, someone saw the trail of members of the League of Defenders at the scene."

"Defenders."

Hearing the partner's answer, the expression on Sidi Si's face changed, and she couldn't help muttering to herself.

Sidi Si is no stranger to defenders.

"F***K," When she came to the building, Sidi Si looked at the chaotic hall like a typhoon and the rubble and rubble all over the floor. She couldn't help cursing inwardly: "Even if the gangs fight, they can't do it. At this level, these transcendents, haven't you thought about the feelings of ordinary people like us?"

In the eyes of ordinary people, superheroes are heroes and saviors worth admiring. However, for the New York police, the so-called superheroes are actually another big trouble.

Sidi Si's boss, New York Police Department Chief George Stacey, has been criticized by the upper echelons for the problems caused by superheroes more than once.The most recent one was in the trouble caused by Spider-Man.

Rubbing her aching head, Sidi Si retracted her gaze from the exaggerated hole on the ground, and was immediately attracted by the scorched corpse on the other side.

"Can you confirm the identity of this corpse?" Stepping to the coke and stopping, Sidi Si asked her partner behind her.

"I'm not sure, the forensic doctor is on his way." Shaking his head, Reem looked at the corpse on the ground that seemed to shatter when touched, and whispered back.

Hearing the reply from her partner, Sidi Si nodded slightly, and then returned her gaze to the corpse in front of her.

For some reason, she always felt that the corpse in front of her looked a little strange.

"what happened?"

Noting the strangeness of Sidi Si, Rim couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you think that this corpse looks a bit inconsistent?"

"Violation?"

Hearing his partner's question, Rim's face cooperated with a puzzled expression.

"Yes."

Frowning and nodding, Sidi Si walked around the corpse, finally realizing what made her feel weird.She turned her head, looked at Reem behind her, blurted out and asked: "Head, where is the head of this burnt corpse?"

...

"The brain's central nervous system is weak, and the brain wave response is gradually weakening..."

Norway, within a secret base.

Several figures wearing white protective clothing and breathing masks are constantly busy conducting experiments.

"No," shook his head. One of the experimental figures looked at the scorched black head in the nutrient solution and the exposed brain connected to the data cable, and said: "The nerve response continues to decrease, even if the stimulation is increased React to the outside world."

"Is it because the brain damage is too severe to produce this result."

"No, as a vampire, even if there is only one head left, it shouldn't react so weakly."

"Could it be that ripples also damage the brain structure. After all, the power of ripples is close to sunlight. If it hits the brain, even a vampire cannot recover."

"If the ripples hurt the head, then the brain cannot survive."

"Master Dior has ordered us to bring this head back to life, in case..."

"We have tried our best, but."

Just as everyone in the laboratory was worried, a figure who was also wearing an experimental uniform walked in: "Don’t worry, Dr. Chen has improved the nutrient solution, and then you only need to move this head to the nutrient solution specially formulated by the doctor. Among them, it should be able to solve the problem of declining brain waves."

"Great."

Everyone in the laboratory seemed to trust Dr. Chen very much. Hearing the words of the figure, they immediately showed a grateful expression.

"Thanks to Dr. Chen."

"Unexpectedly, Dr. Chen would actually help us."

The head in the nutrition cabin was transferred methodically to the nutrient solution prepared by Dr. Chen. With the operation of everyone, the weakened brain wave response of the burnt black head began to increase again.

At the same time, as the stimulation increased, the eyes closed with his head slowly opened.

...

"Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky..."

On the streets of New York, the avatar [Long Shu], who plays the foundation's containment expert, is struggling with a face, taking a standard horoscope to avoid the invisible attack behind him.

"what happened?"

Passing pedestrians noticed the exaggerated movements of the clone, and couldn't help but glance behind him, but saw nothing.

"Hey, you guy, don't you have any eyes!"

At this moment, a fat white man who could not dodge was hit by the clone.

The fat white man staggered and fell with his feet upside down, while the clone [Uncle Long] relied on his dexterous movements to wave his arms and stand firm.

"Sorry, sorry."

Steady his body, looking at the fat white man who fell on the ground and couldn't stand up, the clone [Uncle Long] quickly stepped forward and pulled the other party up, while apologizing repeatedly.

"You thought it would be useful to apologize, damn guy..."

Touching his ass injured by the fall, the fat white man said with a fierce face.

He rolled up his sleeves, intending to severely punish the blind guy in front of him, his fist just thrown out.

The big nose on the opposite side flexed himself and avoided the fist. Then, he reached out and grabbed the fat white man’s big thick legs and pulled forward, only to see the fat white man who finally got up swayed. He fell to the ground again.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry. I will apologize to you next time I meet."

Looking down at the fat white man who fell to the ground and howled, the avatar [Uncle Long] made a sincere apology, then turned around without hesitation, bypassed the huge body that fell on the ground, and ran towards the other side of the street again .

"Damn yellow skin... don't let me meet you again, otherwise..."

Seeing the avatar hurriedly leaving, the fat white man supported his body with difficulty, bowed his head and cursed.

However, before he could stand up again, a huge force from behind made him knock to the ground again, falling with blood on his face.

He covered his face with blood flowing from the wound and raised his head, intending to see which guy with no eyes had stepped on him, however, he saw nothing. Except for the distance in front of him, he had already run away. Outside of the back of the nose, the second person can't be seen.

"Is it hell?!"

Seeing this scene, the white fat man's original angry expression was stunned for a moment, and then he shivered involuntarily.

...

"The figure of the target?"

At one end of the New York street, Agent Phil stopped his steps and looked up and scanned the pedestrians in front of him.

He helped his ears and asked in a low voice.

"I am coming towards you."

Inside the headset, the voice of Skye, a member of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent team, was heard.

After reporting the location of the target, Sky hesitated before asking, "Are you sure you don't need more people to act with you, Phil?"

"No, this is just a simple contact task, and no battle is required."

Hearing Agent Skye's inquiry, Agent Phil shook his head slightly.

"coming."

He whispered to Skye on the other side, and Agent Phil's gaze was quickly attracted by the commotion on the other side of the street.

He looked around, and immediately saw a familiar figure running towards him.

"Hello, Mr. Long, I used to be with you before..."

Mocking the corners of his mouth to show a standard smile, Agent Phil looked at the approaching Foundation containment expert, introducing himself with a kind expression on his face.

"..."

[From Phil Coleson's legendary degree +50]

However, in the next second, the expression on Agent Phil's face solidified.

Because, in the face of his kind greeting, the clone [Uncle Long] on the opposite side didn't pause at all, and just passed by his side.

Just brushing shoulders and running away for dozens of meters, the clone stopped his pace, ran back to Agent Phil, and asked the stiff-faced agent team leader: "I Remember you, you were the agent before."

"Yes, Mr. Long..."

Seeing the avatar ran back again, Agent Phil breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, at least he didn't need to catch up again. The smile on his face was reduced. Agent Phil opened his mouth and was about to say something.

I saw that the opposite containment expert waved and directly interrupted the lower half of his mouth: "Stop, now is not a good time to say hello."

While talking, the avatar looked back at the direction where he was running: "That guy, he will catch up soon."

"that guy?"

Hearing the words of the clone, Agent Phil's face showed a very cooperative expression of confusion: "Mr. Long, what you said..."

"Be careful!"

However, he hasn't waited for Agent Phil's question to be asked.

The avatar [Uncle Long] standing in front of him suddenly swooped and threw him directly to the ground.

The unsuspecting back contact with the hard ground is not a great experience.However, as a professional agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Phil's combat literacy is definitely not low. He did not ask why the containment expert from the Foundation threw the expert down, but directly took out his own weapon, Shen He asked: "Mr. Long, what kind of containment is this time again."

"invisible Man."

Agent Phil made the inquiry so cooperatively, the clone naturally began to introduce: "I found the trace of the other party in the basement of an abandoned old house rumored to be haunted. Although I did not find the rumored ghost, I found that An invisible guy."

[From Phil Coleson's legend +105]

The existence of the invisible man from science fiction suddenly appeared in front of him, even Agent Phil, who was a professional agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

Suppressed with the feeling of surprise in his heart, Agent Phil held up his weapon to watch the surroundings while continuing to ask: "Can't communicate?"

In theory, the invisible person is also a person, and should have the possibility of being able to communicate.

"No way."

However, the answer from the clone instantly shattered the hope that Agent Phil had originally held.

"I have also tried to communicate, but the other party seems to have been stuck in the basement for too long, and his mental state has completely failed. There is a serious tendency to violent attacks, and he refuses to communicate. Of course, another possibility is not ruled out. The other party is not human at all..."

"Not a human?" Upon hearing this, Agent Phil made a surprised look in cooperation.

"Yes," nodded, and the clone continued to throw out the setting: "In fact, the reason why I call the other party'invisible person' is just my name based on my own perception and the appearance of the other party. No. It means that the other party is really the so-called'invisible man.' Maybe, he may be another unknown creature, or simply an alien, just like the alien in the New York War."

"The abilities of the containment objects have various backgrounds, let alone me, a containment expert, even the Foundation can't figure it out."

Huh--

As the voice of the clone [Uncle Long] fell, a sharp piercing sound suddenly sounded from the two of them.

Agent Phil instinctively moved to the side while pulling the trigger in the direction of the sound.

The faint blue laser beam was shot from the gun in his hand, leaving a hole in the ground with white smoke.

"Knife?"

He lowered his head and glanced at the conspicuous cut on his suit, Agent Phil looked solemn.

"The invisible man seems to hide the weapon through his own body, and only reveals the trace at the moment of attack."

Cautiously turning his steps, as far as possible without revealing any flaws, the clone [Uncle Long] swept across the knife edge of Agent Phil's suit and said in a deep voice.

"This kind of attack is not something ordinary people can do."

Originally, Agent Phil thought that what he was facing was just a human with invisibility, but now it seems that, as the containment expert said, the opponent may not be a real human.

"Otherwise, why do you think I just ran away."

Hearing what Agent Phil said, the clone [Uncle Long] replied with a bitter face.