Chapter 91 Are aliens considered human? (315 first order please!)

Before entering the building, Locke thought about several places where there might be danger.

The first one is when you first enter the building, and the first wave of attacks is often the most severe and the most severe.

This is indeed the case.

However, Locke's move of holy water fell from the sky, which directly and effortlessly disintegrated this offensive, and also allowed Quen to directly break through the defense.

The second dangerous place is the elevator room on the twenty-seventh floor.

The inside of the elevator room is unremarkable.

The ground here, like the ground outside, has been sprayed with holy water indiscriminately.

On the ground where the holy water was flowing, more than a dozen pairs of sharp fangs were vaguely visible.

Obviously.

There were also a dozen vampires ambushing here just now, but unfortunately they were eliminated without even seeing Locke's face.

A special service team member quickly walked to the elevator entrance, checked it, and then turned to look at Locke and Captain Powell: "The control panel has been destroyed."

"Can it be repaired?" Captain Powell asked.

The SWAT team member nodded.

"Okay, three minutes."

"good."

Captain Powell nodded and made a gesture to the surrounding team members. The team members quickly dispersed in the elevator, guarding the passages on the left and right sides of the elevator and an emergency escape stairway not far away.

The special service team member quickly took off his backpack, took out the portable equipment and began to repair the control panel of the elevator in front of him.

Captain Powell looked at Locke next to him.

"Communications haven't been restored yet?"

"without."

On the way here, Locke, who called Debbie from time to time and tried to reestablish the connection to no avail, shook his head.

"Probably blocked."

"I thought there was a plan."

"Yes."

Locke shook his head and looked at Powell while adjusting the buttons on his suit: "Isn't this useless? Obviously, their technology is more advanced."

Powell nodded.

"When you get down there, follow me."

"Don't worry, professional people do professional things, and I never interfere in the specific actions of the special service."

"That's good."

Now that communication with the outside world has disappeared and information support from the outside has been lost, attacking a place with unknown dangers often requires the combatants to rely on their intuition to make immediate judgments.

If someone gives random instructions at this time, something could easily happen.

Powell now felt relieved after hearing Locke's reassurance.

soon.

The elevator's control panel was restored after intensive repairs by the special service team.

The SWAT team member packed up his things and turned around, with a hint of excitement on his face that he had repaired something.

"Sir, fix it..."

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

A bullet suddenly came out of the barrel, and with a whoosh, it hit the special service team member on the forehead. The strong inertia directly blew away the special service team member who still had an expression of excitement and credit on his face, and his body hit the elevator heavily. on the door.

This sudden change scared everyone.

Including Captain Powell.

Just when Captain Powell subconsciously looked in the direction where the gunfire came from.

Gunshots sounded suddenly one after another.

"ah!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Dong, dong..."

Accompanied by rapid gunfire, one special service team member was shot in the back of the head and fell to the ground.

Even Captain Powell lowered his head subconsciously, looking at the muzzle of the gun that appeared on his chest, then raised his head, widened his eyes, and looked at the expressionless Secret Service agent who was holding a gun and shooting at him with disbelief. team members.

Powell's mouth, which began to ooze blood, moved slightly, forcing his confusion out of his mouth.

"wh..."

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Unfortunately, before he could ask a question, there was another gunshot, and Powell's head was raised heavily toward the back. Then, with a bang, his body fell heavily to the ground, his eyes widened, and he stared at the ceiling.

The next second.

The muzzles of the three guns turned directly and landed on Locke, who seemed to have no time to react.

Locke faced the three muzzles and subconsciously raised his hands.

"Wait a moment!"

"..."

As Locke blurted out a shout, the three special service members who were about to pull the trigger looked at each other.

The leader of the special team nodded to the other two team members.

The two team members understood, put away their guns, and then walked up to Locke with his hands raised in the air under the guard of the first SWAT team member.

There was a click.

Locke's hands were handcuffed.

He felt his hands being cuffed behind his back, and then looked at the two SWAT team members in front of him.

"you……"

"Bang!"

A SWAT team member punched Locke directly in the stomach: "Be honest!"

Locke groaned and couldn't help but arch his body.

The leader of the special service team looked at this scene and did not yell out loud. Instead, after seeing that Locke had lost his fighting ability, he also wrapped his arms around the assault rifle, and then squatted down in front of the hunched-up Locke.

There was a hint of schadenfreude on his lips.

"Mr. Underwood, I didn't expect that."

"Call the bureau seat."

"..."

The SWAT team member was stunned.

"What?"

"Call me the bureau seat, thank you."

Locke seemed to be suffering from stomach pain, so he simply sat down on the wet floor. Then he looked up at the special service team member who was talking to him, and while gasping for air, he said: "Calm down your duties while working."

The SWAT team member and his two companions looked up at each other, and then seemed to be unable to help but look at Locke with a smile.

"Secretary? For this reason, Mr. Underwood still cares about his title?"

"Call me the bureau seat."

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Locke ignored the mocking expression on the face of the special service team member and corrected him seriously: "In life, you are either for fame or profit. I am for fame, so call me bureau seat."

When the special service team member heard this, he looked at Locke seriously, then pursed his lips, suppressed a smile, and nodded.

"Okay, Underwood."

"Thanks."

Locke listened to the special service team member's change of words and said thank you seriously.

The SWAT team member held the gun in his arms and looked at Locke with some confusion: "So, just for the sake of progress, you designed the SHIELD people to be tricked into this death trap?"

Locke shrugged, and his eyes did not waver as he looked at the SWAT team member's eyes with a vaguely weird light.

"If a man does not serve himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth."

"But SHIELD is a good person, don't you feel the least bit sad?"

"No."

Locke seems to have reached the point where he can speak well even when he is about to die, answering the questions of the special service team members without reservation.

"Everyone has to die, but their death can be a step towards my progress, so why should I feel bad."

"..."

The SWAT team member listened to Locke's explanation, and then looked at Locke, who had no expression of guilt on his face, with an angry smile on his face: "Director Underwood is indeed the new Underwood, you should go into politics."

Locke shook his head again.

"No, no, no, I don't want to go into politics."

"Why?"

“Is it legal to kill someone in politics?”

"……What?"

The special service team member looked at Locke with a stunned expression on his face.

A cold, bloody and cruel smile appeared on Locke's face: "Being in politics is not as good as joining a law enforcement agency, because here, I can kill people legally."

The special service team member looked at the smile on Locke's face, and suddenly shuddered in his heart.

The next second.

An inexplicable anger filled his heart.

"If you kill others, they will die, but if others kill you, you will die too."

"Really? I don't believe it."

"Um?"

The SWAT team member's expression changed, and he flicked his right hand. In an instant, a silver, large-caliber semi-automatic Desert Eagle was directly pressed against Locke's forehead: "Do you think I dare not shoot?"

Locke's calm face showed a trace of ridicule, looking at the special service team member who pointed his gun at him.

"If you want to kill me, you have already killed me. If you have waited until now, it is obvious that you have questions to ask me, right?"

"……Ha ha!"

The SWAT team member with an angry expression on his face laughed loudly, then took back his pistol and looked at Locke with admiration: "Underwood is really smart, yes, we do have a question, you can choose to answer, We will let you go quickly, of course, you can also choose not to..."

Finally got to the point.

Locke thought to himself, and then directly interrupted the special service team member.

"What's the problem?"

"Well……"

The last part of the special service team member was still in his mouth, so he suppressed it, then looked at Locke and said in a deep voice: "How do you know about our existence."

Locke raised his eyes and looked at the special service team members calmly.

"What are you..."

"Don't act stupid, pretending to be stupid won't do us any good."

The face of the SWAT team member changed, and he once again took out the Desert Eagle and put it on Locke's forehead: "If you didn't know our existence, you would go and snatch the bodies of our people."

Locke's expression was blank, his eyes swept around the special service team member and his two colleagues, and then his eyes fell on the special service team member in front of him.

Don't know why.

At this moment, the SWAT team seemed to see a look of surprise on Locke's face.

What's going on?

At the moment when this doubt just arises.

Locke could no longer hold back his excitement. Looking at the special service team members in front of him, his eyes widened: "So, you are also Skrulls?"

Oh my god.

Sure enough, the mountains and rivers are exhausted and there is no way out, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.

The special service team member came back to his senses and met Locke's shining eyes.

next second

"Bang!" The sound of something breaking sounded behind Locke.

not good.

The special service member secretly thought to himself, and then subconsciously pulled the Desert Eagle in his hand.

At this moment, Locke suddenly withdrew his right hand from behind, and then moved the Desert Eagle on his forehead to the side.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"..."