Marvel's Necromancer

Queen's Middle School was hit by a terrorist attack. At least from the outside, it looked like a terrorist attack.

The Chief of the Queens Police Department is now personally sitting in the command vehicle at the scene, directing the scene.

Chief George Stacey is now having a headache. As the highest-ranking police officer on the scene, he not only has to direct the investigation of the scene on campus, but also has to deal with repeated inquiries from the media and the school. At the same time, his bosses from different affiliations are asking one after another. His phone was bombarded with calls after calls, not to mention reports from his staff that a source claimed the White Spider was present at the scene.

White Spider, a girl who calls herself a vigilante. In George's eyes, there is no difference between this vigilante and a criminal, although White Spider seems to be as big as his daughter Jessica.

I have to call Jenny later. He will break his promise again today and will not be able to go home on time. Director George thought to himself.

George Stacey is fifty years old this year and has just served as the chief of the Queens Borough Police Department for a year. He was a practical detective before taking the position of chief. In this short year of becoming chief, During this time, he worked on the front line personally, working with his subordinates to solve several major cases one after another, and lowering the crime rate in Queens under his command by two percentage points. No one who worked under him did not admire Director George.

Of course, all this is not without cost. Since George took up the position of director, his originally brown temples are now gray, and there are many more wrinkles on his face than before. The forehead lines are as deep as if they were carved with a knife. of general. At the same time, he went home on time less often than when he was a police detective. Even many times, George lived directly in the office.

This caused dissatisfaction with his wife Jennifer and daughter Jessica, and it is estimated that the dissatisfaction will further deepen.

At this time, his cell phone rang again, or in other words, his cell phone never stopped ringing this afternoon.

Who is it this time? Minister of Gang Crime and Explosion Control? FBI? cia, unlike the previous phone call, the office of the Minister of Health called him, damn it! Even if this is judged to be a terrorist attack, what does this have to do with you, the Minister of Health?

The rapid ringing of the phone tormented Director George's nerves like a reminder. The wrinkles on his forehead deepened. He held the mobile phone in his hand, took a deep breath and was about to answer the call. His detective Daisy came over to report to him.

"Director, there is someone outside who calls himself the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau and wants to see you." Daisy looked at the notebook in her hand and read out word by word.

"What bureau?" The list of names was so long and convoluted that it made Director George doubt his own ears and the IQ of the politicians above. Why are all the monsters and monsters jumping out?

"Director, Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency."

George glanced at the ringing cell phone in his hand. It just refused to take a break.

"You first go and ask him clearly why he is here and tell him that I am busy." Director George felt that he had to answer the call. "I'll rush over as soon as I answer the phone."

"Are the members of the chemical disaster identification team here?" Before Detective Daisy left, Director George suddenly asked again.

Daisy had to stop, turned around and replied:

"We still have ten minutes to get there. There are traffic jams in the nearby blocks and they are crowded with students' families, Director."

"It's really confusing." Director George felt like he was holding his breath in his chest and was very irritated, but he still answered the persistent call.

Detective Daisy stood there and waited for a while. When she saw the chief answering the phone, she turned around, opened the door of the command vehicle, and walked out of the command vehicle.

She walked all the way to the blockade, where the man who called himself "National Security Bureau" was waiting. Daisy has a very good memory, or being a police detective requires a very good memory, and Daisy is the best among them. But without the help of a notepad, she couldn't remember the long and convoluted names.

Detective Daisy saw the middle-aged man in a suit standing outside the blockade. He was not tall, and his hairline was his biggest concern in recent years. He always had a smile on his face that was so kind that it was almost formulaic. I didn’t feel any impatience because of the long wait.

"Please explain your purpose, detective." Daisy nodded to him. She had a good impression of this man.

"Agent Phil Coulson, just call me Coulson." Coulson smiled and nodded, "I was ordered to come to the scene to assist. This case involves some dangerous items, and the suspected evidence items will be sealed later. transfer."

The Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, the English abbreviation of shield, is SHIELD. Of course, it is not called this name yet. It is still the smelly and long Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency.

Phil Coulson, a seventh-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., has extremely strong organizational and operational abilities, is proficient in firearms and fighting, and is a model of an American agent. He is one of the most capable agents under the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

This incident involved a creature suspected of mutation or genetic experimentation and the superhero White Spider that SHIELD had been paying attention to for a long time, so Director Nick Fury sent him to deal with the scene.

The goodwill that Detective Daisy had just accumulated towards Coulson was immediately exhausted. You must know that in the United States, interfering in other people's jurisdiction and robbing other people's cases is a very serious matter, and may even cause serious negotiation accidents between departments.

Daisy snorted and was about to say something to Coulson when the director suddenly appeared behind her, patted her on the shoulder and stopped her harsh words.

"Your boss just had a phone call with me, and the scene will be handed over to you immediately." Director George said in a calm tone, with fatigue in his eyes. "Detective Daisy, you and this detective hand over the scene."

"Director, but..." When Daisy heard that the director was going to hand over the case, she couldn't help but stop her.

"FBI people are already evacuating the scene." Director George said meaningfully.

Daisy's eyes widened slightly. Have all those arrogant FBI withdrawn? What bureau has so much power?

"Understood, Chief." Detective Daisy understood that it was useless to say anything now, so it was better to execute the order. "Agent Coulson, please follow me."

Director George watched the two people go away and couldn't help but sigh. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brow. Suddenly he felt that this was good. At least he could go home on time today to spend time with his family.

"You mean, in addition to the unknown creature and Spider-Man, there was also an unknown person present? In the end, he also took away the White Spider?" Coulson suddenly heard such breaking news and was caught off guard.

"Yes, these are all the eyewitness statements and surveillance videos compiled related to the unknown person who appeared at the scene."

Daisy explained the situation, handed over all the evidence and materials, showed no regrets at all, turned around and left without even saying hello, and was obviously quite angry.

Coulson ignored Daisy's rudeness. These police officers didn't know what they were dealing with. Although they didn't know either, Coulson firmly believed that SHIELD would handle it.

Just like before. Coulson secretly thought.

Coulson opened the video and searched for the mysterious young man in chronological order, flipping through the witness statements from time to time.

In the surveillance video from the cafe, a gray-haired young man is carrying a shoulder bag. His facial features are not very outstanding, but there is a kind of frightening beauty between his eyebrows and eyes, attracting the attention of others.

After entering the cafe, he sat directly on the seat by the window, ordered a cup of coffee with the nervous waitress, and then looked down at his watch.

"He's waiting for someone?" Coulson noticed this keenly and played the video at twice the speed.

Within a few minutes, a boy who looked like a high school student walked into the store and looked around for a while until he saw the gray-haired young man. He sat down in front of the young man with some fear and started talking, not daring to look directly into the young man's eyes the whole time. They talked for more than ten minutes, and the young man took out some money from his bag and handed it to the boy, as if the transaction was completed.

Coulson knew that this boy, Little Charlie, was one of White Spider's friends as a student. Yes, he knows the true identity of White Spider, or in other words, SHIELD knows. Although Coulson was also shocked when he saw this level 7 file.

Was it accidental or premeditated for the mysterious man to contact White Spider's friends? Colson frowned and looked at the next surveillance video. The gray-haired young man noticed the commotion at the school and left after checking out. According to the waiter's testimony, it was this young man who asked the waiter to call the police for a terrorist attack. According to 911 call records, this was the earliest call to the police.

Is this a sign of good intentions or extreme confidence? Coulson carefully watched the footage of the young man and saw that he ran towards the source of the commotion with a clear goal. The last footage was from the corridor surveillance near the corner of the toilet. He could see that the young man stayed here and did not participate in the fight from the beginning. among.

Because the white spider fought with the unknown creature, the line was damaged. The last video was seriously damaged. There was no way to know how long the mysterious figure stayed and what he did.

But this didn't bother Coulson or SHIELD. He made a call with a special mobile phone.

"Technical department, I need some technical assistance to repair a surveillance video." Colson stated his request. After transmitting the video, he clicked on a video recorded by a police camera.

After clicking on it, the video was very shaky. The policeman was running in the corridor following a large team of people rescuing students. Colson skipped this section and pulled the progress bar until the police entered the toilet on the east side of the third floor.

The camera is worn on a police helmet. The first thing that comes into view is the extensive traces of destruction. Not a single floor or wall in the entire toilet is intact. There is even a wall that has been smashed through, and the sky outside can be seen through the hole.

The gray-haired young man turned his back to the police, holding a white spider that seemed to be unconscious in his arms. There was a deep pothole at his feet.

Colson listened to the police's shouts and saw all the guns pointed at the young man, but the young man was not afraid and chuckled mockingly.

"Police, come out and wash the floor."

He then jumped into a pothole and escaped from police pursuit.

Who is he? What's your position? Coulson stared at the papers covering the table, lost in thought.

Suddenly the cell phone rang. It was the technical department's call. The restoration of the surveillance video was completed.

"That video is a bit weird," the technical department told Coulson.

Weird? Coulson wondered what kind of situation would use such an adjective.

He clicked on the video. The repaired video was much clearer and could be viewed by others. However, the repaired picture had a lot of snowflake noise, which gave the video a strange atmosphere.

Coulson saw the young man come to a corner and stop. The angle of the camera could not tell what he was doing, and he could only see half of his figure staying there.

"Is he watching the battle?" Colson frowned. He has nothing to do with the white spider and the unknown creature? Is the transaction with White Spider's friends just a coincidence?

"What is that?" Colson suspected that he was dazzled, or that he didn't have a good rest last night?

He saw a tall and ferocious skeleton walking out from behind the corner. It was like a ridiculous horror legend in the Middle Ages. The dead were awakened from hell by evil wizards, peeling off their decaying flesh and blood, dragging the pale bones to seek revenge on the living.

Coulson saw the skeleton lift its skull and stare at him through the screen with lifeless empty eyes. Coulson suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and felt the hair on his body stand on end and goose bumps.

Soon the skeleton looked away, as if it was just a coincidence that it was staring at the camera. It walked to the damaged vending machine, bent down and stretched out its pale bone claws, and took out... a bottle of Coke from under the vending machine?

Then it turned back to the young man and handed the Coke to the young man.

What is it? Where did it come from? Colson's mind raced, trying to find an explanation for this unreasonableness.

robot? 3D projection? Or... the undead from the legend?

"Jingle bell~"

Coulson was awakened by the ringing of the phone. He took a deep breath and showed his signature smile again, but this time it was solemn.

"Director, you can't imagine what I just saw."

The person talking to Coulson was the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury, a black man with a highly recognizable bald head and one-eyed look. He was the strongest agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and had level 10 authority.

"I know, I just watched the video." Nick's voice was calm, as if Coulson had been injected with a tranquilizer to calm him down.

"What do you think of the unidentified object in the video." Nick used the term "unidentified object" because he couldn't tell what the skeleton was, whether it was a living thing, a machine, or a legendary creature?

"I'm not sure." Coulson smiled bitterly. "I'm not even sure what I'm seeing." Things from myths and legends suddenly appeared in reality, which made him feel extremely absurd.

"We can't determine the origin or whether he is a mutant. We know nothing about this mysterious figure. Even though his face was captured on surveillance, we can't even find his social security number."

After hearing Colson's words, Nick was silent for a while, and Colson stopped, waiting for the director's instructions.

"Three days ago, a motel was set on fire." Nick suddenly said something unrelated. "A large amount of DNA residues of three people were found inside, and their identities could not be identified, but the bones of the three people were missing."

"Seal all materials related to this person and raise the access authority to level seven. Coulson, follow up on the hotel case to see if there is any connection."

"Understood, Director." Coulson trusted Nick extremely.

But Nick, it's not that he doesn't trust Coulson, it's that Nick doesn't trust anyone, not even himself. He never tells the same person all the information. Mysticism is the principle he has followed in his decades of agent career.

Nick hung up the phone, stood in front of the window and thought for a long time, broadcasting another call.

"Natasha, stop playing around, I have a job for you."