A prince from a certain American comic book

The FBI agent stood up, smiled at the sheriff, and said, "I'm sorry, I may be being too blunt, but this is the truth. Otherwise, you wouldn't just be a county sheriff, and I wouldn't be an FBI agent. This is the governor of Maryland's authorization letter. In cases of serial killings, the FBI has 100% priority."

County Sheriff: "..."

After half an hour.

The federal agent walked out of the police station and got into the FBI command vehicle parked on the side of the road.

inside the car.

Two of Ike's best friends were sitting there.

There was no blind Nick Fury, and there was also Phil Coulson, who had been in the industry for less than two years.

The detective, however, was less arrogant than he had been at the police station. Instead, he addressed Nick Fury, who was seated at the head of the table, saying, "Boss, the county sheriff's office has been ruled out."

Meanwhile, Nick, with his dark complexion, nodded with a gloomy expression.

Without him.

It's just empathy.

Seeing this, Coulson waved to the fake FBI agent. After the agent got out of the car, Coulson turned to his boss, Nick Fury, and said, "Boss, should we secretly arrest the people on that list we found at the Armitage house?"

Nick snapped out of his daze and nodded.

Coulson then said, "There were two survivors at the scene of the rescue: a child who had been hit by a car and suffered amnesia, and a photographer living in New York. However, the photographer was not in good mental condition and probably could not find any useful clues."

Nick's mind replayed the videotape that had been handed to him, and he said in a deep voice, "The devil is among us."

Nick's double entendre left Coulson speechless.

……

P.S.: I can't go into too much detail about demons to avoid attracting the attention of censors. The controversy hasn't died down yet, so it's better to play it safe... I'd like to chat with more like-minded people about "The Prince of a Certain American Comic Book".

Chapter 028: Nick and Coulson Get Roasted

The atmosphere inside the command vehicle was somewhat strange.

quite a while.

Nick Fury snapped out of his reverie and said to Coulson, who was sitting silently beside him with his head down, "Let's go to the hospital first."

Coulson breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded.

He then instructed the driver in the cab to change the destination via walkie-talkie.

Caroline County is a small county; it only takes about ten minutes to get from the county sheriff's office to the county's only hospital.

Nick, who had stepped out of the command vehicle and was now wearing the trendy black sunglasses, said in a more serious tone, "Has the mutant office notified us to come?"

Coulson replied from behind, "I've informed him that Hank McCoy should be able to get here today."

Nick nodded and walked into the hospital without saying anything more.

Society currently only discriminates against mutants, and is far from reaching the point of hatred. In addition, with the help of that wealthy mutant professor in New York, a mutant office has been created that is only used by a certain class to handle various matters concerning mutants.

Not long after.

Still on the third floor, still in the same ward.

Just as Ike was struggling with how to recall his memories, he saw two familiar faces through the doors and windows.

How did they get here?

Ike was stunned for a moment.

next second.

Just as the ward door was about to be pushed open, in that split second, Ike suddenly had a brilliant idea.

squeak.

The ward door opened.

"what……"

Before they could even get a clear look at the ward, they suddenly heard screams coming from inside. Nick and Coulson immediately pulled up their shirts, drew their sidearms from their waists, and looked into the ward with serious expressions.

On the hospital bed, Ike was clutching his head and wailing; the piercing screams were coming from Ike.

Nick and Coulson exchanged glances.

Nurse Mi, who was walking behind and preparing to go inside to get the treatment cart, glanced disdainfully at the pistols in Nick and Coulson's hands and said loudly, "What are you doing? What are you doing? This is a hospital, do you think this is your home?"

Nick and Coulson: "..."

Not long after.

Nick and Coulson, looking grim, were ushered out of the ward by the arriving doctors and Claire from the child protection agency.

Coulson peered through the window at Ike, who was receiving treatment inside, and opened his mouth to ask, "Boss, is that kid...?"

"Ah."

“But…” Coulson said, somewhat puzzled, “Shouldn’t that little guy be in West Virginia? How did he end up here in Maryland?”

Nick took off his sunglasses, blew on them, and looked up, his expression unreadable, saying, "It's obvious there's a big problem here."

Coulson looked up at Nick.

Nick said, "Let's contact the nunnery that adopted this little guy and see what's going on."

Coulson nodded and beckoned to an agent standing not far away, giving him instructions.

After receiving the order, the agent walked outside without saying a word.

quite a while.

The ward door was pushed open again, and the doctor and the young and beautiful nurse, Mi, who had just been arguing with them, came out.

The doctor instructed Nurse Mi, "The patient's condition is very unstable right now, so prepare more sedatives."

Nurse Mi nodded, glanced at Coulson and Nick outside with Wood, and said to the doctor, "Doctor, where are these two bystanders?"

The doctor said, "Follow the instructions of the child protection agency investigators."

Nurse Mi nodded.

Then.

Coulson and Nick, who had become mere bystanders in the nurses' eyes, fell silent as they looked at the child protection agency agents blocking the ward door.

No matter which law enforcement agency it is, they will feel apprehensive when dealing with minors. It's not that they are apprehensive about the minors themselves, but rather about the enormous force behind them.

Child protection agencies don't care which law enforcement agency you are.

Therefore, Coulson and Nick could only watch helplessly as Ike sat on the bed with his arms wrapped around his knees, looking so pitiful and helpless, through the window...

Ten minutes later.

The agent who went to contact Sister Charlotte has returned.

The agent said to Nick and Coulson, "Captain, Sister Charlotte returned to the Vatican by plane five days ago in response to the Holy See's summons."

Nick frowned. "What about the children?"

The agent shook his head and said, "Without the accompaniment of child protection agencies, the welfare homes and foster families that accept those children refuse to speak to us."

Nick: "..."

Coulson chimed in, "Then go find a child protection agency."

Before the agent could reply, Nick shook his head and said, "Child protection agencies are best at protecting children. Don't expect them to cooperate."

This time it was Coulson's turn to remain silent.

Not long after.

The ward door opened, and Investigator Claire came out. After giving a few instructions to the children's agency agents stationed at the door, she prepared to leave.

Claire was stopped by Coulson and Nick.

After showing his identification, Coulson went straight to the point with Claire: "Ms. Hale, I know the child inside."

Claire looked up at Coulson.

Coulson recounted what he knew about Ike's tragic past, then said to Claire, "We'd like to go in and find out how this Ike Adair got all the way from West Virginia to Maryland."

Claire shook her head and refused, saying, "No, Ike's mental state is very bad right now. In fact, Ike has already remembered everything you just said. I have already notified the department to arrange for a psychologist to come over. He is not suitable to face any questioning right now. I'm sorry."

Colson was about to say something more.

Nick, who was standing next to Coulson, grabbed him and smiled, saying to Claire, "Then we'll wait a while before coming back."

Claire nodded and walked past Nick and Coulson, once again demonstrating that child protection agencies were not afraid of any law enforcement agency.

It was afternoon.

Hank McCoy, a mutant and head of the mutant office who came all the way from Washington, D.C., with the same vibrant colors as Talking Tom, was invited by Nick and Coulson to the window of Ike's hospital room.

Hank McCoy said helplessly, "You want me to tell you whether this little guy is a mutant just by looking at him?"

Nick and Coulson nodded.

Hank McCoy looked at the two of them with an expression of utter disdain and said irritably, "My mutant ability is beast-like senses and a strong physique, not the ability to tell at a glance whether someone is a mutant or not."

Colson added, "This child was in West Virginia two months ago, but now he's suddenly in Maryland. It's suspicious, and we want to confirm it."

Hank McCoy glanced at Coulson, who had said those words, and then silently turned and left.

Two idiots.

Just because of this? To determine whether someone is a mutant?

You've lost your mind.

Hank McCoy was too tired to continue talking to these two dim-witted FBI agents.

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Chapter 029: Follow-up Plans Launched (Seeking Recommendations)

"Ike, you're safe now."

"I assure you."

"You're safe."