The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Jingle Bell!

A telephone was ringing inside an ordinary-looking van.

only……

This unremarkable van wasn't upright; it was lying on its side on the road, about three kilometers from the Sentinel Special Service Building.

There was a loud bang.

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

into the eye.

The SWAT officers sitting in the back of the van were piled up with the numerous body bags that had just been thrown in.

A special operations team member watched as a clown masked figure carrying an assault rifle walked in, struggling to get up.

next second.

"Bang!"

The special operations team member stared wide-eyed, a bullet lodged between his eyebrows, and remained completely still.

soon.

Gunshots rang out intermittently inside the van. By the time the people wearing clown masks loaded body bags into their vehicle, all six SWAT team members inside had already been executed by gunfire.

Just then, the phone rang.

The clown-like man at the head of the group stopped in his tracks as he listened to the phone ringing and walked straight to the driver's side of the van.

Inside the cockpit.

Paul, pinned down by the dead driver and bleeding from his forehead, tried to open his blood-soaked, blurred eyes, his right hand groping in the direction of the ringing phone, attempting to grab it.

Unfortunately, Paul's right hand was always just a tiny bit away from the phone.

The distance is not great, but at this moment, it feels like a chasm.

He seemed to see, through his blood-stained vision, a figure dressed in a black suit and tie, but with a clown mask on his face.

They were the group of people who had just emerged from a blind spot and overturned their van.

Paul heard the sound of a bullet being chambered.

His right hand, which was fumbling for his phone, suddenly stopped.

"Law……"

"Bang!"

The clown looked at Paul, who had been shot between the eyebrows, then turned and ran towards the car parked nearby, which was already running: "Dog, dog!"

soon.

The vehicle accelerated and drove straight away from the crime scene.

Three minutes later.

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

Debbie, sitting in the passenger seat, stared wide-eyed at the van lying on the road and already on fire.

"old……"

"boom!"

The burning van exploded instantly.

The huge explosion caused the overturned van to bounce off the ground, and flames burst forth in all directions.

Locke's expression was rather unpleasant.

He had a bad feeling when he couldn't get through to Paul on the phone, so he immediately drove over here with Debbie.

as predicted.

problem occurs.

Locke parked the car on the side of the road, and Debbie had already dialed the fire department.

Firefighters arrived at the scene in less than five minutes and then began extinguishing the fire on the van.

The fire in the van was extinguished in less than two minutes.

The six bodies in the back of the van and the two bodies in the driver's cab were also removed by firefighters.

There were no surprises, and no lucky breaks.

Paul's Secret Service team was wiped out.

Locke's gaze swept over the corpses laid out on the ground one by one, finally settling on Paul's body, which was charred but still vaguely recognizable, his eyes flickering.

No doubt, it was the Skrulls who did it.

Otherwise, why have all the bodies that Paul and his team collected disappeared?

But he had no evidence.

fortunately……

He became suspicious when he saw Paul and his team arrive at the Vampire Mansion without any hindrance and take over the corpses that the vampires had left behind.

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

"Feed".

"My men are dead."

"...What?"

George, who was still at the scene, was somewhat confused when he heard this sentence coming from the phone.

Locke didn't speak, and directly chose to have a video call with George.

soon.

George gasped as he looked at the rows of eight corpses lying on his phone screen.

"hiss!"

"So fast? What secrets do those corpses hold?"

"hehe."

Locke said in a low voice, "Are you sure you want to know, George?"

George snapped out of his daze and shook his head vigorously, saying, "Thank you, but no thanks."

He's just honest, not stupid.

If others dare to take such blatant action against the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau, it's obvious there's a huge secret involved.

In this situation, unless he's insane, he wouldn't want to know the truth.

Wait a moment.

There's still a body here with me.

George's eyes narrowed.

"Shit, Beckett."

"What happened to Beckett?"

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

"..."

Upon hearing this, Locke raised an eyebrow, put away his phone, and walked towards the Audi A8 parked not far away.

Debbie, who was in the liaison office, saw this and quickly followed.

"Boss, wait..."

"Wait here."

Locke spoke without turning his head, got into the car, stepped on the gas, and sped off towards the location of the 12th Precinct of the New York City Police Department with the roar of the engine.

at the same time.

Beckett, who was on his way back to the precinct with his team members Esposito and Ryan, and a body in the trunk, also received a call from George.

"What? We've been attacked?"

"where?"

As Beckett listened to George's urgent voice on the phone, just as he was about to ask for more details, Ryan in the passenger seat seemed to have seen something and roared, "Beckett, watch out!" As he spoke, he grabbed the steering wheel and swerved sharply to the side.

The police car drove directly onto the sidewalk and crashed into a utility pole.

However, the police car's sudden lane change caused a black sedan that was preparing to do the same to crash into nothing.

but!

After the black sedan stopped without hitting its target, three people wearing clown masks quickly jumped out of the car, grabbed military MA41 assault rifles, and began firing at the police car carrying Beckett and his group.

"careful."

"Get off the bus quickly."

"hidden!"

"Ding ding ding!"

"Clang! Clang!"

A hail of bullets pounded into every part of the police car, instantly turning it into a riddled mess.

Beckett and his two companions huddled on the side of the police car closest to the shop, unable to peek out from under the intense barrage of fire.

The three masked men formed a pincer movement, maintaining suppressive fire while rapidly advancing towards the police car.

Just then.

The engine roared loudly from the black Audi A8!

……