American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Philadelphia, a slum in the southern part of the city.

A police car and a black official car drove into the neighborhood one after the other and stopped at a gas station in the community center.

"This is the place!"

Two policemen got out of the police car, one was a woman in plain clothes, around 30 years old, with short hair and a capable face. Although the weather was still a bit hot, she was still wearing a neat suit.

Traces of firearms could be vaguely seen under her ribs, obviously a high-level agent.

The other policeman was much more serious, wearing a straight police uniform, with an equipment belt hanging around his waist, with a lot of odds and ends. He felt like a highway patrolman, but judging from the female agent's attitude towards him, the two should be about the same rank.

Four people in suits and leather shoes and wearing black墨镜 came down from the black official car.

Two of them were holding strange equipment, some like small sound receiving devices, and they were sweeping in all directions while listening carefully.

The other two were looking down at the information in their hands. The man with some hair loss was obviously the leader.

The other one, holding a gun and with a firm face, should be a standard combatant.

Judging from his posture when he stood there, he knew that this kid was a capable agent.

The female plainclothes officer was obviously sleep-deprived, with deep dark circles under her eyes, and said: "Since two weeks ago, murder cases have occurred here one after another. The murderer's methods are very cruel. He doesn't kill people randomly, and he has the habit of eating people.

Most of the corpses have traces of gnawing, and the laboratory's conclusion is that they were gnawed by rats.

That's just nonsense. If it was gnawed by rats, then this rat would have teeth three centimeters wide and be at least one meter tall overall.

How could there be such a huge rat in this world? It's a joke!"

The male policeman pulled her and continued seriously: "This case has a rather bad influence, so we have been holding on to it from the beginning.

A few days ago, there was no clue. The dead were all passers-by who came to refuel, from all over the state.

You know, this is a slum after all. In order to make some money, black people sometimes sell stolen oil here, and the price is much cheaper, so foreigners often come here to refuel.

However, after a week, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Perhaps due to the blockade of the scene, no passers-by passed by here anymore, so the dead became civilians living nearby.

Most of them are black people, but there are also a few Asians and some homeless people. In short, there are all kinds of people."

The male policeman was about to briefly introduce the nearby terrain and the clues he had found before.

The female agent pulled him and raised her eyebrows: "This matter is a big deal, but we applied for cooperation with the FBI. Can you say your department again?"

The man looking at the documents raised his head for the first time and said expressionlessly: "Highly confidential department. You wouldn't know even if I told you today. Why waste your breath?

All the documents are there, and every procedure is in compliance. Isn't it good to hand this tricky case over to us?

You are a beautiful girl, look at your dark circles, how long have you not rested? Is your relationship with your boyfriend getting colder and colder?

Take this opportunity to take a vacation, take a good bath, and have a long sleep! Make something delicious for yourself, and call your family or boyfriend to watch a movie.

Girl, you are still young, and there are still many days to come in the future. There is more to life than just work. Be good to yourself!"

After speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the information again.

The female agent was about to explode with anger after being taught a lesson for no reason without asking a question.

Who could bear this sentence?

Even if you know, can't you say it more tactfully?

The male policeman pulled her and shook his head: "But at least we need to know your name, right?"

"Just call me Nameless! Even if I tell you my name, you are not allowed to call it, so it's better to just call me Nameless!"

The male policeman said helplessly: "Okay, Mr. Nameless, I'll leave this place to you!"

He pulled the female agent and wanted to leave, but the female agent gritted her teeth and said: "I just want to know the truth!"

As soon as these words came out, the four men in black raised their heads at the same time.

The combatant who had been on guard next to him suddenly sighed and said gently: "Believe me, it's best not to know some things. At least, you can sleep well at night!"

At this time, a man in black suddenly pointed to the back of the gas station: "Found it, this direction!"

The combatant immediately led people over, took out special guns from their bodies, and looked very tense, as if they were going to the battlefield.

The black-clothed leader put away the documents, opened the trunk of the official car, and took out a long box and carried it on his back.

"You guys leave as soon as possible! The next thing is not something you can participate in!"

The male policeman's expression changed slightly, he nodded repeatedly, and pulled the female agent into the car.

The police car gradually drove away from the block.

Sitting in the passenger seat, the female agent was still a little unconvinced.

"I just want to know the truth!"

"I know!" The male policeman nodded.

The male policeman said in surprise: "Are you saying we are going to support spies?"

"Ugh!" The female agent lost her temper.

The male policeman couldn't help laughing and said: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore!"

He stopped the car by the side of the road, and under the curious gaze of the female agent, he took out a 30 cm high box from the trunk.

"What is this?"

"A tool for discovering the truth!"

The male policeman shook his head and slowly opened the box: "Sometimes, exploring the truth also requires methods!"

The female agent looked down and said in surprise: "Drone? You're really something, Bob!"

After speaking, she was about to grab the remote control!

"Don't worry, I borrowed this from the logistics department, and it took a lot of favors. Let me adjust it a little first!"

The two squatted on the street and fiddled for two or three minutes. As they pressed the start button, the four propellers of the drone quickly rotated, and the plane, carrying a high-definition camera, rushed straight into the sky.

The two leaned together in front of the monitor, operating the drone while searching for the gas station.