activa-t Chapter 167 Two Scenes
Chapter 167 Two Scenes
Chapter 167 Two Scenes
In the laboratory, Colt and Reed carefully reviewed the inspection report together.
"So, this guy is indeed an Inhuman." Colt read the report. "The two unsuccessful applicants are both Inhumans. What is the probability that this is a coincidence?"
"Morrison is not the applicant." Reid shook his head in denial. "The applicant is his late wife."
"So, you think it's just someone using Parker Industries' personnel list?" Colt immediately responded, "But if it's just using the list, why Parker Industries?"
Reed tilted his head, glanced at him and said nothing.
"Okay, I understand. What you mean is that someone will use this incident to target Parker Industries?" Colt scratched his head, "But isn't this direction of thinking too different from our initial suspicion? Thought that someone was using the Inhumans for experiments, but now someone is using the Inhumans for experiments to frame Parker Industries?"
He frowned: "If they want to frame Parker Industries, why would they kill sonar in such a pompous way? Parker Industries is not an arms dealer. A technology company with genetic medical technology as its core can come up with that kind of high-energy weapon at will. ? This is not to frame Stark, wouldn't it be better to use ordinary weapons?"
"So this is what we will investigate next." Reed looked at the report with a heavy heart, "But now I am going to contact Crystal, and I need to tell her about the tarantula problem, although the Inhuman criminals are not necessarily handed over to A Tilan will deal with it, but it's best to let the royal family know about this kind of matter, so as to avoid any other mistakes in the future."
"Okay, so how do we contact Crystal now?" Colt asked. "Do they have cell phones on the moon?"
"It's not us, it's me." Reed replied, "I have other things for you and Valeria to do."
Valeria, who was working on her own project, looked up blankly.
……
Inside the abandoned building.
Valeria helplessly took a lot of scanners and stood at the scene that had been damaged by an unknown number of people or stray animals even though the police had pulled the cordon.
Although the detector in the Pasteur Building modified by Reed himself can still detect residual energy traces with a high probability after so many days, Valeria does not know whether such residual energy traces can help them locate the prisoner .
After setting up various instruments, she began to map the remaining energy on the scene.
She first noticed a swirling trace of energy.
"This place is a bit far away from the scene." She turned her head to look at the place where the corpse was located. The energy was almost on the other side of the entire floor. "So, what kind of trace is this? It's an ultra-long-range energy weapon. Or charge?"
Continuing to follow the energy trace report, she slowly walked towards the crime scene.
Suddenly, within a few meters of the corpse, the energy reading suddenly increased sharply.
"So this is the place to fire." Valeria judged, she turned around in doubt, "What was the vortex-shaped energy residue before?"
……
New York prison.
Colt walked in with his FBI ID.
"I need to investigate the escape of a criminal named Morrison Adams." He showed his ID and said.
The person in charge of the prison looked at him suspiciously: "Now the FBI already has such a young agent?"
"This has nothing to do with you." Colt replied coldly, "It also has nothing to do with the investigation of the case."
"Tch." The person in charge spat, "FBI's stinking airs."
He turned around and turned on the prison's surveillance: "We have already reported to the New York police. The guy not only escaped from prison, but also killed another felon."
"Is there monitoring?" Colt asked, "Also, how did he get out of prison?"
"You can see for yourself." The person in charge seemed a little dissatisfied with Colt's previous indifferent attitude, and his attitude was also a little blunt.
The two came to the prison where Morrison was originally held.
Looking at the completely torn iron window in front of him, the person in charge couldn't help but make a joke: "If you tell me that a Hulk was locked up here before, I will believe it."
Colt ignored his joke and slipped into the cell through the broken door.
He took out a portable detector and began to explore around.
"Why, do you really think that guy is the Hulk? You're starting to check the gamma energy?" The person in charge couldn't help mocking, "I thought it was a military activity."
Soon, the instrument rang.
Colt looked up and saw the air duct directly above.
He put away the instrument, turned and walked out of the room.
"Let me look at the surveillance," Colt said.
"Then let's go." The person in charge seemed to find that this "FBI agent" didn't like talking very much, so he stopped making fun of himself.
Under the leadership of the person in charge, Colt followed the other party to the central monitoring room.
Turn on the computer and call up the video.
"The surveillance pixels here are really not high." Colt couldn't help but said, looking at the surveillance that was almost a mess on the screen.
"We don't have access to high-end monitoring like the rich and powerful FBI." The person in charge retorted, "Anyway, we won't have anyone here to rob the prison."
"But didn't you escape one just now?"
The person in charge stopped talking.
Seeing that the prison guards were operating so slowly, Colt couldn't help but grabbed the computer and started to operate.
He quickly adjusted the time magnification.
Morrison can be seen tearing open the prison.
"That guy is like Hulk, he tore open the iron door of the prison at once." The prison guard exclaimed, "By the time we found the alarm and went to him, he had already disappeared."
Soon, Morrison's figure appeared on the screen again.
"It took him less than a minute to get here, which is unreasonable at all. Even if it is the shortest way, it would take us much longer to get there, so we failed to stop him." The prison guards seemed to be worried Make excuses to defend the dereliction of duty of one's own colleagues.
Watching Morrison tear open the cell door to get in and out on the screen, Colt stood up.
"Have you found anything?" The person in charge finally said, "So what new ideas does your FBI have?"
"First of all, you need to change to a good monitor. I don't know how long you have used this thing, but the pixels are too low." Colt glanced at him.
"Isn't it very clear that you can see this guy's movements? Isn't it because you can't see the details?" The person in charge retorted.
"Although he concealed it himself, it doesn't mean that your surveillance is reasonable because you can't even tell the difference between two hands and four arms." Colt pointed to the camera that he had processed, on which he could barely see Mo Leeson clings to the two arms hidden by his body.
"Secondly, if your monitoring is better, next time you will be able to find out what monster you have imprisoned and notify the Avengers in time. This time you are lucky and did not run into each other head-on, otherwise I am afraid it will be difficult for you to stand still. Talk to me here.
"In the end, I took this video record with me."
(End of this chapter)