The Scientist Returning From Marvel

Taylor used 7 days to steal the personal resume files of 1 million citizens of the United States for the Skrulls. Although in the eyes of ordinary people, this is an astronomical figure. But at this speed, it will take nearly seven years to obtain the files of all American citizens.

Not to mention that the goal of the Skrulls is the information of all the people on Earth. Even if Taylor can get it, it will take more than 100 years, which is unacceptable to the Skrulls.

According to the memory information detected by Luna, the Skrulls are going to calculate the past behavior records of all earth people to figure out who will rise up to resist when they invade the earth in the future, and before that, pass the secret on the moon. Weapons kill these people in advance.

This seems to be a very simple and crude plan, but it is also extremely effective when applied. The Scruis needed resources, so they chose to invade the earth. The Skrulls needed slaves, so they chose to kill the humans who might resist and leave the humans who would not resist as slaves.

It's just that they didn't expect that the first step of the plan went wrong. The personal resume data of all the people on earth, these things are not considered confidential, but once they are collected on a large scale, it will be very difficult.

Originally, the Skrulls planned to infiltrate the high-level interior of the major countries on the earth to steal these materials, but the earthlings are not stupid.

After the 900 spies lurking in many countries have been exposed one after another, it seems that only the one in the United States has unexpectedly succeeded.

It's not because of anything else, it's because of the village of the special response force to the issue of mutants, or because of the existence of Powell Taylor.

"Your purpose is to file files, but you have also seen my current situation, which is inefficient." Taylor looked at Patch sinisterly: "There is no way to break through this predicament, but I need your help. Helping me is equivalent to Help yourselves, I think you will not refuse."

Patch looked at Taylor expressionlessly, and said, "You are an ambitious guy, Taylor, that's why we chose to cooperate with you."

"Thank you for your compliment.

"Let's get down to business. Tell me, how do you want us to help you?"

Taylor sneered again, and he said: "As I said just now, with my current position, I can only use this speed to get you the information you want. The reason is the same, and it is because my superiors are obstructive." From Mr. President, to Mr. Wuqing, and all the higher-ups, everything I do is under their strict supervision."

Patch said: "This is the supervision that your special force must be subject to. After all, your predecessor, Chris Manson, has learned from the past, and everyone has seen it."

"That's why I say that there are many difficulties. Civilian files, these are not things worth caring about at all, but the stubborn people above are as sensitive to everything as you are. If, if I can get past them... stand on a more important position than them High seat... No matter what I do, no one can stop me!"

Patch frowned, as if thinking of something, he said: "Taylor, do you want to

"I will be the president of this country!" Taylor's desire hidden under his face finally came out of the water; "As long as I stand at the apex of power in the United States, no matter what I do, no one will stop me!"

"With the system of your earth and the United States, even the president's behavior is always restricted by others?"

Taylor said intoxicatedly: "That's true, but there will never be any obstacles to mobilizing civilian files. Moreover, we in the United States have tested global information, and it is easy to get the files of citizens of other countries. Isn't this in your favor? As long as I become president, you can get what you want immediately!

Patch didn't make a sound, he stared into Tyler's eyes, and Taylor's lustful eyes stared at Patch. The two confronted each other like this, and were silent for a while.

"Powell Taylor." Patch said: "I chose to cooperate with you because I saw your hidden desire. But I didn't expect your desire (agah) to be so strong. You want to be the president, don't you... "

Taylor was still intoxicated by it: "That's right! Only by standing at the apex of power can I not be controlled by anyone! This country is rotten and what needs to be changed! Those old things must be removed, otherwise Manson's tragedy will be destroyed. Over and over again. Enough, enough! I'm going to put my ambitions in the history books of this country. That's why I choose to work with you, Skrulls."

Patch was silent for a while, and said: "Yes, what you said is very reasonable. If you want to be free from anyone, you must stand at the top. At least, if you want to get the file, this is the fastest shortcut .”

"You are very smart, so, do you agree to help me? If you use your Skrulls' imitation ability to make some small moves, it will not be difficult to become the president. Although the time for the general election has not yet arrived, if something happens to the president If 'accidentally' dies, then the power will naturally be temporarily taken over by the acting president. Hehe...

"You're right, then let Powell Taylor be president of this country.

Taylor laughed excitedly: "That's right! You should have done that long ago! As long as I..."

However, before Taylor finished speaking, his expression froze on his face.

In front of him, Patch changed into his appearance, looking at him with the same eyes. The two Taylors looked at each other, just like looking in a mirror.

"You, what do you mean!" Taylor roared, and at the same time an ominous premonition came to his heart: "Where is Fa, Faluolin!? Aren't you inseparable!"

Patch, who had turned into Taylor, smiled, and even imitated the desire hidden in the smile.

"As you said, let Taylor be president. But Taylor doesn't have to be you. As for Fallolin..."

Taylor only felt a chill on his chest, looked down, and saw that a sharp knife had pierced his chest, his heart, and came out from his chest.

At this time, the figure of Farorin also walked out from behind him.

"You, you...you want to..." Taylor's mouth was bleeding, and he couldn't speak.

Patch laughed and said: "I didn't want to do it so quickly, but your desire emerged, and the observation of you has reached the last step, and the 'perfect imitation' of you has also been completed.

"Damn.....alien..... bastard..."

Patch, disguised as Tyler, laughed as Tyler took his last breath.

"Then as you wish, the president of this country, I, 'Powell Taylor' will do it!".