The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 78: Battle for the Corpse

Jingle Bell!
A phone was ringing inside an ordinary van.

only……

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

There was a bang sound.

The rear door of the van was violently pulled open by a man from the outside.

into the eye.

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

A SWAT team member watched as a man with a clown mask on his face walked in with an assault rifle and struggled to get up.

next second.

"boom!"

The special forces member's eyes widened, he was shot between his eyebrows, and he was completely motionless.

soon.

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

Just then, 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.

Inside the cockpit.

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

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

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

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

It was the group of people who had just come out from 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……"

"boom!"

The clown looked at Paul who was shot in the middle of his brow, then turned around and ran towards the car that was parked not far away and started, "Dog, dog, dog!"

soon.

The vehicle stepped on the accelerator and drove straight away from the crime scene.

Three minutes later.

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

Debbie, who was sitting in the passenger seat, stared with wide eyes at the van that had fallen on the road and was already on fire.

"old……"

"boom!"

The burning van exploded instantly.

The huge explosion caused the overturned van to bounce up from the ground, and then flames burst in all directions.

Locke's face looked a little ugly.

Just now when Paul's phone call couldn't be reached, he had a bad feeling, so he immediately drove over here with Debbie.

as predicted.

problem occurs.

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

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

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

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

There were no accidents and no luck.

Paul's special forces team was wiped out.

Locke's eyes swept over the bodies lying on the ground one by one, and finally fell on Paul's body, which was burnt but still vaguely recognizable, his eyes flickering.

No doubt it was the Skrulls who did it.

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 arrive at the Vampire Building smoothly and take over the bodies left behind by the vampires without any obstacles.

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

"Hey."

"My people are dead."

"……what?"

George, who was still at the scene, was somewhat confused when he heard these words on the phone.

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

soon.

George looked at the eight bodies lying in rows on the screen of his mobile phone and took a deep breath.

"hiss!"

"So fast, what secrets do those bodies have?"

"hehe."

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

George came to his senses with a start, and shook his head like a rattle: "Thank you, but I don't need it."

He is just honest, not stupid.

Others dared to attack the Sentinel Secret Service so blatantly, it was obvious that there was a huge secret involved.

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

Wait a moment.

There is still a body here with me.

George's eyes narrowed.

"Sheet, Beckett."

"What happened to Beckett?"

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

"..."

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

Debbie, who was in contact with the bureau, saw this and hurriedly followed.

"Boss, wait..."

"Wait here."

Locke said this without even turning his head. After getting in the car, he stepped on the accelerator and sped 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 police station with his team members Esposito and Ryan, carrying a body in the trunk, also received a call from George.

"What? An attack?"

"where?"

Beckett listened to George's hurried voice on the phone and was about to ask for more details when Ryan in the passenger seat seemed to see something and yelled, "Beckett, be careful," while grabbing the steering wheel and slamming it to the side.

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

However, the police car's sudden lane change caused a black car that was preparing to do the same thing to hit it unexpectedly to miss.

but!
When the black car saw that it had not hit the target, it stopped directly. Then three people wearing clown masks quickly got out of the car, picked up the military MA41 assault rifles in their hands, and started firing at the police car carrying Beckett and others.

"Be careful."

"Get out of the car quickly."

"hidden!"

"Ding Ding Ding!"

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Dense bullets bombarded every part of the police car, and in an instant, the police car was turned into a hornet's nest.

Beckett and the other two were huddled on the side of the police car closer to the store, and were unable to show their heads due to the intensive firepower.

The three masked men formed a horn around each other, maintaining suppressive fire while quickly rushing towards the police car.

at this time.

The engine sound of the black Audi A8 roared!

……

(End of this chapter)