The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 91 Are Aliens Human?

Chapter 91 Are Aliens Human? (315 first order please!)

Before entering the building, Locke thought about several dangerous places.

The first is when you first enter the building, and the first wave of attacks is often the largest and most brutal.

This is true.

However, Locke's move of Holy Water Falling from the Sky effortlessly broke the attack and broke Quinn's defense.

The second dangerous place is the elevator room on the 27th floor.

The elevator room was unremarkable.

The ground here, like the ground outside, has been indiscriminately sprayed with holy water.

On the ground where holy water was flowing, a dozen pairs of sharp fangs could be vaguely seen.

obviously.

Just now, there were also more than a dozen vampires lying in ambush here, but unfortunately they were killed without even seeing Locke.

A special agent walked quickly to the elevator entrance, checked it, and turned to look at Locke and Captain Powell: "The control panel is damaged."

"Can it be repaired?" asked Captain Powell.

The SWAT team nodded.

"Okay, three minutes."

"it is good."

Captain Powell nodded and made a gesture to the team members around him. The team members quickly dispersed in the elevator, guarding the passages on both sides of the elevator and an emergency escape staircase not far away.

The special forces member quickly took off his backpack, took out the portable equipment from it and began to repair the control panel of the elevator in front of him.

Captain Powell looked at Locke next to him.

"Communications haven't been restored yet?"

"No."

On the way over, Locke called Debbie from time to time, trying to reestablish the connection to no avail and shook his head.

“I guess it’s blocked.”

“I thought we had a plan.”

“Yes.”

Locke shook his head, adjusting the buttons on his suit while looking at Powell: "It's useless. Obviously, their technology is more advanced."

Powell nodded.

"Once you're down there, follow me closely."

"Don't worry, professionals do professional things. I never interfere with the specific actions of the special forces."

"That's good."

Now that communications with the outside world have been lost and outside information support has been lost, attacking a place with unknown dangers often requires relying on the fighters' intuition to make first-time judgments.

If someone gives blind instructions at this time, it is easy for something to go wrong.

Powell now felt relieved after hearing Locke's renewed assurance.

soon.

The elevator's control panel was restored after the special forces' intensive repairs.

The special forces member packed up his things and turned around, with a hint of excitement on his face for repairing the things.

"Sir, repair..."

"boom!"

"Boom!"

A bullet suddenly came out of the gun and hit the special forces member on the forehead with a whoosh. The powerful inertia directly blew the special forces member, who still had an excited and commendatory expression on his face, away and his body hit the elevator door heavily.

This sudden change scared everyone.

Including Captain Powell.

Just as Captain Powell subconsciously looked in the direction where the gunshot came from.

Gunshots rang out suddenly one after another.

"what!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Boom, boom..."

Accompanied by rapid gunfire, one special forces member after another was shot in the back of the head and fell to the ground.

Even Captain Powell subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the muzzle of the gun that appeared on his chest. Then he looked up, wide-eyed, and looked in disbelief at the special forces officer who was shooting at him with an expressionless face.

Powell's mouth, which was beginning to bleed, moved slightly, squeezing out his confusion.

"Wh..."

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Unfortunately, before he could ask, another gunshot was heard, and Powell's head was raised heavily to the back. Then, with a bang, his body fell heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

next second.

The three gun muzzles turned directly and landed on Locke, who seemed to have no time to react.

Facing the three gunshots, Locke subconsciously raised his hands high.

"Wait a moment!"

"..."

As Locke blurted out a shout, the three special forces members who were about to pull the trigger looked at each other.

The leading special forces member nodded to the other two members.

The two team members understood, put away their guns, and then walked up to Locke, who had his hands raised, under the armed guard of the first special forces member.

There was a click.

Locke's hands were handcuffed.

He felt his hands cuffed behind his back, then looked at the two SWAT team members in front of him.

"you……"

"Oh!"

A special forces member punched Locke in the stomach: "Behave yourself!"

Locke groaned and couldn't help but arch his body.

The leading special forces member looked at this scene and did not shout any reprimand. Instead, after seeing that Locke had lost his ability to fight, he hugged the assault rifle with both arms and then squatted down in front of the hunched Locke.

There was a hint of gloating on the corner of his mouth. "Mr. Underwood, you didn't expect that."

"Call the Bureau Chief."

"..."

The SWAT team members were stunned.

"what?"

"Call me Chief, thank you."

Locke seemed to be in pain in his stomach, so he sat down on the wet floor. Then he looked up at the special agent who was talking to him, and said while taking a breath, "When you are working, you call your position."

The special forces member and his two companions looked up at each other, then seemed unable to hold back and smiled directly at Locke.

"Commissioner? At this point, Mr. Underwood still cares about his title?"

"Call me Chief."

Locke ignored the mocking expression on the SWAT team member's face and seriously corrected him: "In life, one either lives for fame or for profit. I live for fame, so call me Director."

Hearing this, the special forces member looked at Locke seriously, then pursed his lips, suppressed his laughter, and nodded.

"All right, Chief Underwood."

"Thank you."

Locke listened to the special forces member's change of words and said thank you in a serious tone.

The special forces member held the gun in his arms and looked at Locke in confusion: "So, you designed to trick the SHIELD people into this death trap just for the sake of progress?"

Locke shrugged, his eyes without any fluctuation, looking into the special forces member's eyes which were shining with a strange light.

"If a man does not serve himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth."

"But SHIELD is a good guy. Don't you feel a little sorry for them?"

"No."

Locke seemed to be at the point of death, and his words were good, answering the special forces' questions without reservation.

"Everyone will die one day, but their death can be a stepping stone for my progress, so why should I feel sad?"

"..."

The special forces member listened to Locke's explanation, and then looked at Locke, who had no guilt on his face, and smiled angrily: "Chief Underwood is worthy of being the new Underwood. You should go into politics."

Locke shook his head again.

"No, no, no, I don't want to go into politics."

"why?"

“Can a politician legally kill people?”

"……what?"

The special forces member looked at Locke with a look of surprise on his face.

Locke showed a cold, bloody and cruel smile on his face: "Being in politics is not as good as joining the law enforcement agency, because here, I can kill people legally."

The special forces members looked at the smile on Locke's face and suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.

next second.

An inexplicable anger filled his heart.

"If you kill someone, they will die, but if someone kills you, you will also die."

"Really? I don't believe it."

"Ok?"

The SWAT team member's face changed, and he waved his right hand. In an instant, a silver, large-caliber semi-automatic Desert Eagle was pointed directly at Locke's forehead: "You think I don't dare to shoot?"

A hint of sarcasm appeared on Locke's calm face as he looked at the special forces soldier who was pointing a gun at him.

"If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it a long time ago. Why did you wait until now? Obviously, you have questions for me, don't you?"

"……Ha ha!"

The SWAT team member with an angry expression on his face laughed loudly, then put away his pistol and looked at Locke with admiration: "Commander Underwood is really smart. Yes, we do have a question. You can choose to answer it, and we will let you go quickly. Of course, you can also choose not to..."

Finally got to the point.

Locke said in his heart, and then directly interrupted the special forces team member.

"what is the problem."

"Uh……"

The special forces member was still holding back the last part of his words, then looked at Locke and said in a deep voice: "How did you know of our existence?"

Locke raised his eyes and looked at the special forces member calmly.

"What do you mean..."

"Don't play dumb. Playing dumb won't help us."

The SWAT team member's face changed, and he once again took out the Desert Eagle and pointed it at Locke's forehead: "If you didn't know we existed, you would have robbed our people's bodies."

Locke's expression was sudden, and his eyes swept over the special forces member and his two colleagues, then he set his gaze on the special forces member in front of him.

do not know why.

At this moment, the special forces team seemed to see a hint of surprise on Locke's face.

what's the situation?
Just at the moment when this doubt arose.

Locke could no longer contain his excitement. Looking at the special forces members in front of him, his eyes sparkled: "So, you are also Skrulls?"

Oh my god.

It is true that when you think there is no way out, there is always a way out.

The SWAT team member came back to his senses and met Locke's sparkling eyes.

Next second

"Bang!" A sound like something breaking was heard behind Locke.

not good.

The special forces member said in his heart, and then subconsciously pulled the trigger of the Desert Eagle in his hand.

At this moment, Locke withdrew his right hand from behind, and then moved the Desert Eagle on his forehead to the side.