A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 20 Treasure Drop: Skrulls in Disguise (Recommendation please!!!)
boom!
The butcher, who was hit in the head by Hawke's heavy leg, instantly turned into a football. He was directly kicked away by Hawke, and with a bang, he directly smashed into a partition wall of the restaurant, accompanied by dust all over the sky and The spilled green liquid crashed onto the floor and even slid several meters.

"Boom!"

Hawk landed steadily, and suddenly frowned: "Hiss!"

Look down.

On the arm, a drop of green liquid stuck to it, which seemed to be corrosive, and it was making a scorching sound.

In an instant.

Hawke's arm was bleeding.

next second!
The growth talent was running rapidly, and the moment the arm bleeds, it instantly returned to its original state.

"What the hell?"

Hawk directly wiped off the green liquid on his arm, and frowned: "Green blood, is it really not from Earth?"

at this time.

From the butcher who was lying on the ground and had his head kicked off by Hawk, a red light ball that instantly caught Hawk's eye jumped out of the butcher's body.

A bouncing, red ball of light hit Hawk directly.

moment.

【Ding! 】

【Strength +2】

【Physical +2】

[Foreign language: Skrull +1]

[Talent: "Skrull's Disguise", "Shard +1"]

[Skrull's camouflage is one of the best talents in the universe. He not only allows you to easily pretend to be anyone, but also allows you to obtain his short-term memory. 】

【Collect ten fragments to successfully unlock the Scruws' camouflage talent. 】

"Skrulls?"

Accompanied by the information from the plug-in confirming the death, after the red light ball entered the body at this moment, the strength increased by two points, and the constitution increased by two points. Apart from the same language, what surprised Hawke most was the fragment of the last talent disguise.

next second.

After putting on his coat again, Hawke put the Beretta pistol away, held the half-drinked coffee, and walked directly towards the partition. After walking through the broken partition, he saw the lying On the ground, it was like a butcher lying in the green watermelon juice that had passed the expiration date.

only……

Lying in the rotten watermelon juice is a human butcher whose physique is as strong as a hill. Lying in the rotten watermelon juice is a headless corpse with a green complexion, a thin body, and a height of only about 160 centimeters. .

"Huh!"

Seeing this scene, Hawke couldn't help but pause: "You're really a Skrull."

There are aliens on Earth, that's normal.

After all, Mephisto, the god of hell, shows his miracles in bars in Texas from time to time, looking for people to lend usury all over the world.

So there are gods on the earth, and there is nothing to be surprised about if there are aliens.

but……

Hawk knows that there are Skrulls on the earth, just like knowing that there is Mephisto on the earth, just knowing, but seeing it with his own eyes, this is the first time he has come.

An alien refugee, why don't he live an upper-class life under the protection of that black corned egg, and come to New York City to become a killer?
what do you think.

Question marks popped out of Hawk's head one after another.

at this time.

Hawk returned to his senses and turned his head to take a look. Outside the restaurant, the New York Police Department, which had assembled and was about to rush in, raised his eyebrows.

next second.

Hawke took a sip of the coffee in his hand, turned around, stepped directly past the headless alien corpse under him, walked into the kitchen of the restaurant, and then walked out through the small door leading from the kitchen to the alley behind the restaurant.

"dog Dog Dog!"

"NYPD!"

"NYPD!"

"lay down……"

The moment Hawke left the restaurant through the small kitchen door, the heavily armed New York Police Department special police roared their slogans, and rushed directly into the restaurant wearing body armor and carrying a bullet gun.

but……

Everyone was a little dumbfounded looking at the restaurant full of ruins but empty.

What about people?

What about people?

Fortunately, the captain of the special police came back to his senses quickly, gestured again and again, and then the special police behind him filed in and quickly surrounded the restaurant.

When several special agents cooperated with each other and walked to the partition wall, one of the special agents saw the green corpse lying in the broken watermelon juice with sharp eyes, and was taken aback for a moment before saying: "Captain, we found the corpse!"

The special police in other directions also sent signals again and again.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

"Safety."

After listening to the team members' report and showing that it was safe, the special service captain, who slightly relaxed his bullet gun, heard the report that the body was found, looked at the special police who made the noise, and walked over.

Like the special policeman who found the corpse, when the special police captain saw the green-skinned corpse in the spoiled watermelon juice, he didn't have enough brains and was stunned.

10 minute later.

The entire restaurant was completely sealed off by the New York Police Department, and even the reporters who rushed over after hearing of the gun battle in downtown Manhattan were driven away from the restaurant.

15 minute later.

An unremarkable black Chevrolet SUV snorted and pulled up beside the raised cordon.

In the sky, a helicopter circled and docked in mid-air with a rumbling sound.

Walking out of a black Chevrolet SUV, a man with sunglasses and a black suit dressed like a man in black pulled the cordon off, walked straight into the restaurant, took out his ID, and looked at the restaurant full of people. The special police officer said in an arrogant tone, "Who is in charge."

Detective George Stacey, who was talking with the SWAT captain, looked back, saw the man in black appearing at the door of the restaurant, frowned, and walked over: "I am, you are..."

"National Security Agency!"

The man in black handed his ID to Detective George Stacey who came over, took off his sunglasses, and revealed a good-natured face: "National Security Agency, Senior Special Investigations Agent Phil Coulson."

Detective George Stacey glanced at the ID in his hand, and handed it back to Phil Coulson, a special investigation agent who claimed to be from the National Security Agency: "George Stacey West, NYPD, Major Crimes, Detective Chief."

Phil Coulson retracted his documents, and his eyes fell on the green headless body that was carried out by the special police from the broken watermelon: "I think you have received orders, Inspector Stacey, the body found here , let me take over."

George Stacey nodded expressionlessly.

When Phil Coulson saw this, he didn't say much, but nodded to the two detectives dressed in black who came in behind him: "Go and receive it, pay attention, this corpse is because Encountered an unknown chemical attack, it must be eliminated as soon as possible!"

Done.

Phil Coulson gave Detective George Stacy a friendly smile in front of him.

……

(End of this chapter)