From American comics to becoming the mastermind behind the scenes

George Stacy crouched down and gave it a cursory examination.

"It looks like he tore his own trachea and trachea and choked to death on his own blood."

Smith's pupils dilated, his mouth opened so wide that his throat was visible, and his tongue had turned a deep purplish-red.

His hands were raised high, his skin was ashen, his fingernails were covered in flesh and blood, a large amount of blood was gushing from his neck, and his tongue was stuck on his neck, which looked like a broken net.

George Stacy has handled many murder cases and seen many "strange" and "artistic" corpses.

Some of the victims who died from drug use looked even more horrifying than this.

But the most crucial aspect of this case is not the tragic death of the man before us.

It was because of his status.

"The head has been found," the young policeman said, glancing at the corpse. He almost vomited, barely managing to suppress his nausea.

George Stacy laughed and teased, "You're hopeless, keep going."

"Senator Smith, who is also the White House's military advisor, is responsible for part of the weapons procurement program."

"Fuck it, what's wrong with this world?" George Stacy sighed. "The Hell's Kitchen massacre was just getting under control, and now a senator has been killed."

In some ways, the case of Congressman Smith's murder is even more complicated than the Hell's Kitchen massacre that killed more than seventy people.

After all, the people who die in Hell's Kitchen are mostly ordinary people.

"First, check if there's a problem with the indoor surveillance cameras."

George Stacy instructed her men to turn on the surveillance footage.

"As per orders from our superiors, the case of Commissioner Smith's murder has now been transferred to the FBI."

The noise outside caught George Stacy's attention, and when she looked up, she saw a familiar bald head.

It was the FBI agent who had previously taken over the Hell's Kitchen massacre case from them.

"It's you again?" George Stacy frowned.

Coulson pulled out his ID and showed it to everyone, then smiled and said, "Looks like we're destined to meet. You can all take a break now."

George Stacy wasn't annoyed at all by having her job taken away; instead, she was relieved.

This is different from the Hell's Kitchen massacre; the victim was someone of very high status.

Now someone has offered to take on this hot potato, and George Stacy even wants to treat Coulson to a hair growth meal.

"Alright, let's go!"

Xiao Zizai and Yan Shuangying appeared only after all the police had left.

"As expected, what Joker has came from Zhao Guizhen," Xiao Zizai said.

"It's a good thing the Joker was caught, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble he might have caused later." Coulson wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Compared to the clown, Ren Woxing seems adorable.

Ren Woxing killed many people, but the clown caused a lot of trouble.

"That's just one," Xiao Zizai said. "There are three Jokers in total, and they also possess a technology that can turn other people into Jokers."

Coulson's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

Yan Shuangying smiled and said, "Don't worry, the clown prefers to observe people's reactions when he's up to something. He definitely won't cause any other trouble before this matter is over."

Coulson was relieved: "That's good, we can't afford any more trouble."

"By the way, we're going to be away for a while to investigate Zhao Guizhen," Yan Shuangying said. "You should have already contacted Constantine, right? Let him handle things here."

However, I must advise you that you shouldn't believe everything he says, but you also shouldn't completely disregard it.

Coulson was somewhat reluctant. Although there wasn't much affection between them, he wasn't really that sentimental either. His main concern was that if he encountered someone like Ren Woxing again, he would be beaten to death.

With Yan Shuangying and Xiao Zizai around, I feel even safer.

Not to mention that it's now also associated with a bizarre curse.

Fortunately, there's still a backup plan.

Moreover, judging from Yan Shuangying's confession, Constantine is a Westerner.

And since he's not with S.H.I.E.L.D., perhaps we could try to recruit Constantine into S.H.I.E.L.D.!

"Okay, then you must be careful in your actions."

After Yan Shuangying and Xiao Zizai left, Coulson glanced at the corpse on the ground.

"I wonder how things are going with Tony Stark."

……

"Keep the music playing, keep dancing!"

The music was blasting, the lights were flashing, and there were beautiful women everywhere.

Tony Stark raised his glass and downed it in one gulp. He looked at the slender woman beside him with long, fiery red hair and smiled, "Why are you being so serious? Come on, have a drink."

The woman invited by Tony Stark was none other than Black Widow Natasha. Upon hearing this, she tossed her long, wavy hair and laughed, "Stark, you don't need to try anymore."

Tony Stark secretly regretted it; this woman he had recently hired as Pepper Potts' assistant was more exciting than any of the supermodels he had ever slept with.

After Jarvis investigated, he discovered that she was actually a secret agent.

And uniform fetish?

Unfortunately, he wouldn't listen to reason.

But as the saying goes, "what you can't have is always the best," which always leaves Tony Stark feeling itchy and uncomfortable.

"How much longer will this kind of life last? I'm starting to get tired of it."

Natasha knew, of course, that Tony Stark knew her identity, and the two maintained a delicate balance.

He chuckled, "I'm afraid you'll have to endure this for a while longer; Commissioner Smith is dead too."

"What?" Tony Stark wasn't surprised. "I told you that guy was living the same lifestyle as me and would die sooner or later."

Natasha frowned slightly, her lips pursed: "You have a good understanding of yourself."

"certainly."

"If I told you..."

Natasha moved closer to Tony Stark, her fragrant breath making him dizzy with infatuation, but upon hearing what she said next, Tony Stark's mind immediately returned to normal.

"In the reception room, he scratched his trachea with his freshly trimmed nails, pulling out his trachea and tongue. The autopsy results showed that the self-harm continued until he died. Fortunately, the blood entering his lungs made his death a little easier."

Tony Stark instinctively touched his neck.

"There are four dead people now. The first one hid in the bathroom, shaved a mop, and stabbed himself in the temple. The second one committed seppuku and then strangled himself with his intestines. The third one turned on the gas stove and burned himself to death..."

Tony Stark chuckled, "This is perfect for a horror movie. You're kidding me, aren't you?"

Natasha smiled and tilted her head. "I have some photos from the scene. Would you like to take a look? Perfect timing, these things are making you a bit bored."

"No, no, thank you," Tony Stark said, getting up. "I'm going to the bathroom."

She then fled as fast as she could, Natasha letting out a disdainful sneer.

Tony Stark knocked on the bathroom door, and after confirming that no one was there, gently tapped on the vanity mirror.

The makeup mirror immediately popped open a small hole, emitting infrared rays.

"Iris verification complete. Welcome back, Stark."

The ground cracked open, and an elevator rose up.

Tony Stark got into the elevator, and the ground closed up again.

The lights came on, and Tony Stark picked up the black liquid from the lab table.

This is exactly the cursed substance the Joker mentioned.

"Is it being discharged into the water treatment plant?"

Tony Stark let out a dismissive laugh, casually setting the black liquid aside. "Then you underestimate the power of science, Jarvis!"

The wall was reversed, revealing a series of exorbitantly priced experimental instruments in the field.

"We should get to work, Jarvis!"