Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 924 A Bizarre Case (Second Update)

Police Chief George Stacy was in a very, very bad mood.

Just months after two massacres, bizarre cases have emerged in the city, with each caller claiming that a group of soldiers stormed into a house, dragged away a family member, and executed them. Chief George Stacy, sweating profusely, repeatedly confirmed that the New York City SWAT team had not taken any action. He also used his connections to inquire with the military about any clandestine operations, but received only negative answers.

Strangely, aside from some eyewitness testimonies, none of the security cameras near the scene captured images of the mysterious unit, not even the roadside cameras. Until the emergency call was received, the internet and telephone systems in the vicinity were completely down. The only consolation is that this tragedy hasn't yet been published online; otherwise, New York's news media, large and small, would have swarmed to the scene like stray dogs smelling food, using press freedom as a pretext to hinder the police investigation.

Even more bizarrely, the call to the police was immediately followed by an anonymous call. The anonymous caller, speaking with a synthesized voice, pointed to a place where remains were buried. Later, based on the caller's identification, items near the remains that could identify the deceased belonged to family members who had been taken away. However, the forensic doctor claimed that these people had been dead for many years.

Since the victim has been dead for many years, who is the person who has been living with the person who reported the crime?

All the investigators who learned of this information were chilled to the bone. Then, the FBI, having somehow gotten wind of it, decided to intervene and demanded complete secrecy. FBI agents in armored vehicles seized all the case files from the police station before George Stacy arrived from his office and left immediately. When the police chief arrived at the Eighth Precinct, Detectives Carter and Francesco told him that the FBI agents had entered the station armed and that they would have taken the files themselves if they hadn't handed them over.

The chubby detective Francesco was threatened with a gun for blocking them from entering the archives.

"It's more like the CIA or the military than the FBI. I know their style—brutal and direct. They might be connected to that armed group," Detective Carter, with military service and experience in Afghanistan, whispered to the director. "This is too strange. I want to investigate privately."

“This is dangerous, Carter. You're a good cop; you shouldn't take this risk.” George Stacy's expression was complex. Unlike most police officers, Detective Carter didn't like issuing minor offense tickets for money, even if it was legal income. “The two massacres from a few months ago are still unsolved, and I want you to keep your attention on them. There's something strange about this whole thing; there's definitely something we can't know. I don't want you to die, understand?”

"Sir..."

"No discussion. Detective Francesco, keep an eye on your partner. I don't want to hear any of your private information." After watching Detective Carter and Detective Francesco leave the office, Chief George Stacy first put a nicotine patch on his arm, then made up his mind to pick up the phone and dial a number.

This is a massive undertaking; the cooling pool of the Immortal City servo array has boiled over more than once.

Everyone knew that the Skrulls in the dungeon wouldn't reveal the whole truth before their final interrogation. According to the six degrees of separation theory, no more than five people separate any two people from a single stranger. Screening the interpersonal relationships of the captured and executed Skrulls consumed considerable computational power. Their social media platforms, unusual stops along their routes, and even their newspaper subscriptions were scrutinized to ensure there were no coded messages. Nick Fury stared at the icy blue, boiling cooling pool, tasting the burnt circuit boards, and a surge of bile stung his throat. He had failed once again. Victoria Hand didn't denounce his connection to the Skrulls; instead, she coldly placed the collected intelligence on the table.

"I will help," he said to Salomon as he entered the office. "I will keep my promise."

"Your promises are worthless, Nick Fury," Salomon replied coldly, his obsidian eyes devoid of any warmth. "If you asked to see me just to say that, then you should go back to your cell and reflect on your actions. The Skrulls' sins are being settled; yours will have to wait."

"I have more than just these methods hidden within S.H.I.E.L.D.," Nick Fury said. "Do you think I don't have countermeasures in place for S.W.O.R.D.? S.W.O.R.D. was originally created to counterbalance S.H.I.E.L.D., and vice versa. I will never allow myself to be deaf and blind."

"Very good." Salomon's response was quite calm. "Victoria Hand will take over your countermeasures."

"If you don't trust me, why did you invite me in the first place?"

"You know why, Nick Fury. Someone died because of your leniency; precious human lives were lost at the hands of aliens." Salomon, head bowed, worked on documents. "You might not be able to tell, but I can tell you, I'm furious. I'd trade all the Skrulls' lives for the life of a worthless human vagrant. In my eyes, humans are far more valuable than aliens, even if the Skrulls are capable of many tasks. Furthermore, I don't want your retaliatory measure to be informing the Kree—and it seems to be related to them. Even though Asgard is in disarray right now, the Kree aren't allowed to freely enter the solar system—if the Kree come, I'll kill them first, then the Skrulls."

The phone rang in a room at the Avengers base, but no one answered.

After a brief silence, the phone rang again, and this time someone answered.

"This is Falcon. Okay, it's Sam Wilson. I shouldn't have used the nickname, since I don't have an official one yet... The Captain is on a mission, and whatever you need him for, he's too busy. If you want an interview, call the Avengers' official number; if you want to buy merchandise, visit the Avengers' official website... Oh? Oh! I see, I'll help, don't worry. I'll ask my friends in the military, and Stark Industries' AI might be able to help too... I see, I see."

Secret War Phase One: The First Seventeen Days

"Captain, Chief Stacy might need our help." After a day of repeated attempts to contact him, Sam Wilson finally got through to Steve Rogers. Before George Stacy took office, the new police chief had visited the Avengers headquarters and had a conversation with Steve Rogers. The main point of that conversation was whether the NYPD could request assistance from the Avengers in the event of a major dangerous incident—as an organization with a faster response time and more specialized equipment than the National Guard, SWAT, and other special forces, George Stacy hoped the Avengers could take on some of New York City's counter-terrorism work. Faced with this request, Steve Rogers readily agreed. No matter how bad the country is, ordinary people are ultimately innocent; they haven't done anything wrong.

Therefore, all the information about the two massacres a few months ago and the five bizarre cases that occurred yesterday was compiled into the Avengers' intelligence network.

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(End of this chapter)