American Comics' Spear Bureau Special Service Team

A black Jeep was driving fast on the Texas state line.

Chu Ling glanced at the navigator, looked at the road ahead, turned the steering wheel and left the road, driving quickly on the dry wasteland.

The scenery here is desolate, and it feels like a scene from an old Western cowboy movie.

After driving for about 5 minutes, I slightly corrected my direction and looked towards a small bar in the distance that was isolated in the wilderness.

The car stopped not far from the bar. There were two police cars parked in front of the bar, one for the state police, one for the city police, and two other S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicles.

"arrive."

Colson got out of the car directly. Chu Ling turned off the car, opened the door and jumped out of the car. He quickly observed the environment. It was a very remote small bar. Almost no one would come here. The vehicles on the road were not there at all. It's impossible to see here.

Looking at the many cow skulls hanging on the signboard and the many motorcycles parked at the door, this should be the stronghold of the speeding gang.

"Hellhound, the notorious motorcycle gang." Coulson found Chu Ling explaining to him while observing the markings on the motorcycle.

The two of them simultaneously showed their IDs to the state trooper who was leaning on the police car, without explaining their identities. After all, their colleagues from SHIELD arrived first.

"Are we also cracking down on the underworld?" The police didn't talk nonsense at all, and they didn't set up any cordon. Chu Ling asked Coulson as he walked.

"No, that's the job of the police." There was no need to explain what Colson said later. He squatted down at the door and pulled open the body covered with white cloth. He knew at a glance that it was an abnormal death.

Chu Ling frowned and squatted down, looking at the almost skinny head and the entire blue skin.

"What the hell, this costume looks like a fat man weighing at least 300 pounds. This fat has been evaporated." Colson covered the cloth and stood up, then stepped over the body and walked towards the bar.

Chu Ling quickly observed that there were at least 5 white blankets around the bar. He did not follow Colson in immediately. Instead, he ran to the two white blankets next to the barbecue grill and squatted down, pulling away the blanket. Take a look.

In the same situation, he looked at the awkward arm posture of the corpse, and then looked up at the hot sun in confusion.

He covered himself with a blanket and got up and walked around the tavern. After finding nothing more, he walked into the tavern.

As soon as he entered, he frowned inadvertently. Coulson was talking to a SHIELD colleague he had never seen before, while two others in white coats were studying the corpses in the tavern.

The corpses here were not even covered with white cloth. He quickly glanced around, then walked to a billiard table and looked at the corpse that was still in the posture of playing billiards and had completely rigor mortis.

The doubts I had just outside have been answered. When I was outside, I felt that the corpse's movements were super weird. It seemed that the body stiffened not long after losing it. It was completely different from the ordinary death posture. Instead, it was still doing something before it stiffened. Then the next second the body became rigor mortis.

Even if you touch the body, it doesn't look like it was instantly frozen.

Chu Ling didn't move anything, just glanced around. Some of the speedsters seemed to be resisting, but most of them seemed to be frightened and were brutally killed without any resistance.

Walking to the S.H.I.E.L.D. where Coulson was talking to him, Chu Ling said: "The only traces of new vehicles around are those of us that came here, and there are no traces of leaving."

"Okay, this is Agent Felix Black, and this is Agent Chu Ling. It's your first time meeting." Coulson immediately nodded to express his understanding, and then introduced his colleagues to Chu Ling.

Chu Ling immediately reached out to shake hands with the other person and said hello. He had seen this name on the computer before. The person in front of him was an American uncle who was nearly 40 years old.

"Hello, Agent Black." Chu Ling said hello and prepared to wait honestly. He really had no experience at all.

"Chu, do you find anything else? Don't be nervous. We are always like this, and we have never encountered the incident we encountered." Blake looked at Chu Ling. Just now, he wanted the deputy to follow him to the police station to check yesterday's vehicle. Passage records, but even if Chu Ling said so, he still went back to investigate the surveillance. The only trouble is that the surveillance system here