I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

The night wind blew through the corn bushes, making a rattling sound. Under the night, there seemed to be countless dark shadows hidden in the corn bushes as tall as a person.

The militants drove and formed a circle around the small building to form a simple line of defense. Set up the gun and carefully aim at the cornfield not far away.

Two snipers who came to the top of the building were condescendingly observing everything below.

After a long time, a sniper pressed the earphone in the ear hole and reported softly: "Head, nothing unusual."

"I saw with my own eyes that they dragged a brother into the cornfield." Ferry yelled viciously while grabbing the walkie-talkie, "Keep your eyes wide open, who knows how many people are hiding in the cornfield."

Hearing the roar in the earphone, the sniper subconsciously pulled the earphone away from his ear, and after Ferry finished roaring, he quickly replied: "Don't worry, head, we are watching."

Just after yelling at the sniper here, another walkie-talkie next to him suddenly made a harsh noise: "Boss, help...help, boss..."

It was the group responsible for guarding the pontoon bridge.

Ferry's expression changed, and he picked up the walkie-talkie and said anxiously, "Loken, what's the matter?"

There were only the man's heavy panting and almost non-stop gunshots on the intercom. After a while, the call was cut off with a scream.

"Fack, Fake, Fake..." Ferry almost dropped the walkie-talkie, and immediately contacted the sniper, "Taylor, what's going on over the bridge?"

"Hmm...head, the light over there is off...but it's dark, and there seems to be no sign of movement." The sniper hesitated, "head, do you need to send someone over to investigate?"

Ferry was a little crazy. In order to protect the only escape route for his people, he left two modified pickups and five fully armed elites on the pontoon bridge.

Just as he was about to order someone to check it out, the sniper on the roof suddenly exclaimed: "God, what is that?"

Ferry didn't care about protecting himself anymore, he rushed to the roof of the building quickly, and lay down next to the sniper: "What did you find, did someone from us show up?"

The sniper named Taylor gave up his position with a pale face, and motioned Ferry to look at the scope on the sniper rifle. Although the night vision binoculars in Ferry's hand were also very high-end, this kind of professional sniper scope was still far inferior.

Ferry didn't talk nonsense, he just leaned over, and then he took a look, and then took a breath: "Water Malefake?"

In the high-magnification night vision scope, Ferry clearly saw a huge monster moving slowly in the darkness in the distance. Although the specific appearance of the monster could not be seen clearly due to the distance and the darkness, it could be roughly discerned that it was a large spider with more than a dozen legs.

Before Ferry could wake up from what he had seen, the walkie-talkie strapped to his waist suddenly uttered an exclamation: "Head, those cornfields... seem to be moving."

Ferry gave a chill, shook his head vigorously, leaned in front of the scope again, looked at the monster wriggling in the dark, and then picked up the walkie-talkie through gritted teeth: "What cornfield is moving, what do you mean?"

"Head, look at the road we rolled out in the cornfield," the voice on the intercom trembled, "The corn on both sides of the road is now in the middle, and the road is much narrower than before."

Ferry didn't need the scope on the sniper rifle this time, and directly used his night vision binoculars to look downstairs. He soon discovered that something was wrong. His subordinates were right in reporting that the road pushed out by bulldozers and other large machinery had indeed narrowed at this time.

For example, the bulldozer that was originally parked on the side of the road has now been engulfed by the cornfield.

"The corn is moving?" Ferry felt the back of his head whizzing. "They want to block the road and trap us in it?"

Whether Ferry believed his eyes or not,

But he, who has experienced many battles, knows very well that he can no longer be trapped here. Regardless of whether it was a person or a monster hiding in the cornfield, he had to leave. Otherwise, once the cornfield closed the surrounding area, let alone rescue Young Master Edmund, he might have to get in too.

"Kula, take four brothers to the bridge and eliminate any suspicious targets," Ferry added, remembering the shape of the monster, "Remember to bring the bazooka, there may be a big guy on the opposite side."

"Kary, you stay here for cover. Taylor, get in the car with the rest of the people and rush out with me!"

Following Ferry's order, his panic-stricken subordinates began to move quickly.

A company of modified pickup trucks roared and rushed towards the pontoon bridge. The rest of the people sat in other cars, led by an SUV that had also been modified, roaring towards the road that had been half-swallowed by the cornfield.

The long corn leaves, like a hand stretched out to stop, slapped the car body. Ferry was horrified to find that the leaves, which should be very fragile compared to the iron sheet, actually left shallow scratches on the car body and windows.

It seemed that those outside were not corn leaves at all, but sharp little blades.

Ferry couldn't imagine what would happen to his people if they broke into the cornfield on foot without a car.

Perhaps because of the sudden intrusion of the convoy, the corn field suddenly made a sound like a rainstorm, and the speed of moving to the road was also significantly accelerated.

Ferry also noticed it immediately, and hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Kary, what's the situation inside?"

The signal was interfered by unknown, the voice in the walkie-talkie was faintly visible, and there was a crackling noise: "...Hold on...Damn it...Be careful, it's straw..."

The harsh electronic noise of "squeaks" sounded, forcing Ferry to turn off the walkie-talkie. Taylor, who was in charge of driving, felt heavy. He knew very well that Kari, his comrade-in-arms and good friend, was probably in danger.

Sure enough, a moment later, several loud explosions sounded. Although the fireballs rising in the distance could not be seen due to the occlusion of the corn, but these elite killers could all hear the sound of the bazooka exploding.

Ferry squinted, tapping his fingers lightly on the intercom. It seems that the people who went to the other side of the pontoon bridge had already encountered the monster and even used the bazooka.

It's just that I don't know what the situation is, whether the monster has been wiped out.

While he was thinking, the leading SUV of the convoy had already rushed out of the cornfield and onto the dirt road outside. By the time the last car rushed out, the cornfield had completely closed, and there was no way to see a road pushed by a bulldozer.

Looking at the still rattling cornfield, Ferry felt chills in his heart: "Come on, let's go to town."

Looking at Taylor's puzzled eyes, Ferry gritted his teeth and said, "Things have changed, we have to change our plan. Occupy the town, collect weapons and vehicles, and after we meet up with the young master, we will start with heavy vehicles and resume the battle in the corn field." Create a path."

"If it doesn't work in the end, we can use those people in the town as hostages to coerce the US government into providing us with helicopters."