Hell's Kitchen, Golden and Mansion.

As the sky darkened, the silence was shattered by the sound of a few shrill sirens.

Outside the building, several police officers were pulling a cordon and surrounding the building behind them.

The shrill sirens attracted passers-by on the side of the road, who looked at the flashing lights and the cordon at the entrance of the building, and stopped, with curious expressions on their faces. A few bold guys even took out their mobile phones directly and began to shoot at the blockade.

Not long after, the reporters who heard the news surrounded the building on the inside and outside of the building.

"I'm sorry, let me go."

Sidis, a black policewoman with dreadlocks, squeezed through the crowd to the cordon, identified herself to the police officers in front of her, and then got into the cordon.

"How's it going, Rem?"

With a long sigh of relief, Sidex then asked her partner, who had arrived at the scene first.

"It's a little tricky."

Ream frowned, glanced at the hall inside the building, and whispered: "In short, the situation at the scene is complicated, and according to eyewitnesses on the side of the road, someone saw traces of members of the Defenders Alliance at the scene. ”

"Defenders."

Listening to her partner's answer, the expression on Sidis's face changed, and she couldn't help muttering to herself.

Sidis is no stranger to defenders.

"F***K," Coming to the building, Sidis looked at the chaotic hall like a typhoon, the rubble and ruins all over the ground, and couldn't help but curse secretly: "Even if it's a gang fight, it can't do it to this extent, these transcendentals, haven't they thought about the feelings of us ordinary people?" ”

In the eyes of ordinary people, superheroes are heroes and saviors worthy of worship, however, for the New York police, the so-called superheroes are actually another big trouble.

Sidis's boss, the NYPD chief George? On more than one occasion, Stacy has been attacked from above for the problems caused by superheroes. And the most recent one was on top of the trouble caused by Spider-Man.

Rubbing her aching head, Sidis's gaze withdrew from the exaggerated hole in the ground, and was immediately drawn to the charred corpse on the other side.

"Can you confirm the identity of this corpse?" Walking over to the coke and stopping, Sidis asked her partner behind her.

"I'm not sure yet, the medical examiner is on his way." Shaking his head, Ream crossed his waist to look at the corpse on the ground that seemed to shatter at the slightest touch, and whispered back.

Hearing her partner's reply, Sidis nodded slightly, and then returned her gaze to the corpse in front of her.

For some reason, she always felt that the corpse in front of her looked a little strange.

"What's wrong?"

Noticing Sidis's strange appearance, Ream couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you think this corpse looks a little out of place?"

"Discord?"

Hearing his partner's question, Ream's face made a puzzled expression.

"That's right."

Frowning and nodding, Siddez walked around the corpse, finally realizing what she felt strange. She turned her head, looked at Ream behind her, and blurted out, "Head, where is this charred corpse's head?" ”

……

"The central nervous system response in the brain is weak, and the brainwave response is gradually weakening......

Norway, inside a secret base.

Several figures in white hazmat suits and breathing masks are busy conducting experiments.

"No," he said, looking at the blackened head in the nutrient solution and the exposed brain connected to the data cable, "The neural response continues to decline, and even if the stimulation is increased, it can no longer respond to the external stress. ”

"Is the brain damage too severe?"

"No, as a vampire, even if you only have one head left, you shouldn't react so weakly."

"Could it be because the ripples also damage the brain structure, after all, the power of the ripples is close to the sunlight, and if it hits the brain, even a vampire will not be able to recover."

"If ripples hurt the head, then there's no way the brain will survive."

"Master Dior has ordered us to bring this head back to life, in case it ......"

"We've done our best, but."

Just when everyone in the laboratory was worried, a figure also wearing a laboratory uniform walked in: "You don't have to worry, Dr. Chen has improved the nutrient solution, and then you only need to move this head to the doctor's specially prepared nutrient solution, which should be able to solve the problem of the continuous weakening of brain waves in the brain." ”

"Great."

Everyone in the laboratory seemed to have great trust in Dr. Chen, and when they heard the figure's words, they immediately showed a happy expression.

"Thanks to Dr. Chen."

"I didn't expect Dr. Chen to help us."

The head in the nutrition chamber was methodically transferred to the nutrient solution prepared by Dr. Chen, and with the operation of everyone, the originally weakened brainwave response of the scorched head began to grow again.

At the same time, as the stimulation increases, the eyes with the head closed slowly open.

……

"Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky......"

On the streets of New York, Uncle Long, a doppelganger who plays the role of a Foundation containment expert, is grimacing a face and taking standard figure-eight steps, dodging the invisible attack behind him.

"What's going on?"

Passers-by, noticing the exaggerated movements of the doppelganger, couldn't help but glance behind him, but saw nothing.

"Hey, you guy, don't you have an eye!"

At this moment, a white fat man who couldn't dodge was hit by the doppelganger.

The white fat man staggered and fell on all fours, while the doppelganger [Uncle Long] relied on his dexterous movements to wave his arms and stand firm.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Stabilizing his body and looking at the white fat man who fell to the ground and couldn't stand up, the doppelganger [Uncle Long] hurriedly stepped forward to pull the other party up, and apologized at the same time.

"You thought an apology would be useful, damn ......"

Touching his buttocks, which had been injured from falling, the white fat man said with a ruthless face.

He rolled up his sleeves, intending to teach the blind guy in front of him a hard lesson, and his fist had just been swung.

The big nose on the opposite side dodged the fist with a flexible retraction, and then reached out and grabbed the big thick leg of the white fat man and pulled it forward, only to see the white fat man who finally stood up shook and fell to the ground again.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry now, and I'll definitely apologize to you the next time I meet."

Looking down at the white fat man who fell to the ground and wailing, the doppelganger [Uncle Long] issued a sincere apology, and then turned around without hesitation, bypassed the huge body that fell to the ground, and ran towards the other side of the street again.

"Damn yellowskin...... Don't let me see you again, or ......"

Looking at the figure of the doppelganger leaving in a hurry, the white fat man struggled to support his body, bowed his head and cursed.

However, before he could get back to his feet, a huge force came from behind him, causing him to stumble to the ground again, and his face was covered in blood.

He covered his face and looked up from the bleeding wound, intending to see which unsightly guy had stepped on him, but he didn't see anything, and there was no second person in front of him except for the back of the big nose that had already run away.

"What the hell?!"

Seeing this scene, the white fat man's originally angry expression was stunned for a moment, and then he shivered involuntarily.

……

"The target's figure?"

At one end of the New York street, Agent Phil stopped his steps and looked up at the pedestrians in front of him.

He pinched his ear and asked in a low voice.

"It's coming towards you."

Inside the headset, the voice of Skye, a member of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agent team, came over.

After reporting the location of the target, Skye hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you sure you don't need more people to act with you, Phil?" ”

"No, it's just a simple contact mission, and it doesn't require combat."

Hearing Agent Skye's inquiry, Agent Phil shook his head slightly.

"Here we are."

Whispering a reply to Skye on the other side, Agent Phil's eyes were quickly drawn to the commotion on the other side of the street.

He looked over and saw a familiar figure running in his direction.

"Hello Mr. Long, I used to ...... you before"

Hooking the corners of his mouth into a standard smile, Agent Phil introduced himself as he looked at the approaching Foundation containment specialists and introduced himself with a kind expression on his face.

“……”

[Legend from Phil Coulson +50]

However, in the next second, the expression on Agent Phil's face froze.

Because, in the face of his kind greeting, the doppelganger [Uncle Long] on the opposite side did not pause at all, and directly crossed over to him.

Just like that, he passed by and ran away for dozens of meters, and then the clone stopped his steps, ran around the corner and ran back in front of Agent Phil, and asked the leader of the agent team with a stiff expression: "I remember you, you are the agent before." ”

"That's right, Mr. Long......"

Seeing the doppelganger running back again, Agent Phil breathed a sigh of relief, glad that at least he didn't need to catch up with him again, and restrained the smile on his face, Agent Phil opened his mouth and was about to say something.

I saw that the containment expert on the other side waved his hand and directly interrupted the second half of his words: "Stop, now is not a good time to say hello." ”

As he spoke, the clone glanced back in the direction he was running from: "That guy, I'm going to catch up soon." ”

"That guy?"

Hearing the doppelganger's words, Agent Phil's face showed a puzzled expression quite cooperatively: "Mr. Long, what you said ......"

"Be careful!"

However, before Agent Phil's question could be asked.

The doppelganger [Uncle Long] standing in front of him suddenly pounced, and directly threw him to the ground.

Coming into contact with a defenseless back and hard ground is not a good experience. However, as a professional agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Phil's combat quality will definitely not be low, he did not ask why this containment expert from the Foundation knocked the expert down, but directly took out his weapon and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Long, what kind of containment is this time." ”

"The Invisible Man."

Agent Phil was so cooperative in making an inquiry, and the clone naturally began to introduce him unceremoniously: "I found traces of the other party in the basement of an abandoned old house that is rumored to be haunted, although I didn't find the rumored ghost, but I found a stealth guy. ”

[Legend from Phil Coulson: +105]

The Invisible Man, an existence from science fiction, suddenly appeared in front of him, and even Agent Phil, who was a professional agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Agent Phil continued to ask, "Can't communicate?" ”

Theoretically, invisible people are also human beings and should have the possibility of being able to communicate.

"Nope."

However, the doppelganger's answer shattered the hope that Agent Phil had kept.

"I also tried to communicate, but the other party seems to have completely developed a mental state due to the relationship of being trapped in the basement for too long, has a serious tendency to violent aggression, and refuses to communicate. Of course, another possibility cannot be ruled out, that is, the other party is not a human ...... at all."

"Not human?" Hearing this, Agent Phil cooperated with a look of surprise.

"That's right," nodded, and the doppelganger continued to throw out the setting: "In fact, the reason why I call the other party 'invisible man' is just the name I gave based on my own cognition and the appearance of the other party. It doesn't mean that the other party is really the so-called 'invisible man', maybe, he may be another creature unknown to us, or simply an alien, like the alien in the New York War. ”

"The capabilities of the containment objects and the background are all strange, not to mention me, the containment expert, even the Foundation can't figure it all out."

Hmmm-

As the words of the doppelganger [Uncle Long] fell, a sharp sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded from the two of them.

Agent Phil instinctively moved to the side, pulling the trigger in the direction from which the sound was coming from.

Dark blue laser rays shot from the gun in his hand, leaving a crater in the ground emitting white smoke.

"Knives?"

Looking down, he glanced at the conspicuous knife cut on his suit, and Agent Phil's expression was solemn.

"The Invisible Man seems to hide his weapon through his body, and only shows his mark at the moment of attack."

Turning his steps carefully, as little as possible not to show flaws, the doppelganger [Uncle Long]'s gaze swept over the knife edge on Agent Fair's suit, and said in a deep voice.

"This kind of attack is not something that ordinary people can do."

Originally, Agent Phil thought that he was only dealing with a human with invisible abilities, but now it seems that it may not be a real human, as the containment experts say.

"Otherwise, why do you think I ran away just now?"

Hearing Agent Phil's words, the doppelganger [Uncle Long] replied with a bitter face.