I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

The congress hall was turned into a vegetable market again today, and the congressmen were arguing like hell. It's just that they at least kept their composure, they only talked but didn't move, and they didn't just get on the chair and use the kitchen knife like Wan Wan.

President Robert sat in his seat bored, playing with his mobile phone. Anyway, he said what he should say and did what he should do. The latest poll shows that his approval rate has increased by 5%. If you pass it, you will have nothing to do with yourself.

The Speaker of the Congress sat on the rostrum, watching the farce below indifferently. Judging from the current situation, there is basically no objection to the establishment of the supernatural affairs department, but there are serious differences among the people on the person in charge of this new department.

Some congressmen purely consider the overall interests of the country, and think that this newly established supernatural affairs department should be managed by ordinary people, that is, civil servants.

Just like the Supernatural Investigation and Defense Agency, the big man with horns is not the boss, but Professor Bloom is in charge.

This is the tradition of the United States, and the civil servants are in power.

It's a pity that such people are rare among the councilors. Most of the councilors are still selfish and desperately want to push their own people to the top.

But no matter who it is, they don't agree to make Xie Lun the head of the new department. There are only a few reasons, such as being too young to bear such a heavy burden, and being a person with supernatural powers who may endanger the country in the future. Anyway, no one supports Xie Lun.

This is also understandable, Xie Lun is young after all, and has almost no influence on the surface. Even for James, the Ministry of National Affairs has not fully controlled it, and its power has not extended to the Congress.

Therefore, these realistic congressmen, naturally, no one will support Sheron.

It's just that none of them thought that Sheron didn't need to win them over, because he already controlled the most important people in Congress.

On the surface, the Speaker of the National Assembly remained calm, but actually kept sneering in his heart. Look at these smart-ass fools who think the outcome is in your hands, when in fact everything has been arranged by the master of the master.

No matter how you argue, deal, or compromise, in the end, the person in charge of this new department must be Sheron.

After more than four hours, everyone's throats were smoking, and they were too tired to argue. Then the speaker of the Congress picked up the small wooden hammer, tapped it hard, and said loudly: "Since everyone has not reached an agreement, then Take a day off and continue the discussion tomorrow."

Although the other congressmen were unwilling, they had no choice but to gear up secretly. After the meeting was over, they would definitely recruit more people, and when the next meeting was held, they must take the position of head of the new department into their arms.

But they didn't think it through,

Why does the Speaker of Congress have to take a day off?

In the evening, the National Heroes Cemetery was raining heavily.

A general with badges, holding a bouquet of flowers in full bloom, walked slowly in the cemetery in the rain. From his epaulettes inlaid with three gold stars, we know that this is a three-star lieutenant general.

The gray-haired general walked to a tombstone, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and didn't speak for a long time. He waited until the rain subsided for a while before he murmured, "My love, I am going to do something big, for this country, for the future of the whole people, and even more for our children..."

As he spoke, he bent down and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, kissed the photo lightly, then turned and strode away.

That night, in a certain military base in the suburbs of New York, three off-road vehicles with military plates drove to the gate of the heavily guarded base. The driver lowered the front and rear windows and handed over a certificate to the guard: "General Harris of the Ministry of National Affairs, make a surprise inspection of the security situation of Base No. 215!"

After the guards were loyal to their duties and verified that they were correct, they respectfully returned the documents and saluted Harris who was sitting in the back seat: "Base 215, welcome to the general."

Harris nodded calmly, the window was raised, the gate of the base opened, and three off-road vehicles drove in slowly. Just when the guards of the base were all attracted by the convoy at the gate, more than a dozen black shadows appeared silently from the darkness like ghosts. Inside the opponent's neck.

At the same time, with the sound of "whoosh whoosh", several holes appeared in the glass of the sentry tower. The guards in the sentry tower stared blankly at the extra needle tube on their chest, and did not open their mouths to issue an alarm at all. Time, when his eyes went dark, he collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

The soldiers in the base were still unaware of the invasion, allowing the off-road vehicle to wipe the inside of the base. When passing through a pass, two off-road vehicles behind the convoy will come down with two black shadows. When they arrived at the base command room, all vital parts of the entire base had been quietly occupied.

"General, what is this?"

The base commander looked at the gun in front of him in surprise.

"Sorry, it's all for a better future for this country."

With that said, Harris pulled the trigger and the needle shot the opponent in the neck. Looking at the fallen commander, Harris glanced at the time on his watch, and said in a deep voice, "We only have fifteen minutes, everyone hurry up!"

Following his order, those black shadows swarmed up, and only when they came to the light did they see clearly that these were all heavily armed soldiers.

They picked up the base commander's magnetic card, entered the code they had stolen long ago, and opened the door to the base's underground vault. Behind the gates were air-conditioned cylinders. The soldiers unscrewed the lids of the cylinders, took out fist-sized green glass balls from inside, and carefully packed them into the black boxes they carried with them.

"Be careful, as long as one of these things falls, there will be no living people in the entire base."

Harris stood at the door, reminding cautiously.

But the more careful you are, the more likely something will happen. A soldier slipped his hand, and a green glass ball fell from his hand. After falling on the ground, he chatted lightly, and then rolled to the side.

"Damn it, come out, everyone come out 1"

Harris opened his eyes wide in horror, and the other soldiers ran out when they heard this. But at this moment, the green glass ball had already rolled to the corner of the wall. Although it was only lightly touched, the glass ball, which was fine when it was dropped just now, unexpectedly shattered with a "click".

A wisp of faint green mist rose from the glass ball.

At this time, only the soldier who accidentally dropped the glass ball remained in the vault, but Harris couldn't wait any longer, so he could only grit his teeth and forcefully shut the vault door.

The soldiers who were locked inside beat on the door in despair. But soon, he felt that he couldn't breathe, and he scratched his neck desperately, and the skin all over his body was like a toad, with large and small blisters.

Although the sound inside could not be heard through the gate, but through the glass on the gate, looking at the tragic condition of the soldier, he seemed to hear his shrill screams.

But there is no way, if the door is not closed, then not only he will die, but the entire base will be killed.