A laboratory in Queens, the Crime Scene Unit of the New York City Police Department. Here, lizard serum seized from the New York City Veterans Hospital is stored. The CIA, FBI, military, and SHIELD are all trying to obtain this batch of serum, but a strange balance is maintained, allowing the serum to remain in the hands of the New York City Police Department.
The chief of police was fully aware of how valuable these serums were, and he sent almost all of his SWAT personnel here to protect these precious lizard serums.
Two SWAT snipers and observers stood on the roof, monitoring the streets below and the streets not far away.
During this period, all SWAT members were on high alert, fearing that something unexpected would happen to the serum. Many people had their eyes on the lizard serum.
Jin Bing issued a reward, and whoever got a bottle of lizard serum would get 5% of the drug trade in New York City. This is a profit of hundreds of millions of dollars every year. Some ambitious gangs set their sights on this batch of serum.
The New York City Police Department is not a monolithic entity. There are many corrupt cops within the police force who have been bribed. These gangsters may already know the location of the serum.
"Those two people! They opened the communication box and are going to cut off the connection between the laboratory and the police station!"
The observer held the telescope and said:
"Kill them quickly! Then ask for help from headquarters!"
The sniper quickly turned his gun and aimed at the two people wearing nun uniforms and Halloween masks.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two gunshots were heard, the sound being muffled due to the silencers. Blood mist burst out from the faces of the two SWAT members, their heads were smashed.
One robber, dressed as a nun, put her gun back on her waist and pulled out a walkie-talkie.
"clean!"
He picked up the sniper rifle and saw through the scope that a group of armed men in nun uniforms carrying assault rifles rushed into the laboratory.
Not long after, bursts of gunfire and grenade explosions were heard from inside the laboratory.
The SWATs trained by the New York City Police Department at great expense were shot like sheep, with almost no resistance. The attackers had obviously received more rigorous training and had more combat experience than them.
“Bang!”
The alloy door was blown open by C4, and the civilian staff of the New York City Police Department inside raised their hands in surrender in fear, but were still ruthlessly shot.
Stepping on the blood on the ground, the leading robber, who was dressed in a nun's uniform, put the precious serums one by one into the incubator.
"We're going to be rich, Winston!"
One of the robbers couldn't help but speak excitedly. He wanted to say something else but was slapped to the ground.
"Sorry... I shouldn't have said your name..."
He stood up somewhat awkwardly.
"let's go."
The robbers picked up the incubator, walked out of the laboratory, and squeezed into the van they came in.
"Colonel, the news said you turned into a lizard man."
One of the robbers said.
"This is real."
Winston Johnson said. He alone could not quickly eliminate a whole group of fully armed SWATs. If he delayed too long, he would attract support from various divisions. Even if he had the ability to heal quickly, he could not compete with the modern army.
So he found his former subordinates who had retired from the army. These SEALs were carefully selected by him. Their retired lives were not happy, their relationships with their families were very tense, most of them had various psychological problems, and the money they earned during their service was spent not long after. Some of them also had problems such as alcoholism.
Winston Johnson knew their situation and just told them there was an opportunity to make a lot of money, and all of them came. Their lives couldn't get any worse, so they might as well come and try their luck.
"Sir, where do we go now? Do we find a gang to sell this serum to, or do it ourselves?"
A former Navy SEAL cracked open a bottle of whiskey with his teeth and took a big gulp.
"No, we don't sell them, why not inject them yourself?"
Winston Johnson's face beneath the mask grinned.
"That's not what we said before, Winston!"
The SEAL put down his bottle and put his hand on his gun. He stopped calling Winston Johnson "sir".
"What do you and others think?"
The others looked at each other.
"We don't want to become crazy monsters, Winston."
Sister Winston's body swelled up beneath the suit.
"Do you think you have any other choice in this narrow space?"
A long tail pierced through the chest of the subordinate opposite him, and the tip of the tail even pierced through the car body. If it was in the open air, he would have a hard time dealing with these front-line subordinates, but it was completely different in the narrow car. These experienced soldiers didn't even have time to draw their guns.
"Anyone else disagrees?"
He pulled out his tail.
"Fuck you! Winston!"
With the ear-piercing sound of bones crushing, the long tail quickly broke the man's neck. The car almost turned into a bloody meat grinder, and blood flowed through the gap of the car door onto the street.
The car braked suddenly and stopped in the middle of the street.
"Keep driving, or I'll tear your head off!"
Winston ripped off his mask, revealing his cold lizard face.
The soldier in the driver's seat hurriedly restarted the van.
"I do, I do, sir, don't kill me!"
A retired soldier was frightened and raised his hand.
"It seems that a smart person has finally appeared."
Winston tossed him a tube of lizard serum.
The soldier hesitated for a moment, then closed his eyes and injected the lizard serum into his body. With two victims in front of him, the other soldiers surrendered one after another.
"You can not."
Winston distributed the serum to the soldiers and then pointed to the remaining soldier.
"Why, there's still a lot of serum left?!"
He asked desperately.
"Kane, you are too weak. The drugs have made your body fragile. These remaining serums are gifts I prepared for some big shots, not for weak-willed scum like you."
Winston clawed through his chest and pulled out his heart. The soldiers who were forced to inject the lizard serum all fell into a coma, and the genes in the serum were being embedded in their gene chains.
"Sir, where should we go?"
The driver asked in horror, realizing that Winston was no longer the gentle yet decisive commander he had been before.
"Let's go to the New York City Court. The fifth trial of the Osborne Group is ongoing there. Let's rush over now and give them a big surprise."
' said Winston, grinning.