American comics: Past life exposed, I build a foundation

"WTF, WTF, WTF? This is···Ouch~What the hell is this!"

"Damn it, he, he, he, he's integrated into the wall?"

"It's so scary. Is this space distortion?"

"God, how can we continue this mission?"

Everyone in the live broadcast room was heartbroken when they saw such a shocking scene.

SHIELD.

Natasha's face turned pale:"Damn it, is this task possible for humans?"

Nick Fury sighed:"Isn't this the daily life of the Mobile Task Force?"

Go to the most threatening places and deal with the most terrifying existences.···

Mobile Task Force seems to be born to deal with death.

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"vomit~FK！F！！！！！K！！！！"Houston collapsed to the ground.

Jack muttered softly in a daze.

Lin Lang looked at Ross, who was looking downcast:"Captain, we lost Noah, he's in the wall. Do you want to continue?"

There was a silence in response to him.

Site Command:"Team, you have to know that returning to the ground will be more dangerous than continuing the mission."

Ross grabbed his hair,"I-how do I know. I have no way of knowing what is here. Everything that happens here is so unbelievable. , I don't even know if we can go back. No team made it back alive, right?"

He was obviously stoked by Noah's death.

Coupled with this weird place and the endless dangers, Ross's mood was a little wrong.

Site Command:"···Yes."

Ross was silent.

He looked at Jack, who stood up silently, then at Houston, whose eyes were getting tougher, and finally at Lin Lang, whose eyes were calm. He seemed to have made some determination.

"To be honest, whatever happened here couldn't be worse than what we saw on the way back, it made no difference at the end of the day."He paused:

"Anyway, let's keep going."

Site Command:"Yes, if you achieve your goal, we will prepare another team to respond, which will take about four hours.

Ross smiled dejectedly and said,"Send another team?" What idiots are willing to come here and die?"

"Reincarnation. Ross paused and forced a smile:"Okay, it sounds cool, I know.""

After that, he looked at Lin Lang and the others, nodded, and the four of them continued to move forward.

The team continued to move forward for a while, without any obstruction.

They passed several areas, including the ransacked infirmary, which was integrated into the slag. The cafeteria, and the wing of the containment unit marked"Olympia level" with a depth of no less than 100 meters.

Finally, several people arrived in a room, which seemed to be a telecommunications room, with an open electronic screen on the wall.

Ross walked at the front:"Calm down, everyone , search this room to see if there is anything useful above"

"These terminals are powered on and I will collect information."Houston started to operate.

Zizzi~

There was a sound similar to wireless noise from the other end of the room. Lin Lang and Jack walked towards the electronic screen.

Jack looked around and wondered:"Is it surveillance or video?"

At this moment, the screen flashed.

A standard containment unit appeared on the screen, although it did not contain any comfortable equipment or items.

The red light behind the camera lit up, illuminating the dim space, and a long humanoid figure was curled up in the corner.

"Wait, what is this?"

Houston walked over following the sound, and when he saw the screen, his face was shocked:"This is Barber the Clown."

While mentioning the name, the human figure in the corner looked towards the camera.

It actually spoke:"What? What are you going to do? Who are you? Ross frowned:"Christ - my name is Ephraim Ross, I am an agent - wait, who are you?""

At this time, everyone clearly saw that the human figure moved sideways.

More parts emerged from the darkness.

Red light illuminated its eyes, a pair of clown-like eyes.

Then it said in a weird voice:"Mmmmm... you It's different, you smell different, you know I can smell you, even here?

Ross frowned:"You are Barber the Clown, right?""

Da da~

The human figure slowly passed through the containment unit and left the range illuminated by the red light. It gradually approached the camera unsteadily.

This picture looked so weird, and the audience in the live broadcast room even had their hearts in their throats. Son.

I am afraid that this guy is another containment object infected by life memes or distorted by space.

But fortunately, although its behavior is a bit weird, it seems that it can still communicate

"When I was a Barber they gave me a number, but your friend he didn't like the number and said we were equal to the number. Mmmmmmmmmmm... I'm not Barber, but I was Barber."

Clown Barber said some inexplicable words, and then looked at the camera:"You shouldn't be here, man, you don't fit in with the atmosphere here, you are in the wrong place, like me, like us. Ross frowned. He seemed to think this conversation was meaningless.

But he still asked:"Um, what happened here?""

"Dad Emerson played a tricky little game with cosmic rays, wandering through them as if on a tightrope, and was stunned when he fell."Barber the clown laughed and lowered his voice,

"The mischievous little Emerson not only wants the box, no, no, no, he wants the box to be filled with thoughts, such as pain, fear, and death.

At the end, he held his stomach and laughed as he said:"He worked so hard to pile these boxes on his line and he messed up the whole thing, and we all went down with him." Hahahaha~"

Ross suppressed his impatience and asked again:"How many entities are there here? What else do you know?"

"How many, hee hee hee, how many entities have been devoured by Site-13?"Clown Barber showed a signature clown smile:

"You stupid, unsociable little boy, stupid kid, everything came to Site-13. If discovered by the Foundation, if caught by the Alliance, they will be sent to this meat grinder, everything!"

"If there is no benefit, he will use us as fertilizer. Some are lucky. Barber was lucky enough to be thrown into a fun box to play with and experiment on, to see what sounds we would make when we were worse off than dead. But not everyone is so lucky."

At this point, Clown Barber paused:"They burned the library, spilling the contents everywhere like a soup can, burning the whole place. They also did other, worse things. Emerson's father likes it. He always looks on and enjoys it."