American Comics: The Containment Foundation From Scratch

The two people, each with their own ghosts, began to discuss the Aegis parasitic plan.

At this moment, the HYDRA agents in S.H.I.E.L.D do not know that they are going to have three part-time jobs and become the legendary three agents.

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My name is Johnson, S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA dual agent, but this title is not accurate, because just one day ago, I was officially sublimated to three agent.

Today my bald boss called us urgently.

It is said to be investigating an anomalous event involving the supernatural.

To be honest, I am very interested in this action.

Because I've been with S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA for almost 10 years and haven't dealt with that kind of supernatural enemy.

As someone who likes a challenge, I liked this mission very much.

When I got the information about the operation from the commander, I instantly lost interest in this operation.

A mysterious being who likes to twist from behind to neck? Shouldn't this stuff be handed over to the police?

Isn't it a more perverted murderer? Still someone who doesn't like guns.

Such a presence requires the hands of the people of HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D.

Thinking of this, my evaluation of the foundation dropped a few more points.

What a great organization that guards the front line of mankind, it is simply a joke, and it even robs the police of the job.

Pooh! Despicable!

We at S.H.I.E.L.D know not to rob the cops of their jobs.

And just like that, I was taken to Hell's Kitchen by the superior.

It's a very chaotic place, it's said to be the slums of New York, where the twisted neck murders happened here.

We were ordered by our bald bosses to separate and look for suspiciously anomalous things.

After searching for a long time, my partner and I came to the bottom of a deserted building, which is an old abandoned Warehouse.

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"This is a utility room? The dust is almost three feet thick in this ghost place. There shouldn't be anyone, right?"

Johnson, who came to an underground Warehouse with his companions, looked at the dusty Warehouse with disgust.

Listening to Johnson's complaint, Mike comforted: "Be serious, the boss said that the thing is in this area. This place is so remote and so dark, maybe it may be hidden here."

"Huh? What an ugly statue?"

Just then, Mike flashed a humanoid statue with a flashlight.

This is an ugly statue made of concrete and steel with traces of spray paint. If it was reduced many times and turned into a foam, the statue might look better.

"No wonder it's at the very bottom. Who can appreciate you being so ugly?"

Mike kicked the statue in front of him in disgust.

Johnson, outside the Warehouse, urged impatiently: "Mike! Okay, okay, okay, let's go to the next place!"

After hearing his companion's call, Mike turned his head and was about to respond, and the coldness of the creature's instinct instantly spread all over his body.

That is the instinctive reaction of the body after being targeted by predators. As a top agent trained by the SHIELD Agent Academy, Mike has trained this instinct to the extent that he can predict the danger.

This is also the reason why he has been able to survive various dangerous missions over the years.

Mike, whose body was a little stiff, quickly took out his pistol and looked around vigilantly.

"Huh? What the hell!"

Looking at the statue that seemed to be getting closer to him, Mike frowned.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he found that the statue seemed to move and was closer to him.

The cautious Mike tapped the statue in front of him lightly.

After the statue made a sound of "dong dong dong", Mike let down his guard.

It is indeed a statue, not a human disguise. It seems that I am over-hearted.

Mike shook his head and turned to leave.

"click~"

Sudden.

The crisp sound of bone friction sounded, and Mike, who felt a pain in his neck, turned around in horror. Now, before dying, he looked at the murderer who killed him, and at the Peanut Man statue that was close at hand.

There was horror in Mike's eyes.

how can that be? It's just a statue of poured cement...

"Carving...carving..."

Mike, who realized that he was about to die, wanted to pass on this terrifying and incredible information.

But unfortunately, his neck has been broken, and he can't even say two complete words.

Hearing the voice from the contactor, Johnson's expression changed.

Judging from the crisp bone friction and the last difficult words of his comrade-in-arms.

Johnson realized something was wrong with Mike.

The cautious Johnson didn't rush in directly. As an agent, staying calm in the face of danger is a compulsory course. There should be some calmness.

"Report sir, we were attacked in ***173 underground warehouse."

Phil Coulson, who was searching with people, immediately shouted after hearing the report of his subordinates: "You are standing there now, don't take any action, I will bring people here!"

After finishing speaking, Phil Coulson loudly ordered again on the communication channel: "173 Underground Warehouse, everyone gathers there."

The responsive agents soon gathered in front of the 173 underground warehouse.

"Report sir! After the assembly, there should be 14 people, but there are 10 people!"

"Why are there 4 people missing?"

Phil Coulson frowned.

Johnson replied: "Peak and the others didn't come. They seem to have gone to the street to search. Mike must have had an accident, so I called for help."

Just as Phil Coulson was about to ask something, a panting voice came from the communicator.

"Sir! We're in Alley 96, and we're under attack by monsters here!"

"it……"

"what!"

The screams gradually ceased, and Phil Coulson looked at the agents in front of him with a pale face as he listened to the bursts of busy sounds coming from the contactor.