Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 212 Abnormal emotions

Very similar speed?

Seeing that Captain America was struggling with this issue, Terry had nothing to worry about and didn't take Steve's words to heart.

"Oh, that's because there were fewer types of superpowers in your era. There will be many fast people in the future. There is probably a general concept to call these people, called speedsters."

There are many systematic classifications of superpowers on the black side. Starting with the Flash, there is a large group of people who can be called the Flash family. Of course, there are many other types of speedsters.

Except for Kuaiyin, there is no famous one here because he has not appeared in mainstream movies and TV dramas.

"No, no, that's not just running as fast as you, Robert is much faster, but that, that feeling..."

Steve defended himself for a while, but due to the lack of professional terms, he couldn't find a suitable word to describe it for a long time, so he finally chose to keep silent.

"I hope you were discussing battle plans, guys, because we're almost there."

An agent sitting in the cab lowered the observation window of the isolation compartment and shouted to the soldiers.

Terry turned around in the crowded seat with difficulty, then pulled open the glass of a circular window on the carriage and looked out.

At some point, the vehicle had reached the outskirts of Jersey City. Looking around, one could see a large expanse of green grassland. It could be seen from the wooden fence surrounding the roadside that this place should have been a large pasture before.

"Have you encountered anything strange recently?"

"Because we can't say that we are here to deal with aliens. Most people cannot accept this kind of thing, and it will be even worse if the news spreads."

"It seems the captain is finally starting to understand us."

"Strange thing? Why do you ask?"

"Didn't the information say that his Qi was so comprehensive that it could regulate body temperature? I thought he was the coolest one in the carriage."

Terry put his arm around Peter's shoulders: "The popularity of education in this country is worrying. There are many illiterate fools surfing the Internet every day. The public opinion here is much more serious than that in my hometown."

While parking the car, Terry asked in a low voice.

"Nothing, just asking, do you need help leaving a crack in the carriage door later? It's quite hot in the carriage."

"Say it as if you have returned to China."

"Why is there a conflict?"

"I hope everyone understands that we are only a semi-official organization, so our external identity is a special unit that jointly handles cases with the Jersey City Police Department. Put your ID on the passenger seat. Remember to bring it with you. Also, don't quarrel with ordinary people. conflict."

"After all, we have to fight together for a while."

Peter asked innocently.

These words made Steve suddenly react and gave Danny a strange look.

Terry looked at Peter who looked confused, was silent for a moment, and shook his head.

Terry's face stiffened for a moment, and Peter immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and apologized quickly.

Steve is unexpectedly proficient in this aspect of business, and he probably dealt with this kind of thing a lot decades ago.

Peter shook his head to show he was okay.

"Seriously? I think Danny is sweating all over his forehead."

Nick's voice rang out from the speakers in the car.

But Terry didn't take it to heart, but Peter seemed to be a little strange recently. After not seeing each other for a few days, he became much more aggressive with words, as if he was possessed by a symbiote in the movie plot.

Danny was completely unaware of the discussions about him from the outside world, and was still meditating intently, but with his brows furrowed.

However, the agent who was driving had already got out of the car and knocked on the door. He needed an extra companion to cooperate with the acting. Generally, professional departments go out in teams of two, so there was still one person in the Victory Commando team.

In order to facilitate the response to crises or battles that may break out at any time, everyone except Terry was wearing their own new uniforms, so Terry also knew it and stood up, opened the compartment door, and jumped out.

Terry was forced to put on a black suit before departure. Except for his face, which looked younger, and his strong body, he looked a bit serious.

A yellow and black cordon had already been set up on part of the fence, and there were two police cars parked nearby, as well as a few bored policemen leaning against the police cars and chatting. Judging from the complete equipment hanging on their waists, the actual situation discovered here may be even more serious than the pictures in the information.

One of the police officers noticed Terry's vehicle from a distance, and at this moment he sternly scolded the colleagues around him. After the police officers stopped looking so lazy, they came over with a smile.

"You two are..."

The agent driving the car took out the forged department ID and showed it with ease, and then the police officer's smile became even more enthusiastic.

"Ha, sure enough, special disaster emergency response department, to be honest, two brothers, I have never even heard of you before, but the current situation can indeed be called a novel special disaster."

Noticing that Terry had his head slightly lowered and silent throughout the whole process, the police officer focused his main attention on the agent.

"To be honest, I have never seen such a scene in my life. Although I can't see anything, it is more terrifying than the home invasion and murder caused by some madmen..."

"Where is the owner of this ranch?"

The agent briefly interrupted the police officer's ramblings, but the latter didn't have any additional emotions. He raised his thumb and pointed at one of the police cars parked further away.

"Puskin Lawrence, the owner of this ranch, has long been frightened and moved away from here and lived in the city. There is a lot of shortage of old guys like this who can rent a large piece of land in the countryside. Qian, when the police were called, he was even having a party in the villa next to the ranch, and the house was full of third-rate models without clothes."

Come to think of it, after such a horrible thing happened in my own land, I would be a fool to live nearby. Now that unknown creature will eat chickens, ducks and cows, there is no guarantee that it will not eat people in the future.

Being able to come back here now is also to cooperate with the police and their new so-called 'special department' to understand the situation. They also specially applied for a police car to protect him, as if sitting in a police car can give him a stronger sense of security.

"By the way, that old man has a bit of a weird temper. If his tone suddenly becomes bad later, there's no need to argue with him."

The police officer suddenly prompted.

Terry was a little confused.

"Oh, Mr. Puskin always suddenly becomes very bad-mouthed. I guess it may be because of too many losses and excessive fright. At first, a few of my colleagues wanted to slap him because of it."

As the three people approached while talking, the door of the police car was also opened, and a chubby old man wearing a plaid shirt got out. From the appearance alone, it was difficult to tell that he was a diamond king who owned an entire ranch. Lao Wu.

"Oh my god, I told you, there are monsters inside, monsters! If you don't increase the police force, what's the use of just bringing in these two people?"

The old man named Puskin had quite a temper, but he did not get angry directly at the three of them. Instead, he avoided looking and complained in the open space.

"Don't worry, we are here to deal with 'monsters'. I believe we have rich experience."

The agent driving the car told a few lies to appease the other party without a blushing face, but he didn't expect that this gentle attitude would actually make Pushkin's temper even worse.

"Where are your guns? Why doesn't the government always pay attention to what we say? I pay a lot of taxes every year! Do you want to fight with your bare hands against a monster that can eat seven or eight old cows silently?"

Then Puskin's eyes caught sight of Terry, who was turning his head and looking around, and his tone became even more exaggerated.

"A child?! Do you take the child with you when you are on duty? There is not even a place to foster care?!"

Terry turned around, looked at Puskin who was blushing and had a thick neck, and blinked.

He didn't care what Pushkin said, but felt that the other person's temper was a little weird.

Although the other party has some wealth, he is obviously the kind of old man who knows that he has no social status. At first, he only dared to whisper and complain in a low voice, but now his tone becomes more and more arrogant and fierce as the pace approaches.

"Please take a few steps back."

Amid the old man's strange chirping noise, Terry suddenly whispered something.

"What? Why should I back away?"

The old man obviously didn't understand what Terry was going to do.

Terry was not hesitant. He directly pulled out a police revolver from the police officer who was watching the show with his backhand, and instantly aimed at the increasingly unstable old man.

(End of this chapter)