Marvel's Death Merchant

Instantly, all the surrounding glass shattered due to the impact.

As the gray layer gradually dissipated, a man stood in the center of the red object. He was dressed casually, with deep eyes and a calm demeanor, looking like a mountain.

"I'm back, and I'm going to kill you all!" Mike Dennis said, looking around at his surroundings with a mixture of excitement and anger.

The azure sky had turned slightly crimson; this was no longer the doomsday city of Manhattan that had been described earlier.

Mike walked slowly forward, and in front of him was the "devilmaycry" agency.

"Devilmaycry, even the devil cries. What a strange name, never mind..."

Just as Moser was about to leave, the "may" in the firm's sign, "devilmaycry," fell off, probably shaken off by the impact of Moser's landing. Judging from the sign's appearance, it was likely recently installed during renovations.

Mike paid no attention and turned to leave.

At this moment, the door of the firm, which was almost covered in dust, was pushed open, and a man walked out. He was wearing a hat, had a handsome and unruly appearance, ice-blue eyes, and was wearing a black trench coat. You could vaguely see shimmering gold on his body at his waist.

However, the man smelled faintly of beer and was holding a half-eaten pizza, which seemed somewhat out of place with his handsome appearance. He glanced around and then said with a touch of humor, "Hey! I just took a break and ordered a pizza, does it have to be a big deal to tear my office apart?"

However, when he saw the firm's sign lying on the ground and the surrounding environment, he immediately became somewhat serious...

"What happened? This sign was only recently put up, the paint wasn't even dry yet! Who took it down?! Most importantly, I saved up five weeks' worth of pizza money to put it up, and I didn't even get a chance to properly admire it before it was gone!"

As the man spoke, his gaze swept over Mike. "Friend, you have to pay me back."

Mercer: "I don't want to kill you."

"Alright, demon, stop pretending and show your true form! Otherwise I'll have to take action," the man said, reverting to his earlier humorous tone.

"What do you mean?" Mike looked at him with his deep eyes.

“They destroyed my firm’s signboard and messed up the surrounding area. Who else could it be but a demon?” The man finished speaking and swallowed the pizza in his hand.

“However, I’ll let you go if you pay me back,” the man said while chewing his pizza.

“Who are you? I don’t know you at all!” Mike said coldly to him.

"You don't know who I am? Fine, listen up. I'm the most famous forensic expert in this city, Barry Allen! Now I'm giving you two choices: 1. Pay up and then tuck your tail between your legs and go back home! 2... I haven't thought of that yet."

"That was just an accident, and I take back what I said about not wanting to kill you, because what I hate most are people like you who are famous, rich, and arrogant."

“Oh? You can try it.” With that, Barry raised his left hand, revealing a ring on his middle finger.

Mike: "What a mess!"

Then, Mike activated the blade mode with his right hand and the claw mode with his left, and with a push of his feet, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground as he charged towards Barry Allen.

Suddenly, a red robe appeared from the ring on Barry's hand. The robe then grew rapidly, and Barry dodged Mike's attack and disappeared. His speed was as fast as the speed of light.

When he reappeared in front of Mike, he was no longer the handsome man in the black trench coat, but a man dressed in a red suit from head to toe, with a lightning bolt symbol printed on a white circle on his chest, and a golden lightning bolt on each side of his head. Except for his eyes and face, almost his entire body was covered by the suit.

Mike looked at him in surprise. "The Flash? You're...?"

Barry smiled slightly and said, "Like I said, I'll let you go if you pay me back."

"Never mind! Let's skip it." Mike gradually recovered from his surprise.

Mike was enveloped in blood-red tendrils. Soon, his fair skin began to swell, and when the blood-red tendrils disappeared, his skin had turned into black armor.

"Come and fight!" Mike said calmly, pointing his blade at Barry.

"See that? That's what I want," the Twisted Overlord said to the Sentinel with a smile.

"That's a good idea. This will make that guy more and more troublesome." The current Marvel universe is a mix of Resident Evil, Prototype, DC, and Marvel's native elements, making it extremely dangerous.

Chapter 645 The Anomaly in the Main World (6)

It seems that due to the Twisted Overlord's deliberate alterations, the protagonist who slaughtered the Prototype world has entered the main Marvel universe and encountered the Flash. But this is only the beginning; everything is constantly changing, even beyond imagination.

Philadelphia, USA, days before the virus fully infects the population.

"No entry! No entry!" Four young officers struggled to maintain order at the police station entrance, but were drowned out by the cacophony of reporters. Officer Carlisle calmly walked through the chaotic police station lobby. Standing inside the doors, he straightened his wrinkled uniform, took a deep breath, and, as if making a great decision, opened the police station doors. As soon as Officer Carlisle stepped out, he was engulfed by countless camera flashes. He instinctively squinted, and when his eyes adjusted, he found himself surrounded by reporters; the four officers had long since been pushed aside.

"Officer Carlisle, why are you concealing a series of cases?"

"Is this how the Philadelphia Police Department protects the safety of Philadelphians?" "How will the police department handle this matter?" "What are the government's response measures?" One question after another disrupted Carlisle's carefully prepared thoughts. He knew that this matter could not be kept secret forever, but who knew that it would have such a huge impact on society and even affect the image of the Philadelphia government.

The reports about the case piled up to a meter high, and it's no longer just a case; the number of missing persons in the West Side is steadily increasing. The government went from indifference to extreme concern, and by the time the police chiefs reacted, it was too late. Reporters got wind of it, and the truth was out. Now, the West Side's police force is deployed to the point where there's an officer on duty at every street corner, in an attempt to salvage the government's image. Carlisle has finally escaped the constant questioning and flashing lights; he needs a good rest. Perhaps tomorrow's headlines will be about Philadelphia police officers admitting to covering up the incident, or worse—reporters love to exaggerate. He might even be suspended tomorrow, but it doesn't matter anymore. He just needs to get today's work done.

Carlisle was walking along when he accidentally bumped into a police officer carrying a stack of reports. The reports scattered all over the ground. The officer snapped out of his daze, saluted, and said, "Excuse me, sir." Carlisle looked at his pale face and said, "It's alright." After collecting all the reports, the officer hurriedly walked past Carlisle and ran towards his destination.

Carlisle watched the departing figure. He recognized him: Kevin Smith, a new officer who had recently joined the police station. Judging from his haggard appearance, he probably hadn't slept for 24 hours, relying on instant coffee to get through the night. Carlisle felt sorry for him; he could even use his authority to allow him a proper rest, a day off. But he wouldn't allow himself to do so. The police station already had enough to do; even if one person did the work of several, they still wouldn't have enough manpower.

Everyone was barely holding on; he couldn't give everyone a day off, or the Philadelphia Police Department would have to disband. Carlyle slowly walked back to his office, picked up a framed photo on his desk containing pictures of himself, his wife, and their daughter. He touched it and sighed. The mistakes made by the higher-ups had become our burden—this was the dog-eat-dog world. After signing the last document on his desk, Carlyle's tense nerves finally relaxed. A wave of weariness washed over him, and he realized he hadn't slept for 24 hours. Carlyle looked out the window at the peaceful scene of people coming and going, pulled his hat down low, and decided to savor this precious rest…

Time passed slowly, the busy afternoon was over, and the cool evening breeze soothed the restless mood of the day. Carlisle drank a cup of coffee and glanced at his watch; it was almost time. Normally, Officer Carlisle should be driving home by now, but out of a sense of duty as a sheriff, he decided to patrol the West Side for peace of mind. He left the police station, started his car, and drove towards the West Side. Ten minutes later, Carlisle stopped at an intersection waiting for the traffic light. He noticed that the further he went into the West Side, the fewer pedestrians he saw on the streets, and even police officers disappeared. This made Carlisle uneasy. The government was indeed somewhat concerned about the missing persons in the West Side, but it hadn't reached the point of a curfew. Carlisle saw a man in a t-shirt approaching at the intersection. Carlisle got out of his car and stopped the man.

“Hello, I’m Sheriff Carlisle. May I ask you a few questions?” Carlisle said, showing his police badge. The man said impatiently, “Please hurry up, officer, I have other things to do.” Carlisle said apologetically, “It’ll be quick, it won’t take up too much of your time. I just want to ask you a few questions.” But Carlisle quickly noticed something was wrong; the man seemed to be avoiding something—the light! That’s right, he was avoiding the light. Why was that? Carlisle asked a few questions, but the man answered that he didn’t know or wasn’t sure about them.

"Are you alright? Can I see your face?" Officer Carlisle said, reaching out to grab the man's shoulder. The man, startled, quickly pushed Carlisle's hand away. However, Carlisle still pushed the man towards the streetlight. Though only for a moment, Carlisle saw the man's pale face. Carlisle asked, "Sir, are you alright? Should I call a doctor?" The man finally said impatiently, "Thank you for your kindness, officer! I have other things to do!" He then pushed Carlisle away and disappeared into the night. Carlisle looked at his throbbing hand and said, "That's quite strong." Carlisle returned to his car, started the police car, and continued deeper into the western district. Suddenly, the radio crackled to life: Public address: This is Police Headquarters. We have received a report from the public that a murderer has been discovered. The nearest officer is requested to proceed immediately to verify the situation. The location is as follows… (To be repeated…)

Carlisle, thinking he wasn't far away, picked up his pager and said, "This is Officer Carlisle. I'll verify the situation as soon as possible."

"Okay, officer, good luck."

Carlisle didn't understand what "good luck" meant, and without giving it much thought, drove towards the scene. Carlisle sped through the streets of the West Side in his police car, Midnight Riders rock music blaring from the blast, as he whistled and watched the approaching checkpoint. Two officers emerged from the checkpoint. "Hey, buddy, turn the music down. Curfew's already in effect today, shouldn't there be any orders for a shift change?"

Chapter 646 The Anomaly in the Main World (7)

A police officer leaned against the hood of his car, smiling. Carlisle rolled down his window, showed his badge, and said, "Officer Carlisle, I'm here to investigate a report in the West Side." The lazy officer in the hood immediately stopped smiling. Carlisle waved and said with a smile, "Young man, relax. Don't be nervous, I'm not an old fogey." The other officer immediately saluted and said, "Officer Carlisle, I hope to go with you on this investigation."

Carlisle chuckled and said, "Okay, kid, get in." The officer explained the checkpoint situation, opened the door to Carlisle's patrol car, and got into the passenger seat. Carlisle then started the car and continued towards the location of the reported incident.

Carlisle glanced at the silent young officer sitting beside him and said, "Young man, what's your name? Have you heard about the strange things happening in the West District?" The young officer replied, "My name is Kevin Parker, sir. I've only been here a short time, but the strange things happening in the West District might not be simple. All the officers who have experienced them have been called in for questioning by their superiors, but they haven't gotten any information out of them, and then the questions have become more and more mysterious. Rumors of monsters are circulating in the West District."

Carlisle said, "A monster?" Carlisle suddenly remembered the operator's "Good luck" from headquarters, as if he had grasped something but had no clue what it was. Kevin smiled and said, "It's about the murderer, but I don't know why the locals call it a monster."

Ten minutes later, Carlisle parked the police car near the scene of the incident. The two got out and walked forward. As darkness fell, Kevin picked up his flashlight. Visibility ahead was decreasing, and the surroundings were eerily quiet, as if telling a story. Carlisle called into his pager: "Headquarters, I'm near the scene of the incident, approaching."

73 Lear Street—this was the location where the report was filed. But as they arrived, Kevin and Carlisle grew even paler. The once beautiful garden was now stained with blood, mutilated limbs, and a putrid stench filled the air… Kevin felt his stomach churn and immediately bent over to vomit. Carlisle, looking incredulous, asked, “What happened here?”

Suddenly, Carlisle saw something moving in the darkness. Then, with a snap, a branch broke in the garden. Carlisle drew his sidearm, but the light was too dim to see what was ahead. A person? A monster? Carlisle's heart pounded. Carlisle glanced back at Kevin; Marvin seemed exhausted. Carlisle had no choice but to venture alone into the dark garden to investigate; everything was pitch black. Carlisle slowly groped his way through the impenetrable garden. Snap, another branch broke. Carlisle ran towards the sound, only to see a dark liquid.

Carlisle reached up and touched the unidentified liquid to his nose—blood! A cold sweat ran down Carlisle's spine. This situation had gone beyond the scope of an investigation; perhaps the so-called West Side murderer had committed an unforgivable crime right before his eyes. Watching the bloodstain lead into the house, Carlisle even considered turning back to call Kevin, but that would be unwise. Kevin was in no condition to function properly and might even become a burden, perhaps even costing a young life—something Carlisle didn't want to see. Driven by a sense of duty as a police officer, Officer Carlisle gripped his M92 pistol tightly, took a deep breath to suppress his fear, and advanced towards the house…

The oak staircase, weathered by rain, rattled and creaked as he climbed it. Carlyle glanced at the half-closed door and headed towards the living room. Unfamiliar with the layout of the house, he wandered around for a while without finding the light switch, causing him to curse under his breath.

Suddenly, Carlisle heard the sound of chewing. Puzzled, he turned on the flashlight hanging from his pistol. A faint beam of light shone into the dark living room, and the sound came from the upstairs room. Carlisle slowly walked up the stairs, his faint footsteps echoing in the quiet, dark living room, also pounding on Carlisle's tense nerves.

Nothing was found in the second-floor corridor, but horrifying bloodstains splattered on the walls. How much blood would it take to stain half the corridor red? This murderer was incredibly ruthless. Carlisle followed the sound into the room belonging to the family's daughter, and found a figure kneeling on the floor in the darkness, chewing something. Carlisle slowly advanced, his gun pointed straight ahead, and a girl's back slowly appeared in his crosshairs. Carlisle's heart eased; there were survivors, at least, this would help uncover the strange events in the West District. He went forward to pat the girl's body, but saw her mother, disemboweled, lying beneath her with wide, terrified eyes, as if she had seen something horrifying before she died. The girl seemed to notice someone behind her and slowly stood up.

Carlyle immediately pointed his gun at the girl, holding his breath as he shouted, "Hands up! Don't go any further!" The girl didn't react and continued forward. Carlyle warned again, and finally, a girl covered in blood came into Carlyle's view. In the dim light, Carlyle saw the girl's face, a sight he would never forget: a person with only half a face remaining? She was no longer human; there was a large hole in her stomach.

Carlisle felt a wave of nausea rise in her mouth. She quickly pointed her pistol at the monster, trying to warn it, but it continued to slowly advance towards her. Carlisle pulled the trigger; the crisp gunshot echoed through the silent house, attracting more ghosts wandering within.

The monster was knocked down by the impact of the bullets, but slowly got up. Overwhelmed by fear, Carlisle pulled the trigger four times in quick succession. The bullets passed through the monster's body, but she felt nothing. Carlisle turned and ran towards the stairs, only to see monsters everywhere below. Damn it, why hadn't she noticed them before? Carlisle ran down the stairs, moving along the wall.

Enraged, Carlisle slammed his pager on the floor. Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him in the darkness. The monster lunged and pulled Carlisle into its arms, biting down on his arm and tearing off a chunk of flesh. The intense pain overcame Carlisle's fear. He pointed his pistol at the monster's head and pulled the trigger. The monster's head exploded like a watermelon, blood staining Carlisle's shirt. A sharp pain shot through his arm, telling him...

If he didn't leave this hellhole, he'd become their meal too. Carlisle quickly broke through the monsters' encirclement and ran out of the house. Carlisle hurried back the way he came, only to find Kevin gone. He saw a group of monsters gnawing on something on the ground not far from the police car. Carlisle saw Kevin's blood-stained badge. Fear gripped Carlisle again. His legs wouldn't obey him. Carlisle pinched his wound; a sharp pain dispelled the fear. He quickly ran back to his car, started the engine, and floored the accelerator, driving away from this hellhole…

Chapter 646 The Anomaly in the Main World (7)

A police officer leaned against the hood of his car, smiling. Carlisle rolled down his window, showed his badge, and said, "Officer Carlisle, I'm here to investigate a report in the West Side." The lazy officer in the hood immediately stopped smiling. Carlisle waved and said with a smile, "Young man, relax. Don't be nervous, I'm not an old fogey." The other officer immediately saluted and said, "Officer Carlisle, I hope to go with you on this investigation."

Carlisle chuckled and said, "Okay, kid, get in." The officer explained the checkpoint situation, opened the door to Carlisle's patrol car, and got into the passenger seat. Carlisle then started the car and continued towards the location of the reported incident.

Carlisle glanced at the silent young officer sitting beside him and said, "Young man, what's your name? Have you heard about the strange things happening in the West District?" The young officer replied, "My name is Kevin Parker, sir. I've only been here a short time, but the strange things happening in the West District might not be simple. All the officers who have experienced them have been called in for questioning by their superiors, but they haven't gotten any information out of them, and then the questions have become more and more mysterious. Rumors of monsters are circulating in the West District."

Carlisle said, "A monster?" Carlisle suddenly remembered the operator's "Good luck" from headquarters, as if he had grasped something but had no clue what it was. Kevin smiled and said, "It's about the murderer, but I don't know why the locals call it a monster."

Ten minutes later, Carlisle parked the police car near the scene of the incident. The two got out and walked forward. As darkness fell, Kevin picked up his flashlight. Visibility ahead was decreasing, and the surroundings were eerily quiet, as if telling a story. Carlisle called into his pager: "Headquarters, I'm near the scene of the incident, approaching."

73 Lear Street—this was the location where the report was filed. But as they arrived, Kevin and Carlisle grew even paler. The once beautiful garden was now stained with blood, mutilated limbs, and a putrid stench filled the air… Kevin felt his stomach churn and immediately bent over to vomit. Carlisle, looking incredulous, asked, “What happened here?”

Suddenly, Carlisle saw something moving in the darkness. Then, with a snap, a branch broke in the garden. Carlisle drew his sidearm, but the light was too dim to see what was ahead. A person? A monster? Carlisle's heart pounded. Carlisle glanced back at Kevin; Marvin seemed exhausted. Carlisle had no choice but to venture alone into the dark garden to investigate; everything was pitch black. Carlisle slowly groped his way through the impenetrable garden. Snap, another branch broke. Carlisle ran towards the sound, only to see a dark liquid.

Carlisle reached up and touched the unidentified liquid to his nose—blood! A cold sweat ran down Carlisle's spine. This situation had gone beyond the scope of an investigation; perhaps the so-called West Side murderer had committed an unforgivable crime right before his eyes. Watching the bloodstain lead into the house, Carlisle even considered turning back to call Kevin, but that would be unwise. Kevin was in no condition to function properly and might even become a burden, perhaps even costing a young life—something Carlisle didn't want to see. Driven by a sense of duty as a police officer, Officer Carlisle gripped his M92 pistol tightly, took a deep breath to suppress his fear, and advanced towards the house…

The oak staircase, weathered by rain, rattled and creaked as he climbed it. Carlyle glanced at the half-closed door and headed towards the living room. Unfamiliar with the layout of the house, he wandered around for a while without finding the light switch, causing him to curse under his breath.

Suddenly, Carlisle heard the sound of chewing. Puzzled, he turned on the flashlight hanging from his pistol. A faint beam of light shone into the dark living room, and the sound came from the upstairs room. Carlisle slowly walked up the stairs, his faint footsteps echoing in the quiet, dark living room, also pounding on Carlisle's tense nerves.

Nothing was found in the second-floor corridor, but horrifying bloodstains splattered on the walls. How much blood would it take to stain half the corridor red? This murderer was incredibly ruthless. Carlisle followed the sound into the room belonging to the family's daughter, and found a figure kneeling on the floor in the darkness, chewing something. Carlisle slowly advanced, his gun pointed straight ahead, and a girl's back slowly appeared in his crosshairs. Carlisle's heart eased; there were survivors, at least, this would help uncover the strange events in the West District. He went forward to pat the girl's body, but saw her mother, disemboweled, lying beneath her with wide, terrified eyes, as if she had seen something horrifying before she died. The girl seemed to notice someone behind her and slowly stood up.

Carlyle immediately pointed his gun at the girl, holding his breath as he shouted, "Hands up! Don't go any further!" The girl didn't react and continued forward. Carlyle warned again, and finally, a girl covered in blood came into Carlyle's view. In the dim light, Carlyle saw the girl's face, a sight he would never forget: a person with only half a face remaining? She was no longer human; there was a large hole in her stomach.

Carlisle felt a wave of nausea rise in her mouth. She quickly pointed her pistol at the monster, trying to warn it, but it continued to slowly advance towards her. Carlisle pulled the trigger; the crisp gunshot echoed through the silent house, attracting more ghosts wandering within.

The monster was knocked down by the impact of the bullets, but slowly got up. Overwhelmed by fear, Carlisle pulled the trigger four times in quick succession. The bullets passed through the monster's body, but she felt nothing. Carlisle turned and ran towards the stairs, only to see monsters everywhere below. Damn it, why hadn't she noticed them before? Carlisle ran down the stairs, moving along the wall.

Enraged, Carlisle slammed his pager on the floor. Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him in the darkness. The monster lunged and pulled Carlisle into its arms, biting down on his arm and tearing off a chunk of flesh. The intense pain overcame Carlisle's fear. He pointed his pistol at the monster's head and pulled the trigger. The monster's head exploded like a watermelon, blood staining Carlisle's shirt. A sharp pain shot through his arm, telling him...

If he didn't leave this hellhole, he'd become their meal too. Carlisle quickly broke through the monsters' encirclement and ran out of the house. Carlisle hurried back the way he came, only to find Kevin gone. He saw a group of monsters gnawing on something on the ground not far from the police car. Carlisle saw Kevin's blood-stained badge. Fear gripped Carlisle again. His legs wouldn't obey him. Carlisle pinched his wound; a sharp pain dispelled the fear. He quickly ran back to his car, started the engine, and floored the accelerator, driving away from this hellhole…

Chapter 647 The Anomaly in the Main World (8)

"Damn it!" Carlisle pulled the trigger. The impact of the bullet knocked the monster down, and just as Carlisle was about to run out of the room, he felt a tearing pain in his calf. He turned around abruptly, and the monster was biting his leg. The intense pain caused Carlisle to lose his balance and fall to the ground. The monster took the opportunity to pin Carlisle down, its mouth, now only half a face, open wide. Carlisle's heart clenched, and he could almost see his own pale face and terrified expression reflected in the monster's eyes. Then, the monster bit down on Carlisle's neck.

"Ah!" Officer Carlisle suddenly woke up in the hospital bed, gasping for air. Fear made Carlisle's face contort. Carlisle's wife, Nancy, was overjoyed to see her husband wake up from his coma, but when she saw his empty and lifeless eyes, she became worried.

Carlisle touched his neck, finding no wound, and took a deep breath to steady his racing heart. He looked around and saw himself in a hospital gown, lying on a hospital bed. Beside him was his beloved wife, Nancy. Carlisle felt as if he were dreaming; there were no monsters, no terrifying rumors from the West District, just a nightmare from a cold. But the pain in his shoulder reminded him it wasn't a dream. "How long have I been asleep?" Carlisle asked. Nancy stroked his face and said, "Four days. I was so worried you wouldn't wake up."

Carlisle knew he might be the key to solving the West Side problem, and he immediately tried to get out of bed. Nancy stopped him, saying, "Carlisle, what are you doing? You're a patient now, not a sheriff."

Carlisle said, "Nancy, I know, but I need to report something very important to my superiors immediately." Nancy replied, "Nothing is more important than your health."

Carlisle yanked out his IV drip and said, "This concerns many lives, you know that?" Nancy looked into her husband's resolute eyes and said, "Okay." Carlisle took off his hospital gown, changed into his regular clothes, and went to the police station.

"What? You actually want me to conceal the facts about the West District?" Carlisle looked at the chief in disbelief. The chief said, "Sergeant Carlisle, this matter is beyond your jurisdiction. This is a top secret matter. Now that you're involved, you must abide by this agreement."

Carlyle said, "Is this how I'm going to start using my power? I don't accept it." The chief said, "You have to accept it, Carlyle. Do you know you're going against the government right now? You have no chance of winning."

Carlyle felt a chill; perhaps the government's darkness was more than what was on the surface. He rose from his chair and slowly walked out of the director's office. Before leaving, he suddenly asked without warning, "Did you know from the beginning?" The director remained silent, neither admitting nor denying. Perhaps Carlyle was still unwilling to give up, and smiled helplessly.

As Carlisle left the police station with his belongings, someone in the shadows said, "Target spotted. Move." Carlisle got into a taxi to go home, glancing at the police station and letting out a slight sigh. As the taxi crossed an intersection, another car suddenly changed lanes and accelerated rapidly, hurtling towards Carlisle's taxi. Bang! Carlisle felt himself spin several times in the air before losing consciousness.

Several days have passed since Officer Carlisle's attack. The public only knows that a plague-like disease, similar to a previous biohazard, has broken out in the West Side, but further details are scarce. The police station's entrance is blocked daily by large numbers of reporters. The police department claims that Officer Carlisle was on leave after the attack, but refuses to disclose his location or any other information about the West Side. The new police spokesperson is also struggling to cope. Hopefully, Officer Carlisle will return to duty soon.

"This is the Philadelphia Times, and I'm your host, Shanny. I'm currently in Philadelphia's West Side, and I'm going to take you through the lens to see what unspeakable secrets are going on in the West Side."