Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 213 The source is underground

Although his temper seemed to be exploding, he was still relatively sober. When Puskin was pointed at by the gun, he was immediately startled. He crouched down and moved back with a groan.

Even the agents who came with him were shocked by Terry's sudden behavior. The police officer even touched the holster on his waist and his face turned ugly.

But before he had time to attack, Terry returned his gun faster and straightened the Velcro on his holster.

"you……"

The police officer whose gun was suddenly taken away was obviously angry and wanted to question Terry, but Terry didn't even look back from the beginning to the end of this set of actions, so he could only question the agent who looked more mature and steady.

"When did you establish this department? Why do I feel that the level of professionalism is very worrying? The caller's mood is already unstable. What if something goes wrong with this innocent stimulation? What will happen when the court summons is sent to the police station?"

The agent was also at a loss for words and didn't know how to explain.

What can he do? He is not Terry's superior. He is just a little employee responsible for driving these superhumans and helping with negotiations.

If you can't explain it, then don't explain it. When do agents need to explain things to the police?

Puskin struggled violently.

He glanced at Puskin subconsciously and found that the old man was squatting on the ground in confusion. Although the gun had been put away, there was obviously still some fear in his eyes.

Terry carried Pushkin all the way past the stunned police officer and continued walking away.

Puskin saw that the other party didn't really want to shoot him, so he immediately stood up from the ground with a grumble.

"You know that when you bully ordinary people like us, I'm obviously the one who suffered the loss——"

Before the officer's mind could turn around, he heard Terry start talking again.

"Let me go! You are restricting my freedom in life! Where did you come from?!"

The agent seemed a little bit taken with it, and the police officer rolled his eyes.

Pushkin seemed aggrieved and took a few steps back.

"...The next incident has nothing to do with you, Mr. Police Officer."

Terry shouted calmly.

So the driver simply got tough.

"It seems, there seems to be something not quite right."

"Is he in a better mood now than before?"

Puskin naturally refused, turned around and wanted to leave, but Terry ducked over, put the fat old man on his shoulders and walked back.

"What?! I'm not going, I want to go back to the car."

While struggling, he also yelled and cursed.

"Put me down quickly! Damn beast! I am XX伱XX!"

This is no nonsense. Whoever is pointed at a gun can have a better attitude.

"Mr. Puskin, please come here again."

"I must file a complaint against you! And you, I have paid so much tax, and I want my lawyer to issue a subpoena to you!"

"Ahhh! I swear when I come down, I will kill you little bastard! I have a shotgun in my wooden house, and I will use it to make a big hole in your Tianling cover!"

"You go to hell!"

Since Terry did not tie Puskin's hands, the old man pulled out a dagger from somewhere on his waist and stabbed Terry in the temple.

Terry pinched Puskin's arm and forcefully carried the struggling fat old man around in a circle.

"Isn't it obvious?" In the car not far away, Peter clung to the window in confusion, looking at Terry carrying a fat old man around like this, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"What on earth is he doing?"

On the other side, the police officer looked at Puskin with some confusion as his face flushed, and the arm held by Terry was still exerting force, as if he really wanted to kill this impolite young man directly.

Terry, on the other hand, carried Pushkin on his back and walked back. Until he probably crossed a certain limit, Pushkin suddenly relaxed his strength again, the dagger fell with a clang, and the curses in his mouth turned into tears. .

Terry also put the old man down, and then Puskin was like a psychologically traumatized victim in the QJ case, crying and crawling away, until he pulled on the wooden fence as if he felt a little safer. Shivering, he began to complain about his fate again.

"What...what's this?"

Now even the police officer saw some problems.

It was just a round trip, but Puskin's emotions were like a machine controlled by humans, with great contrast between before and after.

Terry clapped his hands and walked back to the confused police officer.

"You said before that Mr. Puskin has a weird temper. Isn't that just like this? Sometimes he can be very fiery, and sometimes he can be more stable."

The police officer lowered his head to recall, and finally nodded helplessly.

"We just thought there was something wrong with his brain. Who would have thought it was because of this... To be honest, it's too hard to see. It's really hard for us to notice such an emotional change."

The agent also opened his mouth, as if trying to find a suitable adjective, but unfortunately he couldn't find it.

Terry looked at the fat old man lying on the ground crying, and suddenly thought of Peter Parker's sudden and aggressive words recently, and narrowed his eyes.

"Be arrogant before and be respectful later, but there is no reason to be arrogant again and again."

"Then what does this mean?"

the police officer asked solemnly.

"It means there is something evil hidden under our feet."

Terry stepped on the ground beneath his feet, while the expressions of the two people around him changed drastically.

"You can ask the police to evacuate now. I'll call everyone in the car to get out."

Terry nodded at the agent, turned and walked towards the car parked not far away.

Although he didn't expect to find the problem right away, Terry obviously skipped the complicated investigation stage. The agent simply took the police officer aside, who was as uncomfortable as stepping on a hot pot, and showed him another Documents.

The police officer who heard that the monster would probably be trampled under their feet wanted to leave a long time ago. He didn't even bother to read the department name written on the certificate carefully. He just nodded vigorously, turned around and strode to inform his colleagues to evacuate. Along the way, he also picked up Pushkin, who was very emotionally unstable.

It's just that his strength is obviously not as comfortable as Terry's, and he's a little out of breath just letting the fat old man put his arm around his shoulders.

Terry returned to the car and knocked on the door.

"The problem has been discovered. Let's get started as soon as the irrelevant personnel have been removed."

Peter was still the first to respond enthusiastically: "As expected of you, Terry!"

Clint and Steve were a little more professional than young people like them. When they heard that there was probably a fight, both of them started to stretch their muscles.

Terry looked back at the two police cars that were starting their engines, and simply opened the door to sit for a while.

Danny, on the other hand, finally opened his eyes with a serious look on his face.

"Indeed, from the moment I entered this area, I have been feeling some kind of evil aura coming from below."

Terry, who had just gotten in the car, was stiff for a moment: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did I waste so much time outside just now, and was scolded so unpleasantly by that fat old man?"

Danny looked as calm as still water

"It's not intentional. In fact, I have been trying to capture the traces of that breath, but the strange thing is that the breath is particularly weak for me. I can sense it, but it keeps swaying as if consciously - I This is the first time I have seen Qi that seems to have self-awareness. It seems to be able to actively choose a more suitable person, but I am not suitable for it, so I need to spend a lot of energy to get close to it."

(End of this chapter)