Marvel's Spear Bureau Secret Service

Chu Ling followed the navigation system and shuttled through the city of Houston.

He opened the window and pulled off his tie. When he saw the vehicle in front of him finally turning around, he started the car and moved forward.

"Sorry, the road ahead is closed."

Chu Ling took out his ID: "From the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau."

The seemingly young policeman stared at the ID for a long time, and then saluted. Although he didn't know what department it was, he knew it was a higher-level department just from the long name and the country.

"Sir, it's really impassable."

Chu Ling looked at the roadside and pointed: "Can you help me find a place to park?"

"ok, sir."

I arrived in Houston from Washington early in the morning. It was almost noon. Originally, my earliest mission was to go to a private train repair and manufacturing factory in the suburbs. However, after I contacted Felix Black in Houston, he directly asked me to come here. They merged with a street on the other side first, and they had completed the investigation work on the train factory.

After waiting for the Houston police to arrange a parking space for him, Chu Ling directly carried his work box and moved forward.

Along the way, I saw people from various departments, the police, the fire department, and many criminal policemen in suits.

Of course, the FBI, who had just dealt with him in New York, also saw it here. Chu Ling raised his eyebrows and realized that the situation here was so complicated. However, he walked to the alley and saw more people and a mess. A whole street later, he understood what was going on.

"Oh, is there a war here?"

Chu Ling unbuttoned his suit and looked at the chaotic street, which was a little messy.

This is a one-way road that is not very spacious. There were originally parking spaces on both sides of the road, but now in the parking spaces marked with grids on the ground, not a single car listened carefully, and they were all pushed towards both sides of the road by a huge force. After turning it over, the vehicles were in tatters and most of them were burned to pieces. The shops along the street were also burned to pieces.

He could understand why there were so many firefighters here.

There was a yellow warning line on the left and right of the sidewalk on both sides of the road. Chu Ling walked along the road without stopping, looking left and right.

After walking a few steps and listening to the footsteps, I looked down at the middle of the road. There was a straight crack in the middle of the cement road leading to the end of the road.

"Laser cannon?" Looking at the cracks running through the entire street and the scenes on both sides of the road, Chu Ling reflexively thought of scenes from science fiction movies.

But when I looked back, I was a little confused. Although the two sides of the road behind did not want to be so bright after the cracks started, the vehicles on both sides of the road were not intact. At least the windows were shattered, and the vehicles were less visible. There were some scorch marks and the trees on both sides of the sidewalk were burned out.

I squatted down and looked at the crack. In the middle of the crack was a straight groove, estimated to be about 20 centimeters wide, with cracks squeezed out on both sides.

"Car? Motorcycle?" He squatted down and looked around. When he saw that no one was paying attention to him, he quickly pulled off a broken cement stone with his fingers, then stood up and continued walking forward. He opened his palm and looked at the cement stone. The color was pitch black, as if it had been instantly roasted by the high temperature. He brought it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and his brows immediately wrinkled deeply.

A very familiar smell, a strong smell of sulfur.

"Sorry, give me a moment."

Chu Ling turned around, and then immediately thought about taking a step aside. This was another group of professional people on this road, cameramen carrying cameras, and reporters holding microphones.

Reporters from many news stations and newspapers came over. They were outside the cordon along this road, grabbing residents along the street or the police for questioning and recording.

"Can you describe what you saw?"

Chu Ling, who was about to walk away, paused and looked at the passers-by.

"I don't know, it looks like a supernatural phenomenon. I heard the explosion behind me and saw fire outside the window and downstairs..."

After Chu Ling listened to a few words, he walked forward, followed by meaningless content.

"Ready, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1"

"Can you describe to us the person who rescued you?"

Chu Ling stopped again and looked at the other group that was interviewing, from News Channel 3. The first thing he looked at was the beautiful reporter holding the microphone.

It's not because of her beauty or anything, at least it seems that the person in her 30s is an aunt to him, but he has some impression of this reporter. The Johnny Speed ​​interview he watched yesterday seemed to be her too, what's her name and what's her surname? Simpson.

"Well, first of all, I will never forget him."

Chu Ling looked at the person being interviewed again, and then realized the reporter's question, "The person who saved her?"eyewitness?The fat American girl answered the questions nervously.

"Tall, broad-shouldered and skinny."

"He was riding a flashy car, all fire."

Chu Ling's eyes lit up and he looked at the cracks on the ground.

"Also, his face is a skeleton, and it's still on fire." Chu Ling instantly raised his head and stared at the person being interviewed.

"Getting angry?" The reporters and photographers seemed to be holding back laughter, but Chu Ling's face was surprisingly serious.

"Yes, it's like..." The fat girl raised her hands and gestured on her head, "Wow, wow, such a big flame."

Chu Ling thought of that girl Lin Qilin. Except that her head was not a skeleton, it looked a bit like her transformed appearance, but her hair only looked like flames, but her hair still didn't really turn into fire.

"Also, it sounds a little weird, but it suits him. I mean, he's dressed very avant-garde, but he's super handsome."

The reporter seemed to have lost interest, and took back the microphone and pointed it at his mouth: "That sounds incredible, Roxanne Simpson, live report!"

After the other party finished speaking, he took off the microphone and said to the girl expressionlessly: "Thank you."

Chu Ling thought for a moment, lifted the box, opened it, and took out an ID card. After watching the cameraman walk away, he closed the box and walked to the girl.

"Hello, I'm Agent Chu from the FBI. Can you tell me more about it?"

The girl looked at the FBI ID in Chu Ling's hand with a confused expression.

Chu Ling was stunned for a moment. Was there something wrong with his ID?

"Didn't you ask about it just now?"

The corners of Chu Ling's mouth twitched, and the corners of his eyes suddenly glanced to the side to get to the news interview car. Roxanne Simpson was about to leave over there, but the people around him looked familiar to him.

"There are some omissions that I need to ask. Is the person who rescued you dressed in black, with a black leather jacket on the upper body, black jeans on the lower body, and black leather shoes?" Chu Ling looked at the side of the interview car and described it quickly.

"Yes."

"Is your height around 185c?" Chu Ling pointed out that his height was slightly higher than his own by 2 centimeters.

"Well, almost the same as you."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Chu Ling narrowed his eyes as he looked at the man talking next to Roxanne Simpson. All the comments about his clothes and height were directed at this man.

This man is Johnny Blazer, the 'Johnny on Fire' who just drove across the American Stadium yesterday.

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