266 Chapter 263: Visitors from Hell (1/2)

”What are we doing following this group of people?”

Looking at the six heavily armed men in black from a distance, and the two large nylon pockets they carried in their hands, Lorna was curious.

”The bags contained two humans.”

Without waiting for Seb's answer, Wanda suddenly opened her eyes, dispersed the scarlet glow in her hands, and frowned.

”Kidnapping, vendetta, or blackmail.”

In response, Lorna said she was not surprised: ”This kind of thing can be too common in Hell's Kitchen, what's strange?”

According to a certain Kryptonian who wished to remain anonymous, an average of more than twenty people in Hell's Kitchen would not see the sun the next night and become nameless corpses floating in the Hudson River, and some could not even find their bodies.

”This is no ordinary kidnapping.”

Browsing through the video collected by the surveillance probes he installed in various hidden corners, Cyber tone gloomy: ”For the last half month, this group of people will go out every midnight, to the streets to those single punks, or drug addicts forcibly kidnapped to this apartment.

The next morning, a large truck will come and transport these kidnapped people away.

In just half a month, they have kidnapped 164 people.”

”So many people?”

Pietro was astonished, ”Why didn't anyone call the police or notice that something was wrong?”

”These people are not ordinary street punks, they are all well-trained and prepared.

The equipment in their hands is the active equipment of the U.S. Army Special Forces, and their bodies exude the iron-blooded temperament that only comes from having experienced real battlefields, veterans from Afghanistan.”

Quickly browsing the information of this group of people, Seb frowned more and more tightly: ”Their anti-surveillance ability is extremely strong, and their actions are also quite cautious, that's why they have not been discovered by the local forces.

Besides, it's just a dozen people missing every day, which is really more than normal for Hell's Kitchen.”

”The other side is the military, or some secret agency?”

Knowing this information, Lorna did not hesitate in the slightest, and directly put this cauldron on the American Empire official.

”No.”

Shaking his head, denying his girlfriend's guess, a trace of doubt appeared in Seb's eyes, ”It's a private arm under New York's oil tycoon, Earl Gustav.”

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After going through heavy checks, entering the apartment and handing over the nylon pockets in his hands to the specialized personnel, Colin led his team members and quickly arrived in the middle of the lobby on the first floor: ”Sir, mission accomplished.”

”How many times have I told you, Colin.”

In the middle of the dimly lit hall, a middle-aged white man with sunglasses and a hawk nose, sitting on the main seat, said indifferently: ”We left the army long ago, and I am no longer your chief, call me 'Marshall', or 'supervisor ' will do.”

”Yes, sir.”

Colin replied honestly without looking away.

”Forget it, clean up.”

Showing a helpless expression, Marshall finished the last sip of whiskey, turned the little brother next to him and instructed, ”This is the last batch of goods, later the transport 'pig' truck will arrive early, then we will follow along with the evacuation.”

'Cackle ~!'

The door in front of the hall was twisted and deformed, and in an instant it was torn open from the middle by a huge invisible force.

Immediately after, a tall figure wearing a tight charcoal black battlesuit slowly came from outside the door, stretched out a slender finger, aimed at the crowd in the field: ”In addition to your weapons!”