I work as an editor at Marvel.

Then, Des stood up, put the hat on the table on his head, stopped at the door, turned back to look at Guddar, and said, "Excuse me, I forgot something. You probably don't even know who your superior is right now, tsk tsk tsk, how interesting."

Guda clenched his fists and remained silent. What the other party said was true, and he had no way to refute it.

After leaving the police station, Des glanced back at the second floor, as if he could see Guda's unwilling gaze through the wall.

Young man, you think you're so great just because you're a temporary leader? Once those political maneuvering sessions are over, your time as captain will be over.

Unless he can achieve something extraordinary in such a short time, but how is that possible?

Des glanced at the elite soldiers standing beside him and the local police surrounded by them. He had already taken care of all the experienced officers; the rest were either seasoned veterans or newcomers. Even the police chief was on their side.

Investigate? What kind of ghost could Gudah possibly find?

On the second floor, Guddar took some time to calm himself down, then pushed open the conference room door, and his subordinates approached him from outside.

"Captain, there's only one left whose work hours are relatively long," a team member whispered.

"Those bastards left one of them for us?" Guda sneered.

"Uh... no, Kadar is known for not putting in any real effort, and he's on the same side as the deputy director here, which is why he was left behind," the team member explained.

"..." Guda took a deep breath. "The information is still complete, isn't it?"

"It's complete, but the original paper files were all taken away by those people," the team member continued.

Guda was completely speechless. He glared at his teammates and strode outside. He didn't want to stay there for another second; it was too suffocating. What kind of situation was this?

However, when they reached the door, Guda obediently took Kadar with him.

Kadar sat obediently in the back seat of the car, not daring to move an inch.

He's still investigating the case, but the person with the biggest problem here is himself!

At the same time, he also remembered the instructions given by his brother-in-law, who was the deputy chief of the police station.

"I've already told you who the people who came this time are, and you can't hide your past anymore. If all else fails, just confess. It's just smuggling; at worst, you'll go to jail for a few years. As long as you don't expose me, I'll use my connections to get you released on bail soon."

My dear brother-in-law, I am a smuggler, but I can't talk about what I smuggle!

Kadar scratched his hair in frustration.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Kadar came to his senses and found that Guda was scrutinizing him.

"It's nothing, it's nothing..." Kadar moved his lips a couple of times, offering a perfunctory reply.

"Get out of the car if there's nothing else! We'll start our investigation here!" Guda pulled Kadar out of the car.

As Kadar stepped out of the car, his heart tightened again; their secret basement wasn't far from this location!

"This is the area you're in charge of, so you should be quite familiar with it. Are there any suspicious individuals?" Guda asked. He didn't want to think about anything else; he just wanted to get to the bottom of things before the military personnel did.

"Uh... there are a few drug addicts nearby..." Kadar regretted his words as soon as he finished speaking. He had been smuggling too much, and his mind was full of information related to the drugs.

“Start with these people! Take me there!” Guddar patted Kadar on the shoulder. “Once this is all over, I’ll put in a good word for you and get you promoted!”

Kadar nodded helplessly. He didn't have high expectations right now; he just wanted to live.

Guddar walked with a swagger. This time, he had fewer people and worse equipment than the military, and the personnel were not very good either, so he could only rely on this kind of luck.

When he arrived, he had already thought about it. The fact that three people who had suddenly become rich but were still staying in a remote town spoke volumes.

The means by which they became rich overnight must have been illegal, and the first thing that came to Guddar's mind was drug trafficking, which could achieve this in a short period of time.

It just so happens that Kadar is a drug addict, which suits his taste perfectly, as drug trafficking to support his addiction is a common practice.

While the military and Gudah were conducting a thorough investigation, unbeknownst to them, a small team of special agents had already arrived near Elm Street.

"Report, Ross's men and that newly formed unit have arrived. They've taken over all the police and are conducting an investigation," the agent reported to his captain.

"Have the people tracking us been sent out?" the Hydra captain asked, putting down his binoculars.

“They’ve been sent out, and they’re all experienced veterans. They won’t be easily discovered. But, Captain, isn’t it too passive of us to only collect secondhand, overlooked information?” the team member asked.

"Passive? You think you're here to investigate a case?" The Hydra captain glanced at his subordinate, then turned to the other agents awaiting orders. "You take your men and secretly keep a close watch on the main road intersections. The rest of you, divide into groups of three and ambush along the exit route."

"There's only one rule: don't let anyone get away! If anyone leaves, even if they're just wandering around, you have to apprehend them. If you can't, kill them and take the body and all their belongings away!"

"Yes, sir!" The agents immediately began their work in their usual groups.

A leader is a leader. As long as we kill everyone, whatever they find will be ours. What a great method!

As the sniper team leader pondered this, he led his men to keep an eye on the key intersection.

They don't have to abide by the tacit understanding between the military and politicians, so there were enough people this time.

In fact, they could have used their numerical advantage to wipe out all those people, then sealed off the entire Yushu Street and conducted a direct, forceful search.

It's a pity that Hydra isn't ready to step into the sunlight yet, but that day won't be too far off. Once S.H.I.E.L.D. has completely transformed into another head, more than half of the conditions for their resurgence will be met.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Freddy Arrives

"All of them are ordinary users? Not a single dealer?!" Guda roared at his team members, slamming the investigation files in his hand onto the table.

After searching all afternoon, we still couldn't find any useful clues. These guys got their goods from dealers in other cities, which had nothing to do with this town.

Kadar, who was quietly standing to the side, breathed a slight sigh of relief. They weren't in the retail business; they were in the wholesale business. Who would distribute goods in their own backyard? This wasn't Mexico, where vendors could not only operate openly but could even run for the country's top leadership.

However, the situation is still not good for Qatar. The two groups that came are prepared not to leave until they find something. Under such a large-scale search, it is only a matter of time before the basement is discovered.

Now Kadar has two things to solve. The first is to get rid of the backlog of goods, and the second is to deal with all the people who know about it. Once these two problems are solved, it will be very difficult to trace the case back to him.

Despite his thoughts, Kadar had no idea how to solve any of the problems. Ever since he was taken away by these people, he had been accompanied by at least one team member, making it impossible for him to send out even a single word.

There was an even more urgent matter weighing on Kadar's mind. The investigation had made such a big fuss that even the babies in the whole town probably knew about it. Amanda in the basement must have noticed something too. Under these circumstances, if he didn't contact Amanda for a long time, Kadar had no idea what that girl might do.

Once Amanda is exposed, things will spiral completely out of control. Just thinking about what will happen to him fills Kadar with fear, like waves crashing on the ocean.

"1, 2, Freddy will come looking for you..."

A sinister nursery rhyme suddenly rang in Kadar's ears. He looked up sharply but found no one singing. Instead, the office was very quiet; no one was chatting or speaking.

"3, 4, lock your door..."

The nursery rhyme continued, and Kadar felt his heart begin to beat in rhythm with it. He gripped his clothes tightly, both afraid and afraid to scream.

"5, 6, cover your face..."

With a snap, Kadar sat up from his chair, drawing the attention of everyone around him with this abrupt movement.

"7, 8, breathing will stop..."

Kadar took a deep breath and raised his hand. "Excuse me, I'm a little tired. Can I rest for a bit?"

Guda frowned as he looked at the guy. He hadn't done anything, so why was he suddenly tired? Was he planning to slack off again? Wait, something wasn't right. Come to think of it, this guy seemed tense the whole day...

"You, take him to the rest room to rest for a bit," Guda casually pointed to one of the team members and said.

After Kadar left, Guda pulled one of his trusted men aside and whispered in his ear, "Investigate this Kadar, but keep it low-key and don't let anyone else know, especially the police and those thugs."

The subordinate nodded, indicating that he understood.

Guda tapped his knuckles. He had a premonition that Kadar might be a key figure in his desperate counterattack. The more critical the moment, the more careful he had to be. If the information leaked, he was sure those bastards would come and snatch him away. Anyway, the man was in his hands now and couldn't run away. He could investigate slowly.

In the lounge, Kadar hid his body under the covers; he was too terrified to stay in front of Guda any longer.

Kadar burrowed his head deeper into the blanket, like an ostrich. As long as he didn't look, no one was watching him, and the song hadn't played in his ears since he left the office, which made him feel that his choice was right.

After a few minutes, once he calmed down a bit, Kadar felt a little sleepy. He had been on edge all day and was starting to feel the strain.

I'm feeling sleepy, and my pillow's right under my head, so I might as well just take a nap...

After saying something to himself, Kadar closed his eyes, his breathing gradually becoming long and even, and he fell asleep.

After observing from God's perspective that one of his chosen targets had fallen asleep, Yang Qiu gently snapped his fingers. Script Seven Evolution Begins. Sleep well, Freddy the Ghost is here!

Tick-tock, tick-tock. Kadar frowned, and after a few seconds, he opened his eyes with some annoyance. Where did this noise come from when he was just falling asleep?!

Just as Kadar was trying to find the source of the noise, he suddenly realized that he was no longer in the lounge, but in a dark underground building. Strange water pipes ran through his head, and water droplets seeping from the gaps in the pipes fell to the ground, making the sound in his ears.

where is this?

Kadar got out of bed, which looked completely out of place with its surroundings.

Am I dreaming?

Kadar stepped on the ground and felt a little lightheaded, as if he were not in the real world.

The sound of leather shoes clicking on the ground reached Kadar's ears.

He looked up into the darkness, where he could vaguely see figures moving about. When the figures walked into the light, Kadar's heart skipped a beat, then calmed down.

“I can see you even in my dreams. I should have advised him to wait before killing you,” Kadar said.

That's right, the three people standing in front of him were the three smugglers that Amanda had killed.

The first man smiled at Kadar, then reached out and removed his own head, placing it against his chest. The face on his head was calm and expressionless, its mouth slowly opening, "1, 2, Freddy will come for you..."

The sound coming from the mouth did not match the person's appearance at all; it was the sound of a child singing a nursery rhyme.

Snap! The second head was ripped off. "3, 4, lock your door..."

The third one was taken off, "5, 6, cover your face..."

Kadar was terrified; even in his dream, such a scene was terrifying enough.

He unconsciously began to back away until his calves touched the back of the bed, and he sat down on the bed as the three headless figures in front of him continued to approach.

"Don't come any closer...don't come any closer..." Kadar cried out weakly.

Just then, Kadar felt a face appear next to his shoulder. He couldn't see it, but he could clearly feel the face. He could even tell that the face had been scorched in flames and was horribly ugly.

As Kadar tried to escape, an iron claw reached out from behind and pinned him to the spot. Then, the head beside his shoulder sang in a hoarse voice, word by word, "7, 8, breathing will stop..."

Chapter Thirty-Eight: An Impossible Death

Hearing the nursery rhyme in his ear, Kadar began to struggle frantically, but he found that the person behind him seemed to have the greatest strength in the world. With one hand, he easily pressed him down on the bed, and he could not get away at all.

As he swung his arms and legs around, Kadar noticed that he had knocked something to the ground. He glanced at himself instinctively and was immediately horrified.

What was once a perfectly normal bed had been transformed into a pile of goods made up of bags of white powder. Without taking a second look, Kadar was certain that this was the merchandise he had sold.

These goods flowed from this small town to several nearby major cities, where they were adulterated to reduce their purity before finally reaching the hands of users. As for the color now, Kadar can confirm that these are all unadulterated goods with an alarmingly high purity.