The World is Sick

"Did you just say... Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistic Support Bureau? Are they agents here to investigate mysterious incidents? Like 007?"

Kevin raised his pistol, scratched his head, and kept hearing the woman's noisy questioning.

No wonder the group of people on the speedboat yesterday reacted so violently after seeing him.

In addition, the reason why the two white and black police officers did not give him a mobile phone for identity verification made sense.

"The one lying on the bed is your wife? Your partner? Could it be a beautiful spy?"

At this time, the familiar female forensic doctor on the opposite side was still chattering and questioning, and the rough breathing sound in the corridor was approaching the door.

"Want to know? Come closer, I will tell you quietly..."

The commander narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled brightly, and warmly hooked the female forensic doctor.

The curious female forensic doctor rushed over excitedly like a puppy seeing a bone.

However, the cold muzzle of the gun immediately hit her forehead.

"Hey, put your hands up and go forward..."

The joking reply reminded the hot-headed female forensic doctor that the man in front of her was an unknown person who hijacked a police officer and forcibly broke into the dissection room.

Outside the door, a strong Indian man in a bulletproof vest was holding a Remington, ready to invade violently.

And with his beckoning, the old Slavic partner would take out the shock bomb with satisfaction, put his left hand on the ring, and quietly stepped forward.

However, the seven or eight police officers behind the two were holding their pistols tightly, their hearts beating like a drum, and they seemed a little nervous.

They have seen the situation in the interrogation room, the monster deformed the metal door with one kick!When running in the corridor, I almost couldn't see the shadow clearly!

Not to mention that this guy is carrying an adult in his hand!

However, just as the strong Slavic man was about to throw the shock bomb in his hand into the dissection room, the female forensic doctor with a stiff face raised her hands and walked out slowly, shouting.

"Don't shoot, he's inside with a gun and another hostage, and now wants to talk to you..."

Everyone stopped at one step and three times, and went forward to check tremblingly, but they didn't find the culprit.

But the female forensic doctor who was facing them locked her surprised eyes on the man who jumped down with bare feet and silently at the vent behind them.

Actually...I hate violence the most...

Kevin looked at the group of policemen who were paying attention to the dissection room, rolled their eyes helplessly, and said in his heart.

Immediately, screams and gunshots came from the corridor one after another, and the dull sound of flesh hitting the wall made the female forensic doctor crouching down with her head in her arms, huddled at the door, too frightened to open her eyes.

"Now, it's time to negotiate..."

On the piled-up mountain of meat, Kevin, sitting at the top, held his chin, and smilingly issued a "friendly" application to the captives.

There is no way, his identity is now in doubt, and he has a criminal record of hurting others. According to the standards of American law enforcement, directly killing him is a normal operation.

Therefore, to verify himself, Kevin can only think of the current stupid method - beat them all to the ground...

At most, a few fractures were broken, and they were still panting anyway. With the display of absolute strength, without hurting their lives, they must believe part of their identity as agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

When Kevin and A2 disappeared, the people who returned to Los Angeles joined Tony, Steve and others, and began to search the entire city.

In any case, it's time to find out the rats in the gutter of [Skynet]!

ps: Another month has passed, let’s add updates on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.

Chapter 280 Chapter [-] Humans, a crushing defeat!

One week later, Catalina Island, double-storey sea view villa, in the living room.

A handsome man and a woman are sitting across the table, playing chess. Judging from the situation, it is obvious that the woman has the upper hand, and the man is just trying to hold on by docking the gecko's tail.

"General..."

The awakened Juhar robot A2 pushed the chariot forward and violently broke into the opponent's royal court.

"I think...you shouldn't profane faith..."

The commander, whose face recovered a bit of blood, moved his "king" away, leaving the "bishop" exposed under the wheels of the opponent's chariot.

"General..."

A2's expression was indifferent, and he was not moved by it at all. After eating the "faith", he advanced again. At the same time, he took the alarm clock, wound it up, and waited for the time to pass.

"How about... let's take a step back?"

Kevin withdrew the "knight" who had gone deep alone, with a sincere and touching smile on his face.

"General..."

A2 is like a porcelain doll with an expressionless face. The "Guardian" presses on and knocks out Kevin's "Knight".

Looking at the only "Knight" and "King" left on the chessboard, the corners of Kevin's mouth twitched, and he rested his forehead in deep thought.

Time passed by every minute and every second, when the timekeeping alarm rang, A2 stretched out his lotus arms, and grabbed the box of plum candy in the center of the table as a bet.

"Wait! I..."

Kevin pressed A2's wrist with a serious expression, as if he had something important to announce.

"I think the weather outside is nice, suitable for walking by the sea, how about pushing the wheelchair for you, it's free!"

walk? A2 turned his head and glanced outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the dark cloud was pulling Huameitang's five fingers, and increased his strength.

"You forced me to do this! Seal the game! I'll win you tomorrow morning! Have you ever seen Jedi counterattack?!"

Kevin once again pulled the plum sugar back a few inches towards A2, full of sternness.

"You have used this method, the 11th round...18 rounds...24 rounds..."

A2, whose personality has become indifferent, can't help but roll his eyes when facing someone who has no bottom line to cheat.

They played more than 40 chess games, and half of them were tied. Why?

Because every time it was a critical moment, the guy on the opposite side who had no chess skills would send her away under the pretext of going out to relax, eat, drink tea, etc., and then disrupt the chessboard and destroy the evidence.

"Everyone is so familiar, can you save some face?!"

"More than 40 rounds back and forth, I haven't won a single time! I haven't won a single time! Let one round be dead! Can you still have fun and have fun?!"

Kevin, whose face was flushed, was half complaining and half threatening, but he didn't let go of the bet in the slightest.

"No! You said it yourself, there are no fathers and daughters on the chessboard, and emotions cannot be mixed..."

A2 responded seriously, taking back the spoils under Kevin's painful eyes.

"Stop! I didn't want to bully a machine, but you forced me, I haven't lost yet, keep going!"

The commander tensed his expression, sat on the sofa, and assumed a posture of fighting.

A2, who is used to following the rules in his mind, could only frown and put down the spoils he got.

"Hey, you two, stop making trouble, what do you want for lunch?"

The owner of the villa, the female forensic doctor Qiao opened the closet to look, and then asked the two hard-to-serve ancestors in the living room.

"spaghetti!"

“Portuguese Desserts!”

Kevin and A2 looked at each other, and each answered the food they wanted.

Due to the week-long blockade of sea fog, Catalina Island basically lost contact with the outside world, and the supply of food was naturally interrupted.

After three panic-buying waves in the supermarket, there are really not many things that can be swallowed.

"Unfortunately, only canned seafood..."

Joe spread his hands and shook his head helplessly.

"Then why are you asking a fart? You can drive whatever you want. It's a waste of fun..."

"What about the other staples?"

Kevin glanced at the plum sugar on the table, resisting the urge to take the sheep by the hand, rolled his eyes and continued to ask.

"There's only chickpeas left, why don't we..."

Qiao rushed to the two people in the living room and raised the things in his hands.

"No! I won't eat that stuff even if I'm killed!"

"Ditto, refuse!"

The two people who had been at odds for the past few days were surprisingly in agreement at the moment, and their expressions could even be described as abhorrence.

"Base..."

Joe pressed his swollen temples, listened in disbelief, and put the chickpeas directly into the pot.

"Oh, tomato sauce, thank you, put more shredded squid..."

"Well, curry, add two pieces of tuna, I want the belly..."

The two replied subconsciously, and then focused the battle on the box of plum sugar in the center of the table.

Sigh... The female forensic doctor glanced at the two guys who seemed to be upright, and felt that after taking care of them for seven days, their blood pressure would rise at every turn.

Since that man single-handedly overthrew the entire police station seven days ago, in the face of absolute force, everyone could only agree to release the two of them.

However, in order to relieve the pressure on the panicked police station, they took the initiative to put on electronic handcuffs. The heavy responsibility of guarding the threatening couple naturally fell on the female forensic doctor Qiao.

Originally, there was only one person and one corpse to be in charge of, but four days ago, the agent named "Kevin" used some method to wake up the companion who was lying in the corpse.

In the process of gradually repairing the spine, A2's upper body can already move slightly.For this reason, the police station made a special trip to send a wheelchair to the door to show their goodwill.

Although the two people in front of them are quite peaceful, apart from playing chess, eating and sleeping every day, they rarely ask about the outside situation.

Getting along with them feels like taking care of a pair of lions licking their wounds. The dispensable electronic shackles are more like decorations to satisfy the psychological function of the breeder.

Fortunately, in the forensic profession, a strong psychological quality is a prerequisite. Joe is the kind who is so strong that he has no heart and lungs, and he quickly adapted to it.

It is true that they have settled down here, but the island is becoming more and more uneven. Yesterday, I heard that someone saw dozens of silver-white hermit crabs on the beach.

Moreover, the bullets hit the past, but they failed to pierce their carapaces.

What's more terrible is that there are at least dozens of speedboats docked in the bay, and none of the people who drove them out has any news.