The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 489 Thunderbolt Team

Ben's warning was harsh in the deserted street, and everyone present heard it clearly.

Although Reed stays in the laboratory all year round, Ben always urges him to exercise. In addition, scientific experiments also require a good body, so he is not as weak as the average nerd.

Almost as soon as Ben finished speaking, Reed reacted immediately. He immediately pulled Susan, who was a beat slower to react, towards him, and the two of them lay down in the front seat of the car together.

Ben couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Reed and Susan hiding. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder why there was a sudden gunshot? And it was the sound of a silenced gunshot?

"Not good!" Ben's expression changed. The situation was so urgent that he forgot about Robert who had just joined in.

Ben, who remembered, carefully picked up the broken rearview mirror on the ground. After adjusting it to the right angle, he saw Robert lying in a pool of blood.

Looking at the blood-stained hole on Robert's back, Ben guessed from which direction the bullet came based on the direction Robert fell and the location of the gunshot wound. Finally, with the help of the rearview mirror fragments, he roughly locked onto a target.

It was an apartment building painted entirely red. Ben saw a black gun barrel in the windows of those floors, probably on the sixth floor. The other party did not shoot again after killing Robert, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Although I don't know why, if the other party wanted to kill all of his group, he should have shot again after killing Robert. There was no need to wait until the rest of the people hid behind obstacles.

Obviously, the other party is not a psychopathic murderer, but has a clear target, and this target is very likely Robert, or someone who dresses and looks very similar to Robert.

But this does not mean that the other party will not kill himself and Reed and the others, so Ben still did not dare to act rashly, even though he knew he should flee the scene immediately, because there was a high possibility that something would happen next that they should not know about.

He had seen the same thing many times in the army.

...

"Knocked down the target."

Just as Ben discovered, there was indeed a fully armed and well-equipped man standing in front of the window of the apartment. After knocking Robert down, the man did not put down the sniper rifle, but continued to rely on the sniper scope to observe the target's reaction.

"Oh?"

The man uttered a questioning hum, arousing the curiosity of his companions.

"What's wrong, John?" a slightly older voice came from the headset. "Has the target changed?"

"No, Captain." John said with a little surprise after confirming it again with the sniper scope.

"I've been spotted, Captain. One of the four people following Target 1 spotted me."

"That's not surprising," the old voice echoed again. "It's the burly man carrying the injured patient. Anthony has already reported it to me. His every move reeks of military prowess. He's clearly a retired veteran."

"But no one can call you old in front of you, Captain." John said half-jokingly, and the only response he got was a humming sound from an old voice.

GW Bridge stood on a tall building, holding a telescope and observing Robert, who was lying on the ground and unknown whether he was dead. The view from this place was wide and it was opposite the red apartment building where John was, which just trapped Reed and his group.

"Since he's discovered you, that means he's quite capable, Anthony?"

"We've tracked down the captain," Anthony's calm voice echoed through the headset. "The burly man's name is Ben Grimm. He's a former Marine Corps pilot and an excellent pilot. He was selected as a NASA astronaut a year ago and has just completed his professional training." "An elite one, too," Bridge said, emphasizing the word "elite," drawing a chuckle from the others on the communication channel.

It is true that not only was Ben from the Marine Corps, he was even selected as an astronaut. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is indeed a well-known elite, but compared with the members of the Thunderbolt Special Forces, he pales in comparison.

Although one should remain serious during the mission, appropriate jokes can adjust the mentality of subordinates. The experience of the old man Bridge is not only reflected in his skills, but he is also good at treating his subordinates.

"Lightning, report the status of target No. 1." After the joke, Bridge returned to the topic again. Lightning Thompson, who had laughed the loudest just now, became his target.

"Yes, captain." Although Thompson was the youngest, he did not lag behind and reported what he saw from the instrument truthfully.

"Target 1's body temperature hasn't dropped, but has actually risen. It's already reached 40°C, but it's still a long way from mutation."

"Is this strange?" Bridge wondered. He had felt strange since Robert fell. According to the information provided by those nerds, these monsters would immediately transform into giants when their lives were in danger.

This is just like when a person's body temperature gradually rises after catching a cold. It is a kind of body protection mechanism. However, target No. 1 did not change at all at this time. If it were not for Lightning's report, Bridge would have thought they had killed the wrong person.

"Everyone, stand by for three minutes," Bridge ordered after a brief moment of deliberation. "Observe the status of Target 1. If there's no change in three minutes, we'll pack up and call it a day."

“Received!”×4.

Three minutes passed quickly for Bridge and others, but it was torture for Reed and others who were facing unknown life dangers.

Reed looked at Susan lying on top of him. Even though she was full of love at this moment, he didn't have any romantic thoughts in his mind. Reed was definitely not that kind of person. He could still have his mind full of dirty trash when being pointed at by a gun.

"What now?" Susan asked, leaning against Reed's chest.

"To be honest, I don't know either." Reed said helplessly. They couldn't move at all now. No matter how smart Reed was, he had no way to do it. He had to find a way to find out the sniper's location first.

We can only put our hopes on Ben, Reed sighed helplessly.

Ben was helpless at this time. He couldn't even get away from the obstacles. You have to know that reality is not a movie. He can't have a special physique like the hero in the movie that makes him immune to bullets. That is a sniper rifle and he can't avoid it.

"Ben, do you smell a burnt smell?" Johnny, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke. He was constantly twitching his nose at this time.

After Johnny said this, Ben also noticed an unusual burnt smell. Just as he was searching for the source of the smell, a beast-like roar suddenly came from behind him.

"Roar!"

"Target No. 1's body temperature is rising rapidly. The target is mutating!"

Facing Thompson's urgent report, Bridge still held up the telescope and replied lightly.

"See, I'm not presbyopic yet."

(End of this chapter)