"These people have been dead for years," Chief George Stacey said when introducing the case to Falcon.
Sam Wilson came to the police station as an investigator before Steve Rogers returned to New York. Using the police files and Tony Stark's artificial intelligence "Friday", Sam Wilson quickly saw several victims.
"How is this possible!" He looked at the yellow and black bones placed in the morgue. Even without the forensic identification report, he could see that the bones lying on the stainless steel bed had experienced the baptism of time.
.He is experienced, as he assured the police chief.
"The person who called the police claimed that his family members were taken away just yesterday!" He said, "So who is the person who lives with the person who called the police?"
"This is also the part that puzzles us the most." Director Stacey sighed, "Either the group has a way to make the victim's remains look like they were buried under six feet for a long time, or... there is
Something had taken the place of the victim, and the group of soldiers in the armored vehicle were hunting those things. One thing we noticed was that all the victims had moved, changed jobs, and reestablished relationships."
The police chief lowered his voice and said, "That's about the time of death."
The only listener felt like the pores all over his body were exploding.
"I have never seen such a terrible thing in my life. I have been on the battlefield, but this... is really weird." The air-conditioning in the morgue was already making people feel uncomfortable, but Director George Stacey's words
It made Sam Wilson feel a chill running from the soles of his feet to his brain. A certain fear hidden deep in human genes was unearthed, just like the monster under the bed that he was afraid of when he was a child. This fear was initially gradually abandoned as he grew older, but
At this moment, it came back again. This kind of fear is called the unknown, not the fear of being destroyed by bullets. Sam Wilson shook his head and tried to get rid of this childish thought, but the fear followed him and he could not get rid of it.
"What clues do we have?"
"Except for what you saw, there is nothing." The police chief shook his head, "The staff cleaned up very well. All the body fluids at the scene were destroyed by acid, and the bullet casings and warheads were also taken away. What about the trace detection department?
Nothing was found. Except for the crater - not a gap caused by a pistol or rifle, but some kind of large-caliber weapon. It stands to reason that using such a weapon to shoot a human body would leave a large amount of debris, but we couldn't find anything. Those people used
Fire and acid destroyed everything."
"Very well, I don't want any alien genetic information to be left at the scene." Victoria Hand said to the other end of the phone, "The progress of cleaning up aliens in New Jersey needs to be accelerated, and the police have already focused on you. Raid
The transport boat is ready, but you only have one chance to escape. If the National Guard follows you, even the monarch cannot save your lives... My lord, the Skrulls in New York State have been cleared, and the corpses are passing through
Airlift to the Eternal City.”
She put down the phone and waited for instructions. Even if another job was imminent, she had to wait.
Fortunately, the person who gave her the order was very decisive and resolute.
"Order the Biogenetic Laboratory to prepare for receipt. Dr. Maya Hansen really needs experimental materials." Salomon stretched out his finger, indicating to Stephanie to follow his instructions, and Stephanie instructed her little secretary to grab it.
Writing orders. At the same time Salomon raised his head, Victoria Hand found that the expression on her monarch's face had not changed since the beginning of this task. As far as she knew, her monarch was currently carrying out several tasks at the same time.
Work and the secret war with the Skrulls are just part of it. You can guess with your toes that there must be a greater threat than the Skrulls approaching.
"I hope the aftermath can be completed."
"I believe the interior department can do it." Victoria Hand understood what the monarch was referring to, "Is your current body the product of alchemy?"
"Don't let me near the heat, or I'll melt."
Victoria Hand quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Now she didn't want to face the monarch's true form even more now. That tall, strong and cold-blooded figure, whose calm surface was filled with thunder and roar, made people shudder just thinking about it. Every time he sat down
Working behind his desk, his presence nearly fills the room, working with an attitude that Agent Hand both admires and fears, issuing orders that any hard-hearted person would think twice about. Except maybe Stephanie Malick.
No one can withstand such terrible pressure as a lunatic whose ambition burns as wildly as lust.
This situation only began to appear after the Battle of Finbowente.
After the battle, a king wearing scarred golden armor and holding a blazing sword boarded the ship. Almost everyone who looked directly at him felt that their brains were occupied by a piece of red-hot iron, just like the molten core of the earth.
The scorching violence of the iron core frightened everyone. The staff on the ship all knelt down to him when he passed by, even if he finally gave all the people who knelt down, shouted angrily and asked them to stand up, but some
Things have quietly changed. Now everyone in the Eternal City can feel his presence, just like an invisible towering mountain. Even people without second vision can clearly feel the tallest Gothic mountain.
People sitting in the tower, and the girls in the sisterhood convent will pray towards the location of this building.
This feeling will turn into longing when you are far away from him, and will quickly turn into fear when you are close to him.
Victoria Hand didn't know if this sense of humor and kindness was brought about by the alchemical body, but her monarch seemed to like to joke. As long as there was no mission, her monarch's deadly sense of humor would be lit like a fireplace.
Only then can all those who work for him feel more relaxed. After the Battle of Finbowente, she believed that if there were still traces of humanity in her monarch, it was his love for spirits.
Favorite - The precious spirits stored in the office's handcrafted liquor cabinet are being depleted at an alarming rate. The most recent disappearance was a bottle of Napoleonic brandy. Such treasures are usually auctioned off by the glass, but Victoria Hand
Not even a wine bottle was seen.
"The real body is still in class in Oxford County. There is a very important exam today." The alchemical body seemed to have insight into her thoughts. Agent Hand has long been accustomed to it. The eyes of the monarch can see everything clearly. Some people with radical ideas
The staff all thought so. Salomon's incarnation smiled slyly, "It's not a bad thing to invite your professor to taste the brandy of the Napoleonic period, especially when absences from class often occur, a bottle of fine wine
The effect is quite amazing.”
"You should be grateful that Jane Foster was not your graduate advisor."
"Yes, a lovelorn woman is quite troublesome. Ms. Victoria Hand, remember to bring a bottle of wine before you leave. You can choose from the collection in the wine cabinet. Taking over Nick Fury's secret is a troublesome thing, but I
But I have nothing more to repay you with."
"This is my duty, my lord." Victoria Hand opened the wine cabinet and picked up a bottle of liquor, saluted and left the office.
"I believe she can take over Nick Fury's job." The monarch said to the head of the internal affairs department who was standing aside. "She has the potential, and she has done well so far."