Marvel's Speedster

Good news happened to Sheriff Wolfe today. A stranger who claimed to be a sales representative of Damico Trading Company found his office in the town and offered Mr. Sheriff a deal that he couldn't refuse-as long as Wolfe and him If his subordinates ignored the small incidents that happened in the jurisdiction in the past two days, he could get a considerable amount of remuneration from the strangers.

Wolfe, 45, is a local sheriff in Queens. He is not part of the federal police and city police system and is mainly responsible for this area in the suburbs. Although his power is not small, his income is not high. Compared with the annual salary of more than 40,000 yuan for police officers of the same level in New York City, his income is only about 30,000 yuan, which is less than the median annual income of American families. Wolfe has long been dissatisfied with the fact that he often risked his life to fight on the front line of crime. So when he encountered this opportunity today, he only nodded and agreed after a little thought. Anyway, Queens has the largest number of foreign immigrants, social order is chaotic, and disappearances often occur every year. It doesn’t matter if you add a high school student with an ordinary background big deal 0

With this kind of excitement, Wolfe drove all the way home, his young wife called not long ago, saying that she got a good thing and wanted to share it with her husband.

What could it be? Wolfe held the steering wheel and imagined, recalling his wife's warm | ambiguous | teasing | tone, and her hot | Step on the gas pedal to speed up and drive towards home.

Soon the familiar house appeared beside the road, Wolfe drove straight into the garage, and then went back to the door, took out the key to open the door, he found the living room window with the curtains drawn, the light was dim, and the upstairs bathroom There was the sound of rushing water, as if someone was taking a bath inside.

Wolfe laughed lewdly, he loosened a few buttons on his neckline, exposing his furry chest in the cool air, then walked upstairs lightly, lying in front of the bathroom door and listening quietly A few seconds later, he heard his wife humming intermittently with a nasal voice from inside, so he couldn't hold back his excitement anymore, he pushed open the door and rushed into the hospital.

"Amy, here I come..."

The sheriff yelled in a rough voice, stepped into the bathroom impatiently, and was about to take off his shirt.

But he had just taken two steps when his eyes suddenly bulged.

He saw his young and beautiful wife, Amy, sitting naked in the bathtub, her complexion was ghastly green by the headlights, the corners of her mouth were covered with thick black plasma, her pale skin was soaked in bright red liquid, and there was a stench. The pungent smell then came out and permeated the whole room.

"Wolfe..." The corpse-like Amy stared straight at her husband who broke into the bathroom|room, and let out an indistinct growl from the back of her throat. She made no secret of her deep soul. Hungry|thirsty|longing, he slowly crawled out of the pool of blood, and the uncle walked leisurely towards the sheriff.

"Slightly...slightly..." The rough-looking Wolfe opened his eyes wide. In fact, he is not as brave and powerful as he looks. When he suddenly encountered such a terrifying scene, his psychological defense was immediately defeated, his body lost control, his feet were nailed to the ground and he could not move, his pupils gradually dilated, and his whole body was drenched in sweat .....

If he has the power of Jessica, maybe At the moment still has a glimmer of hope to get rid of the spiritual invasion, and then find that there are neither terrible zombies nor monster blood pools in the bathroom, except for his staring eyes sitting on the toilet Apart from his wife, Amy, who sings alone, everything is an illusion.

But Wolfe can't do it. He is just an ordinary person with weak will.

The figure swayed, Ross walked out from the other side of the room, his eyes shone with a faint golden light, as mysterious and profound as a black hole connecting another world, completely attracted Wolfe's gaze, and put all his spiritual will into it, and the whole person became In a daze, my mind went blank.

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At the moment Frank D'Amico's men are entrenched in the auto repair shop where the South American gangsters had an accident. It is located on the edge of the town, with a remote environment and few pedestrians around. It is very suitable for daily work such as kidnapping and torture.

Secret sentries were set up near the abandoned factory building, and there were many gunmen ambushing inside, but their purpose of this trip was not just to deal with the tenth graders of Queens High School. A small matter, the reason why he personally brought people to the town was originally to lure the real enemy to show up, and Ross was just a pawn in their plan.

If not for other scruples, even with their apparent strength, they can take away any high school student directly at the school gate, but now, in order not to disturb all parties, Old Qiao can't let his reckless subordinates be too presumptuous.

"Is the Tiaozi unblocked?" Lao Qiao stood upstairs and looked down at the crowd waiting below, and asked after wiping the oily sweat off his face.

"The sheriff has already collected the money. As long as the disturbance here is not excessive, he will pretend not to see it." The gentle-looking assistant replied.

Old Joe nodded, the news made him feel a little more relaxed.

"Keep an eye on the high school student. If he doesn't sneak away, we'll wait until after school in the afternoon... Don't forget that there is also the young master of the Osborn family in the school, which is one of the top 100 large enterprises in the world. It's not a wise choice to offend Norman Osborn. Please try to be gentle with your actions, and don't cause meaningless troubles, otherwise, whoever dares to make trouble, I will throw that person into Frank's shark breeding tank to feed the sharks! "Old Qiao reprimanded his subordinates until they dared not look up, and everyone took the order to heart.

The United States is a country dominated by capitalists. Compared with industrial giants like Osborn Industries, Frank's gang is no different from a nest of ants under the feet of Titan. They have to be careful.

Seeing his subordinates reassuring, Old Qiao finally ended the warning, and then he checked everyone's equipment one by one, making sure that everyone had loaded the bullets and installed the silencer before rest assured.

Now people are ambushed in every position in the factory building, and no team member will be left alone. Under such a strict arrangement, no matter whether it is Kick-off King or Spider-man, they can't escape their net. Old Joe had this confidence. As long as the other party dared to appear in front of him, he would be able to arrest the beast that secretly attacked the organization, see what he looked like, and bring him back to Brooklyn overnight for interrogation.

Time passed little by little, and when it was almost noon, the spies outside suddenly sent back a message.

"The boss drove the police car over here."

Needless to say, Old Joe had already heard the piercing sirens getting closer, and he couldn't help glaring at the assistant next to him, asking his subordinates what was going on with his eyes.

"How could this be? He obviously took the money!" The assistant, with an expression of disbelief, repeatedly defended himself under the pressure of his boss.

They deliberately concealed their strength and only showed a small number of people to the outside world, which should not attract the attention of the police.

"How many reports and how many cars are there?" Old Qiao endured the anxiety in his heart, first ordered his subordinates to put away all their guns, and resumed vigilance after dealing with the police.

"There is only one car, and there is only one person in the car." The spy's report puzzled Old Qiao and the others, and it didn't look like they were about to turn their faces.

"Maybe he just wanted to warn us not to make the scene too big." The assistant guessed from behind.

Old Joe didn't answer, he walked quickly to the wall, stared outside through the gap in the iron door, and the assistant went over to talk to Sheriff Wolfe, and after another minute, the sheriff was holding a stack of just With the banknotes in hand, he drove away from the road in front of the factory building.

"Fuck, greedy pig, bastard who can never get enough to feed." He cursed a few times, turned around and returned to the factory building, and before he had time to order his subordinates to prepare their weapons again, and continued to ambush, suddenly a ball It broke the glass, flew in from the window, and landed on the floor in the center of the workshop with a crisp sound.

With a bang, a bright light suddenly erupted in the dimly lit hall, and the dazzling white light immediately dazzled the eyes of more than twenty people present, causing most of the gunmen to temporarily lose their eyesight.

In the chaos, the light in the factory building flickered on and off, the sound of pistols and micro-guns bursting continuously and the people's panicked shouts were intertwined and mixed, and the dots of light from the muzzles of the guns turned into a string of tongues of flames that bloomed violently. Some people were unfortunately hit by their companions, and their bodies lost their balance and fell to the ground. Others were more alert, lying down early, holding their heads tightly to avoid the stray bullets randomly scattered by their companions.

Only ten seconds later, the hall was already in a state of chaos. More than 20 elite gunmen were half dead, and the rest were wounded, with blood spilling all over the ground.

The fierce gunshots were processed by the silencer and were quite low. When the ambushing people outside heard the news and rushed in, the accomplices inside had basically lost their combat effectiveness. Ross sneaked into the place while Wolfe was attracting everyone's attention, and now he was standing in the corridor on the second floor, holding the two pistols he had taken from Old Joe in both hands, aiming calmly and accurately at the downstairs.

During the melee, the wall behind him was gouged out by many bullets, and a large piece of concrete was peeled off by the impact, covering his whole body in faint smoke, but the bullets fired by Ross' hands seemed to have eyes, and every time he fired All through the spreading dust, mercilessly taking away an enemy's life.

In the end, the two gunmen who tried to rush up the stairs were headshot, and the noisy factory building finally calmed down. The survivors lying on the ground no longer dared to look at Ross's direction. They all fell in a pool of blood, as if killed collectively Generally silent.

The rest of them were so well behaved that Ross put down his pistol too. He didn't intend to kill all these people, because it would be too serious if it was discovered, and the death of dozens of people would definitely attract the close attention of the federal agencies, and he didn't have to do it.

If it wasn't for Old Joe's layout design that was too tight to deal with other opponents, making it difficult for people to defeat them one by one, and his current control power is quite limited, in fact, it would be a better choice to turn all the Hypnotic Abilities of these people into his own cannon fodder .

But it's not too bad now, there is always a way to erase this little trouble.

Ross put down the gun, walked downstairs step by step, stretched out a hand and dragged the ashen-faced old Joe out of the crowd, and took him to the next room to talk.

"Meet you for the first time, I'm Ross."

He introduced his identity in a flat tone, and taking advantage of the moment when Old Qiao raised his head in surprise, his two pairs of eyes looked deeply at each other. .