The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 91 Are Aliens Human? (Seeking First Subscriptions on March 15th!)

Before entering the building, Locke considered several potential dangers.

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

This is true.

However, Locke's Holy Water Descent technique effortlessly dismantled the attack and even broke through Quen's defenses.

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

The elevator lobby was unremarkable.

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

On the ground where holy water flowed, a dozen or so sharp healing teeth could be vaguely seen.

obviously.

Just now, there were also more than a dozen vampires lying in ambush here, but unfortunately they were eliminated before they even saw Locke's face. A special operations team member quickly walked to the elevator entrance, checked it over, and then turned to Locke and Captain Powell: "The control panel has been destroyed."

"Can it be fixed?" Captain Powell asked.

The special operations team members nodded.

"Okay, three minutes."

"it is good."

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

The special operations team member quickly took off his backpack, took out portable equipment, and began repairing the control panel of the elevator in front of him.

Captain Powell looked at Locke beside him.

"Communications haven't been restored yet?"

"without."

On the way here, Locke kept calling out to Debbie, trying to re-establish the connection, but to no avail. He shook his head.

"It's probably been blocked."

"I thought we had a contingency plan."

"Yes, I did."

Locke shook his head, adjusting the buttons on his suit as he looked at Powell: "Isn't this useless? Obviously, their technology is far more advanced."

Powell nodded.

"When we get down there, stick close to me."

"Rest assured, professionals do professional things, and I never interfere with the specific operations of the special forces."

"That's good."

With communication cut off and external information support lost, attacking a place with unknown dangers often requires combat personnel to rely on their intuition to make immediate judgments.

If someone gives bad advice at this time, it's easy for something to go wrong.

Powell breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Locke's renewed assurance.

soon.

The elevator's control panel was restored thanks to the special operations team's diligent repairs.

The special operations team member packed up his things, turned around, and still had a hint of excitement on his face about repairing the equipment.

"Sir, repair—."

"Bang!"

"Thump!"

A bullet suddenly left the barrel and whizzed past, striking the special operations team member in the forehead. The powerful momentum sent the team member, whose face was still showing excitement and a desire for credit, flying, and his body slammed heavily against the elevator door.

This sudden turn of events startled everyone.

Including Captain Powell.

Just as Captain Powell instinctively looked in the direction from which the gunshots came...

Gunshots rang out suddenly one after another.

"what!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Thump, thump—"

Amidst the rapid gunfire, one special operations team member after another was shot in the back of the head and fell to the ground instantly.

Even Captain Powell subconsciously looked down at the muzzle of the gun that appeared in his chest, then looked up, his eyes wide, staring in disbelief at the special agents who were expressionlessly firing at him.

Powell's bleeding mouth twitched slightly, squeezing out his confusion.

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"Bang!"

"Thump!"

Unfortunately, before he could even ask a question, another gunshot rang out, and Powell's head flew back violently. Then, with a loud thud, his body crashed to the ground, his eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling.

next second.

The three gun barrels immediately changed direction and landed on Locke, who seemed to have no time to react.

Locke faced the three gun barrels and instinctively raised his hands.

"Wait a moment!"

As Locke shouted, the three special agents who were about to pull the trigger exchanged glances.

One of the special operations team members, who was in charge, nodded to the other two team members.

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

A click.

Locke's hands were then put on gloves.

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

"you-----.

"Boom!"

One of the special agents punched Locke in the stomach: "Behave yourself!"

Locke groaned, his body involuntarily arching.

The lead special operations team member, seeing this scene, did not reprimand him. Instead, after seeing that Locke had lost his ability to fight, he wrapped his arms around his assault rifle and then squatted down in front of the hunched-over Locke.

A hint of schadenfreude played on his lips.

"Mr. Underwood, you didn't expect that, did you?"

"Call him 'Director'."

The special operations team members were stunned.

"What?"

"Call me Director, thank you."

Locke, seemingly due to stomach pain, simply plopped down on the wet floor, then looked up at the special agents speaking to him, gasping for breath as he said, "Use your job title when you're on duty."

The special operations team member and his two companions looked up and exchanged glances, then seemed unable to resist laughing as they looked at Locke.

"Director? At this point, Mr. Underwood, are you still concerned about how you address him?"

Call me Director.

Ignoring the mocking expressions on the special agents' faces, Locke earnestly corrected them, "In life, people either strive for fame or for profit. I strive for fame, so call me Director."

Upon hearing this, the special operations team member looked at Locke seriously, then pursed his lips, smiled, and nodded.

"Okay, Chief Underwood."

"Thanks."

Locke listened to the special agents' change of address and solemnly said thank you.

The special agents, clutching their weapons, looked at Locke with some confusion: "So, you orchestrated this death trap for S.H.I.E.L.D. agents just to advance your career?"

Locke shrugged, his eyes remaining expressionless as he met the gaze of the special operations team member, whose eyes seemed to gleam with an eerie light.

"If a person doesn't look out for himself, he'll be punished by heaven and earth."

"But S.H.I.E.L.D. are good people, don't you feel even a little bit sorry for them?"

"no."

Locke seemed to have reached the point where, as a dying man, his words were kind, and he answered the special agents' questions without reservation.

"Everyone dies eventually, but their deaths can become stepping stones for my progress, so why should I feel sorry for them?"

Listening to Locke's explanation, and then looking at Locke's face, which showed no remorse whatsoever, the special agents revealed a smile of extreme anger: "Chief Underwood is indeed the new Underwood. You should go into politics."

Locke shook his head again.

"No, no, no, I have no desire to go into politics."

Why?

"Can politicians legally commit murder?"

"—What?"

The special operations team member looked at Locke with a slightly surprised expression.

Locke's face revealed a cold, bloodthirsty, and cruel smile: "Going into politics isn't as good as joining law enforcement, because here, I can legally kill."

Looking at Locke's smile, the special agents suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.

next second.

A nameless anger filled his heart.

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

"Really? I don't believe it."

"Um?"

The special operations team member's expression changed, and with a flick of his right hand, a silver, large-caliber semi-automatic Desert Eagle was pressed directly against Locke's forehead: "You think I wouldn't dare to fire?"

Locke's calm face revealed a hint of mockery as he looked at the special agents who were pointing a gun at him.

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

"-·Ha ha!"

The special agents, their faces contorted with anger, burst into laughter, then holstered their pistols and looked at Locke with admiration: "Chief Underwood is indeed clever. Good. We do have a question. You can choose to answer it, and we'll let you go quickly."

Of course, you can also choose not to —

Now, let's get down to business.

Locke thought to himself, then interrupted the special operations team member.

"What's the problem?"

"listen-..

The special operations team member swallowed the last part of his sentence, then looked at Locke and said in a deep voice, "How did you know we existed?"

Locke looked up, his gaze calm as he looked at the special agents.

"What do you mean, 'you guys'?!"

"Don't play dumb, it won't work on us."

The special operations team member's expression changed, and he once again took out his Desert Eagle and pressed it against Locke's forehead: "If you didn't know we existed..."

They'll try to steal our bodies.

Locke looked enlightened, his gaze sweeping over the special agents and his two colleagues before settling on the special agents in front of him.

I don't know why.

At that moment, the special agents seemed to see a hint of surprise on Locke's face.

What's going on?

The moment this question arose.

Locke could no longer contain his excitement. Looking at the special agents before him, his eyes gleamed: "So, you're Skrulls too?"

Good heavens.

Indeed, just when you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up before you.

The special operations team member snapped out of his daze and met Locke's gleaming eyes.

The next second, a "thud!" sound, like something breaking, rang out behind Locke.

not good.

The special operations team member thought to himself, and then subconsciously pulled the trigger on his Desert Eagle.

In that instant, Locke abruptly pulled his right hand back from behind and then moved the Desert Eagle on his forehead to the side.

"Bang!"

"Thump!"