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The cops in Hell's Kitchen are old cops, and they're no longer surprised by everything that's going on in this place.

Except for some of the unlucky ones who were assigned here as soon as they graduated.

The most important reason why the old cops are here is that they know when to intervene in the gangsters, only then they can't be caught up and kill a group of their colleagues for no reason.

But what happened in Hell's Kitchen today was obviously a little different, there were no gunshots, no heavy fire, only a few sounds that were probably supposed to be car accidents.

At first, they thought it was the boss of the house who had hired someone to deal with their opponents, after all, what caused a car accident was the simplest murder.

But logically speaking, Hell's Kitchen should have calmed down now, but you can still hear people screaming not far away, which is obviously not a normal thing.

Hurriedly started the car and sounded their siren, they were now going to see what was going on there.

As soon as they arrived, it was almost as they thought it would be, surrounded by signs of a car accident, but it was clear that something had happened here after that. The screaming sound came from the side alley, and as soon as a younger police officer entered, he turned back and came out again, holding on to the wall next to him, and vomited, even wanting to vomit his stomach.

The old police officer looked at him and shook his head, obviously dissatisfied with his state. What hasn't you seen as a cop in Hell's Kitchen? It's really not nice to be made like this by a corpse.

"I'll apply to the top to get you out of this place, you're not fit in Hell's Kitchen." The old police officer glanced coldly at the young man who was still vomiting on the side, and walked into the alley with an expressionless face.

But even if he considered himself a seasoned Hell's Kitchen cop, he couldn't help but be shocked by what he was seeing.

“Holy shit！” The old policeman lifted the brim of his hat, and on the ground was a corpse that had been cut in half, and a stall that he had judged based on his experience that it should be a human body burned.

The old police officer has seen all kinds of tragedies in Hell's Kitchen can be said to be endless, but it is also the first time that someone dares to directly burn people's bodies in public.

This simply does not take them as police officers into account, and is completely a provocation to the NYPD!

Even though it happened in Hell's Kitchen, there was no way to get them to deny that it was a terrible murder case, enough to shock the whole of America.

At least for now, let them do their duties as a police officer.

Just as the old police officer was about to report this terrible case, a completely different siren sounded, and a platoon of Chevrolet Saab classes had already arrived.

The old police officer's original idea of continuing to report to the higher was also put down for a while.

He knew that this case could not be the sole domain of their NYPD, and those spoilers were coming.

"FBI, thank you for your cooperation." A group of guys in finished suits are constantly showing their IDs, and by the way, the surrounding environment is cordoned off to ensure that no one will come to disturb them.

And some black suits have already begun to inquire about the people around them, and have begun to collect evidence.

As soon as the old police officer stepped forward to ask about their duties, a black suit had already walked up to him, holding the same thing the old police officer wanted to see, an FBI ID.

"I'm sorry, this is an extremely bad rogue, we've been tracking that guy, and it's clear that we're late." Looking at the tragic situation in the alley, the man smiled and said, "I'm Coulson, you can call me Agent Coulson." ”

"Huh?" The old constable just took it and looked at it, and returned the document to Coulson.

In his years as a police officer, he has seen a lot of FBI, and for him, documents don't mean anything in the strict sense. Whether it's the CIA or any other department, when dealing with something, it will always borrow the name of the FBI.

Of course, this kind of thing is generally not something that a small police officer like them can handle.

After so many years in Hell's Kitchen, he learned the behavior that life needs most is not to do something, but not to do it.

Say less and be wrong, and say more and be wrong.

Hell's Kitchen, it's better not to say good.

"Then this is yours." The old police officer beckoned to the newcomer who had vomited dimly on the side, and when he saw that the guy could barely walk up straight, the old police officer directly lifted the newcomer and threw it in the co-pilot's seat, "You should be transferred." ”

Coulson looked at the police car slowly moving away, and his smiling face also turned cold, and he walked quickly to the alley to check all the traces.

There was no difference from what he thought, the wounds on the corpse of the gangster left here were indeed the same wounds that Obadiah had left when he died.

High temperature, instantly scorched, extremely sharp, cut in an instant...

"Who the hell are you?" Coulson muttered to himself with a solemn gaze.

And the guys who originally collected evidence also returned to Coulson's side.

"Sir, this is the portrait." An agent gathered information from passers-by into the portrait in his possession.

For the portrait in the agent's hand, Coulson didn't know what to say for a while.

It's not a well-known comic book character, but at least for someone like Coulson who occasionally looks at comics, it's not a very difficult image to recognize.

"That is, a supergirl fell from the sky and killed three, if you include the driver who died in the car accident, it is four." Coulson said to his agent.

The agent didn't know what to say now, after all, this was his own portrait based on the accounts of witnesses around him, and that's what they said.

"Okay, I see." Coulson doesn't have any problems, and now the dead guy inside was indeed directly cut by a high-temperature energy weapon, which is indeed very similar to Superman's so-called heat sight.

However, further research is needed.

Although after entering S.H.I.E.L.D., he has already understood that there are always some guys in this world who are incredible, but is it a little too unbelievable to have such a thing as a Kryptonian?

What's more, where to find Kryptonite, or Batman?

Maybe Stark is a good choice, but no matter how you think about it, he and Batman can't get along.

Whether it's personality or anything else, the only thing that can be regarded as the same is that both guys are very rich.

"By the way, sir, someone heard a slain old woman say a title, as if it were some kind of hammer..."

“Hammer？” Coulson muttered the word softly, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he seemed to have figured out something, put the painting in his hand in the agent's hand, and walked directly to his car, "It's not a hammer, but it's a real murderer." ”

"Sir!" The agent still didn't understand what Coulson meant, but he had already seen that his commander had already driven away.

For Coulson, the most important thing now is to report his findings to his director, which will likely help them unravel why Obadiah died in the Middle East.

A superhuman with no scruples at all, an unstable element with absolute power, and maybe even a madman, a psycho.

It will have a completely unpredictable impact on the whole world!

Coulson had completely ignored all the traffic lights and frantically headed towards the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D.

He didn't know if the characters from the comics had actually come to the real world, or if they were just a similar guy, but he knew that if they did, the world would probably have a lot more disaster than they thought.

Even now he had no way of knowing what the man was watching him from the heights he couldn't see, listening to every word he said. It's like a nuclear bomb that will fall at any time, you can only gamble and bet that it won't fall.

At this moment, Coulson really realized why Batman had to be wary and planned for all superpowers.

Even if there is only a 1.1 percent chance that they will betray goodness and justice, then they will be the greatest danger to the entire human society.

But who would dare to gamble? There is no way to make people believe in gambling on kindness and justice.

People can't trust people who are human beings like themselves, so how can they easily believe in an alien? It is said that human nature is the most untested thing, so what about the human nature of aliens, there is no way to test it.

Coulson, who was racing a car, also called the New York City Department in time, lest one or two traffic police officers suddenly appear and stop him here. He can pay a fine or any money he lost for the crash, but the only thing he can't wait for is to pass the news on to his own chief.

As for why he didn't talk on the phone, tell the director of his own office, if Coulson remembers correctly, the current director of his own bureau should be in a meeting with the World Security Council.

What's more, it is estimated that only the branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. can bring him a sense of security.

But in fact, Coulson was completely overthinking, and now Kara was not watching his so-called crime scene from high in the sky, but had come to the top floor of the United Construction Company, where a person was waiting for him.

More accurately, I was about to go to him.