American Comics: BOSS Invasion

New York, Sentinel Special Operations Headquarters.

Jesse pushed open the door to the conference room and was surprised to find it already packed.

Working in the government, he was highly skilled at identifying various agencies.

Jesse glanced around and noticed that among the people present, besides those obviously in military uniforms, there were also FBI agents in stiff suits, Homeland Security personnel, and even the New York Police Department's SWAT team.

Adding the few people sitting in the front row, who were clearly bigwigs, there were nearly 100 people in the entire conference room.

Just as Jesse was stunned, a person on the podium suddenly waved.

As soon as Jesse sat down, the black man turned his head and said, "Anthony Kruger! Police Inspector of the 15th Precinct in New York!"

"Jesse Turner, Sentinel Special Operations…"

"I know who you are, Jesse!" Anthony said with a smile, "You know, because of the special nature of the Sentinels and their methods, the police rarely deal with them.

A considerable number of us believe that Sentinels are all perverts who can kill a little girl without batting an eye just because she is a mutant.

I don't know what your reputation is in the West, but I can tell you that in New York and the surrounding two or three states, the Sentinel Special Operations' reputation is basically equivalent to that of a perverted serial killer.

But you are an exception! I have heard your name more than once.

I heard that you stick to your principles and have been suspended or even oppressed by your superiors. On this point, I have to give you a thumbs up. To be able to stick to your principles, maintain a clear mind, have your own thoughts, and not be a tool for the wicked among a group of scumbags is the most shining point in your humanity!"

Anthony smiled, patted Jesse on the shoulder, and sincerely said a few words of encouragement.

Jesse was almost dumbfounded by what he said, and didn't get a word in from beginning to end.

After reacting for a long while, he could only smile wryly, nodded, replied with a thank you, and said nothing more.

In fact, Jesse didn't know what he should say.

The position of the Sentinel Special Operations has always been quite awkward.

Although it enjoys law enforcement power, none of the other violent institutions, such as the FBI, the Homeland Resources Bureau, or even the police, regard the Sentinel Special Operations as an equal unit.

Perhaps because mutants are full of uncertainty and a lot of profit, the Sentinel Special Operations is also full of uncertainty.

This makes the agency well-funded and powerful. It is like the youngest son born in the American political system, receiving endless love.

Even favoritism.

This favoritism comes precisely from the interests of mutants.

People dare not be sure whether the Sentinel Special Operations arrests mutants to create profits for interest groups or to maintain world peace.

Seeing Jesse take his seat, the person on the podium began to continue the main topic.

"Next is the detailed autopsy report. I won't go into details here. If anyone is interested, you can check it on the internal website. I have already had someone enter it in advance.

This physique is very peculiar. Under normal death circumstances, there are no abnormalities.

But once an autopsy is performed, or simply put, when the body is subjected to excessive damage, it triggers a peculiar recovery ability."

The big screen switched to a picture of a middle-aged man lying flat on a bed.

Jesse keenly sensed something and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Sure enough, the following short video completely reproduced the strange scene he had seen before.

The middle-aged man, just a few dozen seconds ago, was still a corpse with only the upper half of his body left, but as soon as the doctor moved the knife on his chest, the cells seemed to come back to life. Not only did his lower limbs regenerate rapidly, but the blood in his body also appeared out of thin air, and the paleness of his skin was broken in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man lay there peacefully, as if he had just fallen asleep and could open his eyes at any time.

"We have mobilized 7 laboratories and more than 100 experts from all fields. Through various testing methods, we have not found anything special in this corpse!"

The man emphasized, "Please note, I said anything! There is no x gene in his body. He is not a mutant, and the cells and genes in his body have not been distorted.

From any level, this is a real human being! But this strange situation has indeed happened! This makes our experts feel very puzzled!"

Jesse watched the person on the podium emphasize the content of the report with a serious expression.

His eyes showed a bit of curiosity. He tilted his head slightly and asked softly, "Who is this person?"

"Special Advisor to the Department of Homeland Security! I heard his name is Macy, or something like that. I was distracted when he introduced himself earlier and didn't hear it.

But I have heard of this person. He has been helping the Department of Homeland Security deal with spies and is an expert in interrogation.

In his daily life, he is very interested in supernatural stories, and he even specifically participated in a haunted house event organized online.

This time, the medical and biological experts didn't get any results, and the higher-ups felt that things were very strange, so they called him over."

Special Advisor? Jesse shook his head.

Advisors are worthless. They just have a nice-sounding name and can freely enter and exit the headquarters of violent institutions.

Macy continued, "We speculate that these people were uniformly injected with a magical potion, obtaining a magical power.

And it is this power that allows their corpses to regenerate."

At this time, a bigwig in military uniform sitting in the first row shouted impatiently, "Stop talking about extraneous things and get to the point!"

Macy nodded, "Okay! Now that everyone has understood the special nature of these people, let's officially enter the main topic of this meeting.

Gathering people from various agencies here is mainly because this matter has caused a great uproar.

The destruction of the Atlanta base is just one of them.

In the past week, these people have suddenly sprung up everywhere like mushrooms after rain.

They are well-trained, fully armed, and dressed like special forces, but they are carrying out assassination missions.

Within a few days, more than 300 homicides have occurred nationwide, all committed by these people!"

On the big screen, the pictures kept changing, showing one crime scene after another.

"The crime scenes are all over the United States. They appear at irregular times, but their actions are equally clean and efficient.

We have tried to capture them many times, but these people are fearless of death. Even if they fight to the last person, they will never surrender! They are very difficult to deal with!"