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"You are..." The old policeman frowned, looked at Smith's suit and tie, and felt puzzled by his words.

"Hank? Who is this?"

"Uh~ He... He's the special assistant investigator for the Arkham case..."

Hank wasn't quite sure about Smith's identity, so he just said it casually.

He had never missed George's presence so much, and all the recent mess made Hank feel like he was about to grow a brain.

Why did we suddenly get into the subject of mind control?

Isn't this a feature only available on adult websites? Or are they talking about topics that are restricted to 18+?

You Lan also didn't believe it.

There is no cause or consequence, and Smith's inexplicable statement is too incomprehensible.

Based on Smith's suspicions, he still felt that the reason why the two men were corrupt police officers was more convincing.

Smith had a half-smile on his face, his eyes fixed on the old policeman.

"After investigating for so long, we finally have some clues. I didn't expect that the life returner was actually the work of the Hand. I have said before that to deal with these scum, we must eradicate all evil.

And we also found the clues of the mind controller.

So I believe Charlotte was around here? Did you follow him here?"

"What?" The old policeman looked more and more stunned.

Why is this person in front of him always talking nonsense? He is becoming more and more confused.

"It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not, I just want to say it.

A little mouse that had been hiding for a long time revealed its shadow. The moment the cat saw it, it was doomed to be caught. "

The old policeman was speechless.

"You have a cat disease~" After cursing, the old policeman turned around and walked away with a cold face.

Smith quickly stepped forward, smiling confidently, and grabbed the old policeman's wrist.

The next moment, Smith slightly turned his body to avoid the young policeman's extremely fast whip kick. The old policeman turned quickly and punched Smith in the chest.

Everything turned out just as Smith had expected.

With a smile on his face, Smith felt that everything was under control. As an agent of SHIELD, would it not be difficult for him to deal with a few controlled policemen?

He grabbed the old policeman's wrist and prepared to capture him.

But no one expected that the old policeman's arms radiated a power far beyond that of an ordinary person.

The smile on Smith's face froze in an instant, and he was forced to resist.

Coming from the side, the young police officer grabbed Smith's tie and pulled it hard, while holding Smith's belt with his other hand.

He easily lifted Smith over his head, exerted force with his arms, threw Smith up, and threw him to the ground in front.

After rolling several times and holding his stomach in unbearable pain, Smith, whose clothes were disheveled, could no longer laugh.

He never expected that the pheromones used by the Purple Man to control others could not only allow the controlled person to ignore pain, but also allow the controlled person to gain certain physical enhancements.

Everything happened so fast that Hank and You Lan pulled out their pistols and pointed them at their two colleagues.

"Mazerfak! What the hell is going on! David! Danny! What are you two doing!?"

David, the young police officer who finally had a name, had a blank expression on his face and was indifferent to Hank's shouting.

His eyes fell on Smith who was climbing up, and he walked towards Smith step by step with cold steps.

Reaching out and pulling out the guns from their waists, David and the other man aimed at Smith at the same time.

bang bang—

Two short gunshots were heard, smoke came out of the revolver in Hank's hand, and the pistol aimed at Smith was accurately shot away.

Before Smith could rejoice, David and the other man did not appear to be surprised or hesitate, and their steps remained firm.

"Fuck!" You Lan put the pistol back into the gun bag on his waist and said with an unpleasant expression:

"It seems that they are indeed controlled!"

"Haha, of course..." Standing up, Smith attacked without warning.

A small disc shot out from his sleeve and landed on the old police officer. Immediately, dazzling electric current jumped on the old police officer's body.

The old police officer who was electrocuted had a flushed face, his legs and feet were shaking, and his body was trembling.

Another bullet was shot at David, but David dodged it.

David quickened his pace. The third disc stuck to David's body, and electric current flashed, but David was already in sight.

A brutal charge successfully knocked Smith away.

The power of this blow was so great that Smith had to hold his chest for a long time before he recovered.

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva.

Looking at the two men who were unharmed and had the electric shock discs removed from their bodies, Smith couldn't help but let out a miserable smile.

Fuck! I underestimated my enemy. I really failed this time.

In the movies, can't the mind control be restored by electric shock? It's all fake.

Holding the watch on my wrist, it seems that extraordinary measures must be taken.

Seeing that Smith was in a stalemate, You Lan stepped forward.

He took brisk steps and turned around to punch the old policeman. You Lan raised his palm to block the fist, then slightly turned sideways and bumped his shoulder into the old policeman's armpit.

Taking advantage of the old police officer's unstable center of gravity, You Lan swept his leg towards his calf, and pushed hard with both arms, throwing the old police officer directly out.

Smith watched in amazement as the old police officer was thrown more than ten meters away and hit David, who was unable to dodge.

The two people immediately became rolling gourds.

Before the old police officer could get up, You Lan stepped forward again and kicked away his hands that were supporting the ground, put his toes around his neck, and kicked him upwards with all his strength.

The old policeman spun around a few times, then fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

He glanced at David who was about to stand up, and then threw another roundhouse kick, hitting David on the back. He grabbed David's arm and forced David to his knees on the ground.

After stretching his muscles that had not been used for a long time, You Lan smiled and explained to Smith, who was stunned:

“Chinese Kung Fu has not been used for a long time.

Who has a gun now? Why not use martial arts~"

Smith stood up, swallowed the blood in his mouth with a bitter face, and gave You Lan a thumbs up.

Smith never expected that the small New York Police Department would be so full of hidden talents.

Looking at David who was still struggling under You Lan's legs, Smith stepped forward, holding his injured chest and said:

"Not only is it mental control, but it's also physical enhancement. This is really interesting...

So what are the limits and weaknesses of your control?"

Of course David wouldn't answer him.

He opened his mouth and dully repeated the Purple Man's last order:

"Hide, erase my traces, hide, erase my traces, hide, erase my traces..."

This immediately led Smith to a new discovery.

"Oh~ So it's not real-time control~ Does it still require close-range language as an inducement?"

……

The dark road was littered with garbage, and the dim street lights only brightened up a few spots.

There was a foul smell in the air, and on the sidewalk in the distance, there was a tent with flickering lights.

Two black men were sitting on the edge of the road drinking beer.

It was dark, and several black people walked around them in a group, heading in the direction where the sirens came from.

The black man on the left drank all his beer and complained with a sad expression:

"BRO,e=(′o｀*)))Ah, you know what? Recently, whenever I see my girlfriend wearing black stockings, I... feel guilty."

"BRO, of course I know, because I feel the same way..."

His teammate with black stockings on his head also sighed, picked up the hammer on the ground and said:

"Okay~ Stop lamenting about life! Our carnival today has just begun~"

"Okay, buddy~" Pulling down the black silk hood, the two stood up and walked towards the luxury store not far behind them.

At this moment, the sound of running wheezing came from the darkness.

The two men who were about to smash the glass door with a hammer stopped and looked into the darkness.

The street lights illuminated the figure of Charlotte jogging in Spider-Man suit.

He ran straight to the two of them, looked at them in a daze, then squatted on one leg, posed in his spider pose and said:

"Hi, dear criminals, today's hell messenger is also traveling green~"