American Comic Dimensional Trading Device

Realizing things were going badly, Bucky immediately reached for his gun.

But Vito was faster, and slapped him across the face.

Bucky instantly transformed into a flying man, soaring seven or eight meters through the air before landing heavily, unable to get up for a long time.

However, Carter, who was standing to the side, already had a gun in hand and started firing wildly at Vito.

Vito instinctively raised his claws slightly, but the powerful M1911, at close range, could only slightly penetrate the keratin on Vito's claws and get stuck in his muscle, unable to cause him any harm.

When Carter finished firing a magazine, Vito flicked his hand lightly, and the bullets clattered to the ground, leaving Carter dumbfounded.

Vito didn't hold back either, whipping his tail and striking Carter in the stomach, sending her flying.

Vito was very confident in his control of his strength. At most, this blow would make Carter unable to get up, but it would definitely not be enough to cripple or kill him.

Anyway, all Josie asked was not to kill or maim him. It wasn't like he couldn't fight. Carter's burst of bullets still hurt Vito a bit.

"Wake up your men, you piece of trash!" After spitting out Carter, Vito breathed hot air at the still-awake council henchman and berated him. Anyway, after transforming, not only his appearance but also his voice had changed drastically, so there was no need to worry about being recognized.

After saying that, he ignored the other person and turned his attention to Bucky, who was trying to get up not far away and had pulled out a grenade from somewhere.

Bucky had seen Carter shoot, and immediately prepared to try and teach the monster a lesson with a grenade.

But how could Vito give him that chance? Bucky had just pulled the pin when Vito leaped in front of him and then swept his tail again, hitting a home run that sent the grenade in Bucky's hand flying into the air where it exploded.

After finishing, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. He grabbed Bucky's neck with his left claw and lifted him up, while his right claw grabbed Bucky's prosthetic left hand and forcibly ripped it off, then threw it aside.

He then turned around and flung Bucky onto the hood of his car. The force of the impact knocked Bucky unconscious.

"Clean up and get out of here right now!" Vito ordered the council thugs who were waking up their companions after dealing with Bucky.

At this point, even the most foolish of the council's henchmen realized that this suddenly appearing monster had come to help them.

Although they didn't know why Vito was helping them, they didn't care about that at the moment. As long as the mission was accomplished!

They immediately called for backup, and in a flurry of activity, they tied Pakistan up securely, threw him into a car, and hurriedly drove away.

Vito then walked step by step toward Carter, who was slumped on the ground trying to get up.

"What exactly are you..." Carter asked, his face full of resentment, as Vito approached.

But she was destined to receive no answer; she only saw the other party gently raise its claws and bring them down on her.

Seeing this, Carter could only close his eyes and await his death.

But instead of excruciating pain, she received a heavy blow to the neck and immediately lost consciousness.

When Carter woke up again, he found himself in a hospital room.

Startled, she tried to get up, but as soon as she moved, she felt pain all over her body, and it seemed that her whole body was tightly bound.

"Don't move, you're badly injured!" Just then, a magnetic male voice came from beside Carter, and it sounded quite familiar.

Turning his head slightly, he was surprised to see Josh Kahn, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Mr. Kahn? Where am I?" Carter asked, scratching his head in confusion.

“You’re in a ward at the Presbyterian Hospital right now!” Josie said. “Just call me Josie. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Okay, Josie, did you bring me here?” Carter asked again.

“I know what you want to ask. I came to New York on a business trip. After dinner, I was going to go see you, but when I arrived, I found you lying downstairs in your apartment building, unconscious. So I brought you to the hospital!” Josie said. “What exactly happened? When I got there and saw the scene, I almost thought I was back in Germany. And you, you had three broken ribs. Fortunately, there was no internal bleeding.”

Yeah, the bear is quite swollen too, but I can't say that out loud.

“We were attacked, and there was a giant lizard-like monster among them, as tall as a two-story building. Bucky… right, Bucky was captured by them. Josie, I have to inform my colleagues and tell them this!” Carter suddenly became agitated when he remembered Bucky’s capture.

“Relax, Carter, relax. No matter what happened, your most important thing right now is to recover from your injuries. Also, I’ve already sent someone to inform your colleagues. But speaking of which, aren’t you supposed to work for the Strategic Scientific Corps? Why do I see on your identification in your suitcase that you work for Bell Telephone Corporation?” Josie asked, puzzled.

Of course, this confusion was feigned. He knew perfectly well that Carter had been working for the Strategic Scientific Corps, and that Bell Telephone Company was just a front for the Strategic Scientific Corps, but knowing this was one thing, and knowing it was another; he couldn't just say it out loud.

“You’re right, I am still working for the Strategic Scientific Corps, as is Bucky. But the Strategic Scientific Corps is a classified unit, so we need to keep it a little secret.” Carter clearly trusted Josie a lot, especially since Josie had saved her life this time. In addition, they had been semi-colleagues in Europe, so she felt there was no need to hide it.

"I see... well..." Just as Josie was about to say something more, a loud bang was heard, and the door to the ward was pushed open forcefully.

Immediately afterwards, a group of men dressed in suits and carrying the same standard briefcases as Carter barged in.

The two bodyguards who were supposed to be guarding the door were instead forced against the wall outside by two identical men who pointed guns at them.

"Who are you?" Josie immediately stood up and asked.

However, these people were quite impolite. One of them stepped forward, grabbed Josie's hand, twisted it, and slammed him against the wall of the ward. Then they began to search his body.

"Damn it, do you even know who I am?" Josie, her face pressed against the wall, immediately cursed, seemingly very agitated.

However, neither these people who barged in nor Peggy Carter on the hospital bed could see that, compared to her seemingly fierce words, Josie's gaze was unusually calm.

Not just Josie, but the two bodyguards at the door were the same.

He appeared to be subdued by these people, but in reality, he remained extremely calm; all his excitement was an act.

Because these intruders were none other than the New York branch of the Strategic Scientific Corps.

Don't assume that just because Josh is young and a boss, he's really powerless.

Despite his busy schedule over the years, Josie has never neglected exercise. He often practices various fighting techniques with bodyguards like Vito, and he is also tall.

It's not someone that can be easily defeated.

If a real fight were to break out, Josie, lacking practical experience, might still be no match for these Strategic Scientific Legion agents, but it would be absolutely impossible for them to subdue him so easily.

The reason he pretended to be weak and helpless was mainly to reduce suspicion—after all, the timing of his appearance at the scene seemed too coincidental to onlookers.

Pretending to be the victim can minimize the other party's vigilance, and afterwards, one can use this as an excuse to use Josh's official connections to portray oneself as the victim and turn the tables on the Strategic Scientific Corps New York branch.

Another point is that it can make Carter feel guilty, thinking that he has implicated Josie, and at the same time, make him trust Josie more, thus creating an opportunity for Josie to intervene in S.H.I.E.L.D. through Carter in the future.

“Director, please don’t do that! Mr. Kahn is my friend!” Carter, lying on the hospital bed, struggled to get up and said to the man leading the team, Roger Doolittle, the director of the New York branch of the Strategic Scientific Corps.

“Yes, Agent Carter, I know he’s your friend, but that doesn’t clear him of suspicion. Once we find out his identity, Agent Kuzminsky will release him.” Director Doolittle said calmly.

“Listen to me, Director, Mr. Kahn is no ordinary person. He is a distinguished guest of the President and General Eisenhower!” Carter panicked upon hearing Dooley’s words and hurriedly explained.

These agents, including Doolittle, were mostly retired from the Pacific theater, so they didn't know anything about Josie's situation. But how could she not know?

If Josh is really offended, the entire New York branch of the Strategic Scientific Corps might suffer the consequences.

Upon hearing Carter's words, none of these people who had come from the Pacific theater believed him.

A young man who looks no more than seventeen or eighteen is a guest of honor of the President and Eisenhower? Are you kidding me?

It can only be said that Josie was too low-key after returning to the United States. In addition, information did not spread that fast in this era. Unless you are a military or business person who has been in Europe, it is normal that you did not recognize him.

"Wow, it seems Agent Carter has met quite a few special men during the war, a guest of the President and General Eisenhower?" Agent Kuzminsky, who was holding Josh, didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, he shoved Josh hard again, almost making Josh laugh out loud.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long. Just as Carter was extremely anxious, a large group of police officers rushed into the ward. Without saying a word, a whole bunch of long guns and short guns were all pointed at the agents inside the ward.

As the director of the Strategic Science Corps, Roger Doolittle was dumbfounded. Had all these police officers gone mad?

However, when he saw the sheriff leading the team, along with several police officers, give Agent Kuzminsky a sound beating, and then respectfully help Josie to sit down, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

Could what Carter said be true?

I have something to do tonight, so I need to ask for leave! (4,000 words)

Chapter 137 Major Changes in the New York Branch

Screech! A military jeep, a rare sight on the streets of New York, stopped at Police Plaza 1 in Lower Manhattan, New York City, the headquarters of the New York City Police Department.

Major General Phillips, Director General of the Strategic Scientific Corps, got out of the car with a gloomy expression and walked into the police headquarters building with his deputy.

His expression was naturally not pleasant.

A decorated agent is attacked without warning, and Bucky Barnes is captured.

The entire New York branch of the Strategic Scientific Corps, from the director to the action team leaders and members—a total of more than a dozen people—was arrested by the police and taken to the police station. Then, the director of headquarters had to come all the way from Washington to pick them up.

This made the entire Strategic Scientific Corps a laughing stock among various departments in Washington.

Unfortunately, Phillips had no way to solve the problem.

Because that's how the American political system works. So what if it's the military intelligence agencies? Local agencies like the city government and police department aren't even part of the same system. They can simply not follow your lead.

In particular, the current Strategic Scientific Corps is just one of many intelligence agencies under the Ministry of Defense.

Although they accumulated a lot of merit during World War II.

However, because its authority overlaps with many intelligence agencies, its status is not high, and it even faces the risk of being abolished. It is completely different from the all-powerful S.H.I.E.L.D. of the future.

In terms of size, it's not even as big as the New York Police Department in front of us.

This also leads to the problem that many of the Strategic Scientific Corps' actions are illegal within the U.S. domestic legal system.

If you haven't offended the local law enforcement agencies, they might turn a blind eye. But if you have, they might not arrest you, or even kill you on the spot, and you'd be helpless.

Impersonating other departments is not an option either. In the future, S.H.I.E.L.D. will dare to impersonate the FBI at will because its top leadership is powerful and the FBI has weakened, so it can only cooperate with them.

But this was the FBI's golden age, and the director was Edgar Hoover, a man of immense power who even the new president dared not offend. Only a major general like Phillips would be crazy enough to send his men to impersonate FBI agents.

After identifying himself and explaining his purpose to the police officer at the door, Phillips was led to the chief's office under the officer's strange gaze.

After a series of arduous negotiations and a series of assurances and compromises, he was finally allowed to pick up the person, his face growing increasingly grim.

New York Police Commissioner Tate cheerfully saw the Washington visitor out of his office.

The two actually knew each other, because Tate was also a senior military officer a year ago. He retired last year due to injuries and returned to the United States to recuperate. After recovering, he became a policeman.