I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

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"Hey, team leader, where are you now?"

After asking such a sentence, Peter wanted to slap himself. Besides being in the hospital, where else can the team leader go?

"I'm riding a horse!"

Xie Lun's angry voice came from the phone.

"Yeah...huh?" Peter frowned suspiciously, "Aren't you in the hospital, leader? Why are you riding a horse again..."

Peter's voice was getting quieter, because he heard a strange voice on the other side getting louder. The voice seemed to come out with the mouth covered, accompanied by a certain rhythm, and as time went on, the rhythm became faster, and the pitch of the voice became higher and higher, and finally it was uncontrollable, and a high-pitched sound came out. woman screaming.

"...ah... oh my god..."

Following the scream, there was a rushing sound soon, and this sound was obviously completely different from the scream.

Peter didn't speak, and hung up the phone silently.

He is no longer the first brother. Since he met Victoria, he has also gone through the process of being young and shy, and he is very familiar with the voice on the other side.

It's just... the team leader is the team leader, and they are both at the same time.

Thinking about the beautiful big sisters raised at home, Peter felt extremely envious for a while.

Of course, he was also envious. If he dared to go out to steal food, let alone others, the old-fashioned Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben would break his own leg first.

Peter glanced back, huh? What about the transforming robot? Why didn't you catch up?

Is it because I ran so fast that the other party lost it?

Falk, if I knew this, I wouldn't fight him just now.

Panting, Peter jumped off the roof of a building, wrapped Connor and sat down in the corner, panting heavily.

As for Connor, after going through the "roller coaster" once, he was somewhat immune to it again. Although his face was also pale, at least he didn't spit it out.

rested for a long time,

Peter leaned on the wall, stood up tremblingly, and asked Connor, "Son, where do you live? I'll take you home."

"Go home?" Connor suddenly remembered something, and said anxiously, "By the way, if they can't catch me, they will definitely go to the place where I live to find me. My adoptive parents are in danger."

"Adoptive parents?" Peter asked in surprise, "You...are an orphan?"

Connor shook his head, then nodded again, and said in a heavy tone: "My father died a long time ago, and my mother...is in a mental hospital, and I am now assigned to a foster family by the Children's Aid Station. "

Peter, whose parents also died, felt a little sympathetic for a while when he heard Connor's words. I am better than others, at least Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben regard me as their own child. But looking at the child's appearance and listening to his tone of voice, it is obvious that his life in the foster family should not be good.

Peter knelt down, reached out and touched the top of Connor's head, and said in a deep voice, "We'll call your adoptive parents to leave, and then arrange for the police to ambush them."

Connor's eyes lit up, is that okay?

"Of course." Peter took out his mobile phone and handed it to Connor, "Call your adoptive parents now."

Connor took the phone and quickly called. The phone was connected soon, and a tired woman's voice came from the opposite side: "Hi, this is the Gates' house... Connor? Where are you now? Do you know how long we have been looking for you? Are you now Get back to me immediately!"

Connor let go of the phone far away, and waited until the scolding disappeared, before he said angrily: "Wait a minute, NIA agents are looking for you."

"Agent?"

Before Mrs. Gate could react, Peter answered the phone and said in a deep voice, "I am an NIA agent. You are in danger now. Please leave your residence immediately and go to the nearest police station."

"Hehe," Mrs. Gate laughed disdainfully, "Boy, I'm a little too young to play with my old lady. The voice is so young, and the hair on the bottom has not yet grown up. How dare you pretend to be an NIA agent? I think you are Tired of living."

"Tell Connor that if he doesn't come back in an hour, then never come back!"

After finishing speaking, before Peter could speak, she hung up the phone.

Listening to the blind voice coming from the phone, Peter blinked, and looked at Connor suspiciously: "Does my voice sound like an NIA agent?"

"It's not just the sound, you have problems with your whole body, okay? Which NIA agent wears tights like you."

Connor muttered something in his heart, forced a smile and said, "Don't take it to heart, that's the fault of Gate and his wife. Don't say you call, even if the police really come to the door, they are also very rude."

Peter curled his lips and said, "Forget it, I'd better send a letter to the rest of the group first."

Just as Peter called Sam and Tina to report the incident, the doorbell of Gate's house rang.

"Who is here at this time?"

Mrs. Gate muttered and opened the door angrily, only to see a police officer standing at the door.

"Hello, may I ask... Does John Connor live here?"

the police officer asked with a smile.

Mrs. Gate looked at the other party vigilantly, stretched out her hand to grab the door frame, and said coldly: "Did that brat get into some trouble again? Tell you, he is only staying here temporarily. No matter what mistakes he made, he will be with us." It doesn't matter."

The policeman smiled: "Can you go in and talk?"

Mrs. Gate hesitated for a moment. Looking at the other party's smiling but cold eyes and the pistol on her waist, she finally gave up and obediently opened the door.

In the park where Peter and T1000 fought, more than a dozen police officers surrounded them vigilantly, looking at the tightly wrapped "cocoon". There was a bold police officer who cautiously reached out his hand to touch the cocoon, but was immediately reprimanded by the captain next to him.

"Damn it, you idiot, what are you doing? Do you know what this is? You dare to touch it!" The captain yelled when he caught the policeman, "I warn you, our task is to keep an eye on the policeman here. This thing, as for what is inside, no one is allowed to be curious, understand?"

Feeling the spray of saliva on his face, the police officer nodded quickly.

The captain snorted and walked towards his police car, ready to ask when the support from the headquarters would arrive. But just after he took a few steps, a trembling voice came from behind him: "Boss, this thing... moved."

"Just move, what are you afraid of?"

"But... there seems to be the sound of something tearing."

"Then what are the guns in your hands for? Is it a display? No matter what comes out of it, I will beat it into a hornet's nest."

What the police officers were worried about did not happen. T800 did try hard, but the spider silk was too sticky, and it struggled a few times at the beginning. But as he struggled, the spider silk became more and more tightly entangled, until he was completely wrapped into a mummy.

At this time, three black SUVs drove up with a black pickup truck.

A few men in black got out of the SUV, handed over a document to the sheriff, and said in a deep voice: "We belong to Cyber ​​Corporation, and we have been approved by the Ministry of State. This thing is handed over to us."

The team leader looked at the document carefully, and then asked the headquarters through the intercom. After receiving an affirmative answer, he waved his hand and left without saying anything.

After all the police cars left, the men in black took out their instruments and scanned the "cocoon". When they heard the sound of "didi" from the instrument, their expressions immediately changed.

How could there be a reaction to nuclear radiation?

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