Soon Phil arrived at the crime scene.
"Such a murder method..." Phil frowned as he saw Johnson's wound.
Daniel at this moment said "There were three agents in alley 96, and the wounds on their bodies were similar to this one."
"It looks like it's really a SCP." Phil Coulson stood up and muttered to himself with a solemn expression.
Being able to assassinate a top agent under the noses of dozens of agents can only be explained by the SCP event.
"So...what are the characteristics of this SCP?" Phil Coulson was there thoughtfully.
According to the research of the Foundation, every SCP has its own method of hunting and its own set of rules.
Just like SCP-307, its rule is that it never preys on cold-blooded animals, only has a soft spot for warm-blooded animals(soft spot in a funny way), and devours his opponents through vines.
Phil Coulson looked at the open window.
Extremely fast? Or is it good at using relatively long weapons? What kind of cylindrical object should this wound be caused by, a stick? or something else?
Phil thought that maybe there are some connections between the deceased, "maybe their skin?.….Umm..No, one of them was black."
Phil Coulson only felt a little pain in his skull thinking over all this.
In the case of not knowing the information, it is simply too difficult to know the rules and characteristics of the SCP.
"Mike got his neck twisted from behind by something?" Phil Coulson's eyes flashed.
Phil Coulson suddenly realized something very terrifying.
That is, there may not be one but two SCPs in Hell's Kitchen.
One of them likes to twist people's neck from behind and the other's characteristics are still not clear.
"This matter has to be reported!" After realizing the seriousness of the matter, Coulson didn't dare to stay any longer, and turned around and left the crime scene.
He had to report this matter to the director in person, and then to the president of the foundation.
If what he's thinking is right, then he can't even imagine the level of danger New York is in right now.
Phil Coulson, unaware that he had passed by Death God again, returned to his office.
But Daniel was not so lucky. "Is the computer on?I remember Johnson was trying to sort out the video of the case."Curious, Daniel stepped forward and opened the computer, because the computer was not used for a long time, it had screened out.
The computer was turned on, and a frightening and indescribable face appeared on the screen.
Seeing this terrifying face, even the mentally strong Daniel was taken aback.
"Fu*k! What is this? Is that bastard Johnson was watching some horror video in his dorm?
No! This seems to be a surveillance video on a combat helmet, isn't it..."
Daniel pulled out his chair and sat down, then opened the video file and began to confirm the cut.
"I see! The murderer of alley 96 is actually a monster. Could such a deformed monster be an experimental product of a certain laboratory?
Is that's the reason why Johnson was killed? But it's not right. If it is killing people, why not destroy the evidence then?"
Thinking this, Daniel started analysing the reason of death.
A gust of wind came, followed by another strong wind toward the neck.
As a top-level agent, Daniel lowered his head by conditioned reflex, avoiding the sneak attack from what was behind him.
"boom!"
The computer in front of Daniel was blown out and smashed against the wall not far away.
The sound of the computer being smashed against the wall was heard by agents who came to collect Johnson's body.
"There's a fight going on inside! The attackers haven't left yet?" Several agents instantly took out their pistols and broke into the door.
Daniel, who avoided the fatal blow of SCP-096 in a hurry, immediately shouted after seeing his comrades come to support: "Fu*k! It's this monster, it's this monster that killed Johnson and the others."
"What kind of monster is this?" Seeing the ugly SCP-096, everyone's heart could not help pumping.
"Bang, bang, bang...!"
With almost no hesitation, the four agents emptied their magazines in an instant.
Then they put another magazine in their gun.
Daniel also took the opportunity to run out of the room and hide behind the four agents.
"This monster looks so ugly!"
An agent shouted while changing the magazine.
Daniel reminded: "The bullet doesn't seem to have much effect on this monster, call for support!"
"Then hurry up and report to the boss!" An agent urged impatiently.
In the face of such a monster who is not very afraid of bullets, it must be a lie to say that he is not nervous.
How many people can keep calm in the face of monsters that can't be killed by bullets? After all, no matter how well-trained the agent is, he is still a mere mortal.
Daniel quickly took out the contactor, ready to contact Phil Coulson.
But unfortunately, Phil Coulson is reporting to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters at the moment, and the liaison is busy...
The dark-faced Daniel could only comfort him: "Fu*k! The boss can't be contacted now. You guys try hold on for a while. With such a loud gunshot, support should come soon."
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Thank you for reading.