"Hey, put your hands up and squat down! Don't make me say it again!"
On the rooftop of a 45-story building, George Stacy had just reached the top floor when he saw several men in black suits squatting on the ground taking samples of a pile of things.
He simply raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at several people.
Behind him, several detectives also raised their guns.
"Don't get me wrong, Sheriff, we are the FBI's field agents, and we are in charge of this case now!"
A middle-aged man who looked to be about 40 years old and slightly bald had a warm smile on his face and opened his hands to signal the detectives to relax.
Sheriff George frowned, but did not put down his gun: "FBI agent, you'd better show me your ID!"
The middle-aged man calmly took out an ID from inside his suit under the vigilant gaze of the detectives, walked up and handed it to George for inspection.
Sheriff George took the ID, looked at the portrait and identity information on it, and took out his walkie-talkie.
"Hello, police station? I'm George Stacy, looking for information on an FBI agent, Duke Ackerman!"
"Okay, I got it!"
Sheriff George listened to the information sent back from the police station. They said that their authority was limited, but after joint investigation, the FBI did have this person.
The middle-aged man named Duke did not say anything about Sheriff George's distrust, and always had a gentle smile on his face.
Take back the documents from Sheriff George.
"Sheriff, this case involves national security. We will be responsible for the rest of the work. I hope the New York Police Department will stop interfering!"
Duke spoke very politely. Sheriff George looked unhappy. Although he didn't directly look at him, he didn't say anything more and left the rooftop with his police officers.
In the federal government, each state has its own police system, but the FBI is directly under the jurisdiction of the federal government. To some extent, it is half a level higher than the state police system, but the two actually have no direct jurisdictional relationship.
However, the FBI has the right to take priority over cases that it deems to be a threat to national security.
Police in various states don't have a good impression of FBI agents.
Of course, Agent Phil Coulson didn't care at all.
Even if the New York Police Department is jealous and dissatisfied with him, they will look for Duke from the FBI. What does it have to do with him, Phil Coulson
"Sir, you need to see this?"
An agent in charge of sampling suddenly exclaimed.
Phil Coulson stepped forward quickly.
In the corner of the rooftop, a pool of blood-red viscous liquid was constantly bubbling. The remnants of clothing and vaguely visible bones stuck on it proved that there was once a person here.
"Sir, this is incredible. This is not strong acid or chemical toxins, it's some kind of biological toxin!"
Phil Coulson frowned as he listened to his agents' words:
"Are you telling me that the thing that can corrode a human corpse into this state is the venom of some creature, a poisonous snake or something else, or an alien species?"
The agent said with some difficulty: "The current portable detector can only analyze that this is a biological toxin. The specific details need to be sent to the Science Department for more detailed testing!"
"Then send it for inspection immediately!"
Phil Coulson looked at the lake-like liquid in front of him, frowned, took out a mobile phone and walked aside.
… … …
“Failed!”
An unknown estate somewhere in New York.
In an artificial hot spring pool, white vapor rises. Amidst the steam, Jin Bing soaks in the hot spring, enjoying the comfort brought by the hot spring water.
Although his whole body is made of muscles, his weight of four hundred pounds puts too much pressure on his heart. Only in water can Kingpin relieve the pressure on his body, which is why he likes to take a hot spring bath.
Kingpin picked up the wine glass on the floating tray in front of him and drank it all. He was not angry about the bad news brought by Bullseye. The failure of the assassination seemed to be within his expectations.
"Go tell Dickon Fess that the deal is done. I will prepare the one hundred virgins he wants so that he can fulfill his promise!"
Bullseye took the order and left. In the empty hot spring room, Kingpin took out a satellite phone.
"Sloane, you need another name on your loom!"
… …
At night, Tang Song sent Skye back to the manor.
He went straight to the venue and the secret cave where he practiced martial arts.
First they came to the corpse pit at the edge of the altar. Tang Song took off the white jade bracelet on his left hand and threw it into the corpse pit.
A string of white jade bracelets, the silk thread connecting them collapsed directly above the corpse pit, and skull patterns were revealed on each porcelain-white jade bead.
When these jade beads came into contact with the dark green phosphorescent fire floating above the corpse pit, the color of them gradually turned pale and turned into white bone beads.
These bone beads devoured the phosphorous flames and gradually turned into skeleton monsters the size of a human head.
These skeleton monsters flew around in the corpse pit, devouring the yin energy and phosphorous fire at the bottom of the pit.
Skeleton Demon, the second most vicious method in the Heshan Sutra,
This kind of sorcery requires the skulls of people who died suddenly as materials, and it requires the gathering of countless evil spirits and killing of countless lives to be accomplished.
The poisonous smoke sprayed by the skeleton monster contains corpse poison, and anyone who is touched by it will die. Every time it kills a living creature, it will devour the soul, and its power will become more serious.
After releasing the skeleton monster, Tang Song took off Xiao Hei, who had seen blood today, and let it transform into a black snake, coiling around the crown of an armored corpse to absorb the essence of the moonlight.
With the Skeleton Demon and Xiao Hei on guard, Tang Song sat cross-legged in the center of the altar.
A trace of moonlight began to flow into Tang Song's body from the fontanelle.
The levels of Qi training are divided into early, middle and late stages. In fact, it is a process of using the essence of the sun, the moon, the heaven and the earth to fill and transform oneself.
This is true for practicing Qi and building the foundation. Only when the cultivator's body is transformed by the essence of heaven and earth and becomes strong enough can he withstand the evil spirit of heaven and earth in the later stage.
Those who practice Qigong cultivate true Qi, and continuously transform the essence of heaven and earth into true Qi.
Strands of the moon's light were constantly being inhaled, inhaled, inhaled. Tang Song's hands were shaped like a lotus, and he silently chanted the Taoist secret 'Demon Subduing Mantra'. His ten fingers moved rapidly, and dazzling silver lights formed intricate talismans in the air.
Thirty-six bronze-armored corpses simultaneously inhaled and exhaled moonlight and star power.
Tang Song was sweating all over, and powerful energy was gushing out from every pore of his body.
At the same time, wisps of moonlight and star power mixed with countless light points like smoke rushed in from the fontanelle, and the Four Symbols and Twenty-Eight Mansions were spinning wildly.
Tang Song felt extremely comfortable all over. A surge of turbid air surged up from his lower abdomen. He suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared.
A silent shock wave penetrated the soil straight through the sky and reached a height of hundreds of meters. It exploded like a thunder in the sky. The scattered air currents swept away large amounts of fog, and a little bit of starlight shot down.
… …
Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan.
More than thirty black commercial vehicles were heading to various bases of the Big Foot Gang.
The Big Foot Gang's business mainly involves smuggling biological agents, that is, smuggling drugs, and flour business. It is not a big business, but it also has its own territory in New York.
Frank sat in the back seat of a black seven-seater business car, wiping his gun with a serious look on his face.
He had just received the news that his boss had been assassinated. Although he had confidence in Tang Song and was sure that these scumbags would not hurt his monster boss.
But you always have to have an attitude.
"Mission changed, annihilate all members of the Bigfoot Gang," Frank gave his orders through his headset communicator.
There was silence in the communicator except for the sound of breathing.
Those who can come here are the best in the military. Some of them are Rangers, some are retired from the Navy Special Forces, and some are retired special forces from various countries.
When they held Russian standard rifles in their hands, put on a full set of equipment, and equipped themselves with wireless communication headsets, at this moment, this group of well-trained soldiers invariably entered a state of war.