The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 174
New York, Brooklyn, a high-end apartment building.

The evening breeze penetrates through the screen windows, bringing coolness into the house, and the beige curtains sway slightly, reminiscent of the skirts of ballet dancers.

Under the desk lamp, a figure was writing vigorously at the desk.

"Mutants, they are born with gifts. Once upon a time, they were groping in the dark, looking for guidance."

"Talent, at times like this, twists into a curse."

"Give them wings, and they will try to fly closer to the sun, and then fall like Icarus to their death."

"Give them the power of prophecy, and they will fear the future."

"Give them great power beyond imagination, breed ambition, make them think that they are born to rule the world,"

The stubby fingers holding the pen stopped, and the ink continued to spread and infiltrate along the paper lines, increasing the comma at the end of the characters by a few points.

Amanda Waller sighed, capped the pen, and dropped it beside the paper.

This middle-aged woman is wide and fat, with a bloated waist shaped like a bucket. A crystal clear diamond necklace is placed under the double chin, which contrasts sharply with her dark complexion.

Because last time in Gotham, the suicide squad, which took up a lot of CIA resources, was inexplicably wiped out. As the leader of the task force, Amanda Waller escaped the fate of tragic death, but she still had to bear the responsibility of "incompetence".

Coupled with the exposure of the Weapon X program, various intelligence agencies were forced to shut down some programs that might be suspected of persecuting superhumans.

Against this background, Amanda Waller's plan to rebuild the Suicide Squad, which has been advocating, has been stuck in an internal review.

Even those high-level leaders thought she was an eyesore, so they found an excuse and sent her to New York as a consultant to assist the New York City Police Department in dealing with some superpower crimes.

Although Amanda Waller can sit on an equal footing with the Chief Superintendent of NYPD (New York City Police Department) in terms of position, there is a big gap between being a CIA project director who can lead a team alone and being reduced to serving as a consultant for NYPD super criminals. Not too big.

"Those damned, corpse-like scum."

Amanda Waller swears angrily, sighs again, crumpled up the paper and threw it into a nearby trash can.

Anyway, no matter how Amanda stated how big a threat the mutant race on the world stage is to the United States, the top CIA executives would ignore it.

For them, sailing against the tide of national anger is not the correct posture to preserve their official positions.

Amanda Waller sighed, the hustle and bustle of Manhattan is not suitable for her, she is more yearning for the time when she was a field agent a long time ago, going in and out of the South American jungle to fight drug lords - of course her figure was not out of shape at that time , not as bloated and fat as it is now.

The large-screen LCD TV in the living room was broadcasting the evening news, and the reporter's shrill voice seemed a bit noisy. Amanda, who was only wearing a silk nightgown, stood up dissatisfied, walked to the living room, and planned to turn off the TV.

"...Following last week's discovery of a blood-drained body in an underground parking lot in the Bronx, police have found a new dead person in an abandoned factory."

The reporter in the camera is wearing a windbreaker. I don't know whether it's because of fear or excitement. He stands trembling outside the abandoned factory.

The factory cast a huge shadow under the night, and the empty windows had no glass and could only be barely covered with dusty plastic curtains.

A team of NYPD police officers had already set up the isolation yellow line, and stood in front of the enthusiastic reporters with a blank face, preventing them from exploring the flashing lights.

A fat police officer just stepped out of the yellow line, and the reporters immediately pointed their guns and short cannons at him,
"Officer, can you tell me what's going on inside?"

"Officer, this is already the fourth similar case in New York. Citizens are very disturbed by this. I hope you can reveal the investigation process of the serial murder case."

"police officer."

The flashes flickered, showing the haggard face of the middle-aged police officer to the audience in front of the TV.

Metropolis, serial murders, strange ways of dying,
The combination of these three names can completely form a Gothic-style stage play, or a mystery novel with a slightly open scene.

Fueled by the media, this serial murder not only aroused the so-called panic among the residents, but also caused an upsurge.

On the Internet and in reality, every New Yorker is discussing the murder case through social channels.

The past of the three deceased was completely uncovered. These ordinary people who were not cared about during their lifetime, on the contrary, have the value of being focused after becoming a mummy whose blood has been drained.

People vividly described the murder scene, speculated about the past life of the murderer, and complained that they were afraid to go out recently.

No matter how curious or weird the murder case is, it is just talk.

The police officer pursed his lips, staring at the cameras pointed at his face, feeling disgusted for no reason.

No one really cared about the dead except those grieving families.

All the troublemakers are like vultures looking for the smell of carrion, hovering around the corpse, waiting to swarm up and enjoy the gluttonous feast.

"Sorry, the criminal investigation process is internal information and cannot be disclosed for the time being."

The police officer refused the reporters expressionlessly, and under the cover of the police officers, got into the isolation yellow line.

Amanda Waller looked away thoughtfully, and slowly sat down on the sofa, letting her huge body sink into the seat.

The gender, age, occupation, appearance, and past experience of the four deceased are completely different from each other. In other words, these four people have nothing to do with each other.

On both sides of each deceased's neck, there were hole-like wounds pierced by fangs. According to the forensic examination, the murderer seemed to use some kind of prop similar to a hose to completely suck the blood out of the deceased.

If this kind of vampire-like imitation crime is just that, it will naturally not interest Amanda Waller.

Because New York City is so big, there are always a few mentally unsound or psychopathic people who commit some unreasonable murders.

Usually such cases will be suppressed, and some cases that are accidentally leaked will be used as public talk, so that the public can relax themselves.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated and a call came.

"Amanda, emergency, hurry to headquarters."

The voice of the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was calm and stable, and the owner of the voice was a high-ranking leader.

Along with this phone call, there is also an unread letter in the e-mail.

Stubby black fingers tapped on the hand screen.

It was a classified video sent from the NYPD that has not been released to the media.

The screen of the mobile phone was blurry for a while, and then became clear again. It can be seen that the video shooting position is fixed, and judging from the clarity, it is a special photography equipment.

The location of the picture is an operating room full of medical equipment.

Amanda sat up subconsciously, she knew where this was.

NYPD Forensic Examination Unit.

This is a recorded video of a forensic autopsy on the body of a deceased person, according to the time stamp in the lower right corner...

Just an hour ago.

Amanda's face sank, staring at the phone screen.

Several forensic doctors in green surgical gowns surrounded the operating bed, and on the bed lay a corpse that looked like sugar cane that had been squeezed out of its juice.

That was the deceased who was first discovered, a homeless man who didn't even have a name, and lived in the pile of cardboard boxes under the bridge hole for many years.

In the picture, the doctor picked up a scalpel and made an incision in the center of the two clavicles.

The dark viscous liquid gushed out from the wound immediately, and the mummy opened its eyes.

His eyes were so pale and swollen that they reminded one of sun-dried fish in a pond.

The doctors backed away in fear, but the mummy was moving faster than they had imagined.

The skinny arm has a huge force that is completely inconsistent with its appearance, easily tearing apart a poor forensic doctor, and the mummy bathed in blood returns to a human appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Subsequently, the police guarding the door broke into the house and tried to knock him down with guns.

Although police pistols don't have much terrifying power, the extremely penetrating small-caliber bullets can still cause trauma to the deceased. After the seventh bullet knocked off the skull, the mummy twitched twice and fell to the ground, Drowning in the blood of doctors.

The video didn't end here, and the dead man's stomach suddenly swelled up, like an inflated balloon, and it swelled rapidly.

Then, bang!

Flesh and blood flew, and crystal clear rice grains scattered in all directions.

To be more precise, those are not rice grains, but tiny insect eggs.

(End of this chapter)