A certain American comic warlock

"Okay." The young police officer next to John agreed. He just picked up the phone and put it down again, with a tangled look on his face.

"What's wrong?" John asked.

"I...what should I say about this case?"

"You!" John glared at the young police officer angrily. If this person hadn't been transferred from the General Administration and he heard that he had some connections, he would have fired this person long ago.

John grabbed the phone. He didn't want to talk nonsense anymore. He opened the dialer on the phone and directly entered a number in a special frequency band.

It didn't take long for the connection to be connected. John raised the phone and put it to his ear and said: "Hello, Colonel Dennis, I'm John. I'm in the xx abandoned factory in Hell's Kitchen. There's something supernatural happening here..."

John briefly told what happened before hanging up the phone. Someone should be here to handle the matter soon.

After hanging up the phone, John felt a lot more relaxed instantly. This kind of case is too troublesome, and the unknown is the scariest thing. No one knows what those with superpowers will do without the constraints of the law. If something goes wrong, you may have to pay the price with your life.

John approached the ice and carefully looked at the two large pieces of ice, but he did not dare to get too close. If he was accidentally injured by the ice, it would be a serious problem.

The ground within five meters of the ice was wet, and any closer was filled with frost. When we first came to pick up the prosecutor, a police officer wanted to touch the ice, but his hand stuck directly to it and tore it off. When it came down, it was all bloody and bloody. What was even more horrifying was that there was no blood!

Yes, there was no blood at all, and he could no longer even feel the sensation in his hand. The pain was only felt above the forearm. You know, his hand had been stuck there for less than five minutes.

John was only about two meters away from the ice at this time. In such hot weather, he actually got goosebumps.

There was a person inside the ice cube. The person seemed to be alive, and the expression on his face was lifelike. The strange thing was that from John's perspective, he didn't see any fear, not even surprise, just a look on his face. His expressionless look even contained a hint of ridicule.

Isn't this person who was frozen an ordinary person? Facing the supernatural power so naturally, it's a pity that he looked like he didn't even have the ability to resist and turned into ice. This also illustrates the horror of the murderer.

John squatted down and looked at the crack in the ice carefully. Judging from the situation at the scene, the ice should have been broken, because there was no trace of cutting in the break, and the frozen person was broken along with it. The fracture on that man's body no longer looked like a physical body, but seemed to have been completely assimilated into ice.

John stood up and waved to the young police officer not far away, who walked over cautiously.

"Has the identity of the deceased been investigated clearly?" John asked without looking back.

"Not yet. Their photos are being compared in the database. I believe there will be results soon."

"Well, have you investigated the surrounding surveillance cameras?" John asked again.

"People have been sent to investigate, and no suspicious persons have been found yet. Because this factory has been abandoned, there are very few cameras nearby. We can only conduct a large-scale surveillance of these several blocks. There is also a car parked outside. The pickup truck should be the deceased’s pickup truck, we just need to find where the pickup truck came from.”

The young police officer's name is Mike, and the director of the New York City Bureau is his uncle. His uncle has always taken care of him, but he wants to succeed on his own abilities.

This is also the reason why although John is very unhappy with him, he always keeps him by his side. This man is indeed capable.

John and Mike only waited at the scene for less than 20 minutes, and the military personnel had already arrived. It is difficult to imagine how they got here within 20 minutes.

"Are you Officer John? I am Lance, my military rank is lieutenant. This is my military ID. I was ordered to come here to pick up a piece of ice that is holding a person." Lance came up with a military salute and took out a book. The certificate was handed to John.

Is that really the case?

After seeing Lance arrive so quickly, John had a guess. The military's goal was probably to remove the ice first, with the ice as the primary target.

But John didn't plan to interfere. From now on, the military was in charge here, and no matter what happened, it had nothing to do with him.

After John checked the military ID, he took Mike away, leaving only two police officers to protect the scene.

Lance led his team to the ice. According to the agreed plan, he put on heavy fire-proof gloves and tied several ropes to the ice. Several people worked together to get the ice on. A cart pushed the ice cubes out of the factory.

Just as John guessed, the military's goal is simply that piece of ice. Their primary purpose now is to get the ice and transport it away.

At that time, Lance happened to be leading his team to conduct an investigation in a hospital. After receiving the order, he drove the hospital's refrigeration truck directly. The order he received was to transport the ice cubes to the ice storage of that hospital first, and then Stay put.

The ice cubes were carefully transported onto the cold train. Even with the protection of these fire-proof gloves, several people did not dare to touch the ice cubes for a long time. At most, they would touch them accidentally.

"Captain, what on earth is this?" a team member asked after delivering the ice cubes to the car.

"I don't know either. We just need to execute the order. It's not good to know too much." Lance shook his head seriously and said.

He also understood that this was probably another supernatural event. It reminded him of the big green guy two days ago. It was a nightmare!

All he wanted now was to send this thing back to the hospital as quickly as possible and then stay away from it.

Even if the person on the ice inside looks like an ordinary person, even if he has been disconnected.

But... that green monster was just a very thin looking otaku before it transformed? After the transformation, even missiles can't kill him!

Who knows if there is such a guy inside this ice cube.

This is the consequence of not communicating with the police on scene...