American Comics: The Containment Foundation From Scratch

Soon Phil Coulson arrived at the crime scene.

"Such a murder method..."

Phil Coulson frowned at Johnson's wound.

Daniel said: "There are three agents in Hutong No. 96, and the wounds on their bodies are similar to this one."

"It looks like it's really a containment object."

Phil Coulson stood up and muttered to himself with a solemn expression.

Being able to assassinate a top agent under the noses of dozens of agents can only be explained by the supernatural.

"So...what are the characteristics of this containment item?"

Phil Coulson was there thoughtfully.

According to the popular science of the Foundation, buying a containment item has its own ability, or in other words, it has its own rules.

Just like Containment-307, his rule is that he never preys on cold-blooded animals, only has a soft spot for warm-blooded animals, and devours his opponents through vines.

Type of attack?

But not right...

Phil Coulson looked at the open window.

Extremely fast? He is good at using relatively long weapons. What kind of cylindrical object should this wound be caused by, a stick? or something else?

So regular?

Phil Coulson started thinking about including the characteristics of the four decedents that Johnson brought.

skin color?

It shouldn't be, and one of the four is black.

Phil Coulson only felt a little pain in his skull.

In the case of not knowing the contained objects, it is simply too difficult to know the laws and characteristics of the contained objects' murder.

"Mike got his neck twisted from behind by something?"

Phil Coulson's eyes flashed.

Phil Coulson suddenly realized something very terrifying.

That is, there may be more than one containment but two in Hell's Kitchen.

One is that they like to twist people's necks behind their backs, and the law of the other is still unclear.

"This matter has to be reported!"

After realizing the seriousness of the incident, Phil Coulson didn't dare to stay any longer, and turned around and left the crime scene.

He had to report this matter to the director in person, and then to the young president of the foundation.

If this is true, it would be terrifying.

Phil Coulson, unaware that he had passed by Death God again, returned to his office.

But Daniel was not so lucky.

"Is the computer on?"

I remember Johnson was trying to sort out the video of the case.

Curious Daniel, opened it, because the laptop that had been screened out was not used for a long time.

The computer was turned on, and a frightening and indescribable face appeared on the screen.

Seeing this terrifying face, even the mentally strong Daniel was taken aback.

"Falk! What is this?"

"Isn't that bastard Johnson watching a horror movie in his dorm room?"

"No! This seems to be a surveillance video on a combat helmet, isn't it..."

Daniel pulled out his chair and sat down, then opened the video file and began to confirm the cut.

I see!

The murderer of Hutong No. 96 is actually a monster. Could such a deformed monster be an experimental product of a certain laboratory?

Isn't that why Johnson was killed and silenced?

But it's not right. If it is killing people, why not destroy the evidence?

On this Daniel analyzes the cause and effect of the matter.

A gust of wind came, followed by another strong wind toward the neck.

As a top-level agent, Daniel lowered his head by conditioned reflex, avoiding the sneak attack from what was behind him.

"boom!"

The laptop in front of Daniel was blown out and smashed against the wall not far away.

The sound of the notebook smashed to the ground, the S.H.I.E.L.D agents who came to collect Johnson's body in a thrilling manner.

"There's a fight going on inside! The attackers haven't left yet?"

Several agents instantly took out their pistols and broke into the door.

Daniel, who avoided the fatal blow of Containment-096 in embarrassment, immediately shouted after seeing his comrades come to support: "Fake! It's this monster, it's this monster that killed Johnson and the others."

"What monster is this?"

Seeing the ugly containment-096, everyone's heart could not help pumping.

"Bang, bang, bang...!"

With almost no hesitation, the four agents emptied a magazine in an instant.

Then I put on another ammo.

Daniel also took the opportunity to run out of the room and hide behind the four agents.

"This monster looks so ugly!"

An agent changes the magazine while giving a testimonial.

Daniel reminded: "The bullet doesn't seem to have much effect on this monster, our call for support!"

"Then hurry up and report to the boss!"

An agent urged impatiently.

In the face of such a monster who is not very afraid of bullets, it must be a lie to say that he is not nervous.

How many people can keep calm in the face of monsters that can't be killed by bullets? After all, no matter how well-trained the agent is, it is still a mere mortal.

Daniel quickly took out the contactor, ready to contact Phil Coulson.

But unfortunately, Phil Coulson is reporting to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters at the moment, and the liaison is busy...

The dark-faced Daniel could only comfort him: "Fake! The boss can't be contacted now. You guys can hold on for a while. With such a loud gunshot, support should come soon."