I'm a Detective In the Marvel World

Chapter 658

"Hello, team leader, where are you now?"

After asking such a question, Peter wanted to smack himself. Where else can the team leader go except in the hospital now?

"I'm riding!"

Sharon's angry voice came from her mobile phone.

"Yeah... Huh?" Peter frowned suspiciously, "aren't you in the hospital, team leader? Why are you riding again... "

Peter's voice was getting louder and louder because he heard a strange voice across from him. The voice seemed to come out with his mouth covered. It shouted with a certain rhythm. With the extension of time and the acceleration of the rhythm, the tone of the voice became higher and higher. Finally, he couldn't control it and sent out a loud woman scream.

"... oh... My God..."

With this scream, there was a rapid sound soon, which was obviously different from the scream.

Peter didn't speak and hung up in silence.

He has not been his first brother for a long time. Since he met Victoria, he has also experienced the process from green and shy to familiar. He is very familiar with the sound made by the opposite side.

It's just... The team leader is the team leader, even two at the same time.

Thinking about the beautiful big sisters raised at home, Peter felt particularly envious for a moment.

Of course, he was envious. If he dared to go out and steal food, he could break his leg first without talking about others, old-fashioned Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben.

Peter looked behind him, huh? What about the deformed robot? Why didn't you catch up?

Is it because he ran so fast that the other party lost him?

Fark, I knew this. I didn't fight with him just now.

Peter jumped off the roof of a building panting, wrapped Connor and sat down in the corner, breathing heavily.

Connor, after a roller coaster, was a little immune again. Although his face was also white, at least he didn't spit out.

After a long rest, Peter stood up trembling against the wall and asked Connor, "where do you live, child? I'll take you home."

"Go home?" Connor suddenly remembered something and said anxiously, "by the way, if they can't catch me, they will go to my place to find me. My adoptive parents are in danger."

"Adoptive parents?" Peter was surprised and said, "are you... An orphan?"

Connor shook his head, then nodded again, with a heavy tone: "my father died long ago, and my mother... In the mental hospital, I am now assigned to a foster family by the child assistance station."

Peter, whose parents had both died, felt a sense of sympathy when he heard Connor's words. I'm better than him. At least Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben take themselves as their own children. Looking at the child's appearance and listening to his tone of voice, it is obvious that he should not live well in the foster family.

Peter squatted down, touched Connor's head and said in a deep voice, "we'll call your adoptive parents to leave, and then arrange for the police to ambush them."

Connor's eyes brighten. Is that okay?

"Of course." Peter took out his cell phone and handed it to Connor. "Call your adoptive parents now."

Connor took the phone and quickly dialed it. Soon the phone was connected, and a tired woman's voice came across: "Hello, this is GATT's house... Connor? Where are you now? Do you know how long we've been looking for you? Get back to me now! "

Connor let go of his cell phone and waited for the curse to disappear before he had a good way: "wait a minute, agent NIA is looking for you."

"Agent?"

Before Mrs. gate could react, Peter answered the phone and said in a deep voice, "I'm agent NIA. You're in danger now. Please leave your residence immediately and go to the nearest police station."

"Hehe," said Mrs. gate, disdaining to laugh, "boy, it's a little tender to play with me. The voice is so young that you dare to pretend to be agent NIA. I think you are tired of living. "

"Tell Connor that if he doesn't come back in an hour, he'll never come back!"

With that, she hung up before Peter could speak.

Listening to the blind sound from the mobile phone, Peter blinked and looked at Connor suspiciously: "my voice is not like agent NIA?"

"It's not just the voice. You have a problem, okay. Which NIA agent wears tights like you? "

Connor muttered in his heart and reluctantly smiled, "don't worry, that's the problem with the GATS. Don't say you call. Even if police officers come to the door, they are also very impolite. "

Peter curled his lips and said, "forget it, I'd better send a letter to the rest of the group first."

Just as Peter called Sam and Tina to report the matter, the gate bell rang.

"Who, come at this time?"

Mrs. gate muttered and opened the door unhappily. As a result, she saw a policeman standing at the door.

"Hello, excuse me... Does John Connor live here?"

The officer asked with a smile.

Mrs. gate looked at each other warily, reached out and grabbed the door frame, and said coldly, "is that smelly boy in trouble again? I tell you, he just stays here temporarily. No matter what mistakes he makes, it has nothing to do with us. "

The policeman smiled, "can you go in and say it?"

Mrs. gate hesitated for a moment. Looking at the other party's cold eyes and the pistol around her waist, she finally counseled and obediently opened the door.

In the park where Peter and T1000 fought, more than a dozen police officers gathered vigilantly and looked at the tightly wrapped "cocoon". There was a brave policeman who carefully stretched out his hand to touch the cocoon. As a result, he was immediately scolded by the captain next to him.

"Damn it, you idiot, what are you doing? Do you know what this is? You dare touch it! " The captain caught the policeman and sprayed, "I warn you, our task is to watch this thing here. As for what's inside, no one is allowed to be curious, you know?"

Feeling the spittle on his face, the policeman nodded quickly.

The captain snorted and walked to his police car, ready to ask when the headquarters support would arrive. But as soon as he took a few steps, behind him came the trembling voice of his men: "boss, this thing... Moved."

"Just move. What are you afraid of?"

"But... There seems to be something tearing."

"What's the gun in your hand, decoration? Whatever comes out of it, make a beehive for me. "

What these police officers were worried about did not happen. T800 did try, but the spider silk was too sticky and could struggle a few times at the beginning. But as he struggled, the spider silk became tighter and tighter, and finally completely wrapped into a mummy.

Then three black SUVs came with a black pickup truck.

Several people in black came down from the SUV, handed over a document to the sheriff and said in a deep voice: "we are from saber company and have been approved by the Ministry of state. We have this thing."

The captain looked at the documents carefully and asked the headquarters through the walkie talkie. After receiving a positive reply, he didn't say anything more and waved away directly.

After all the police cars left, these people in black took out their instruments and scanned them at the "cocoon". When they heard the sound of "drops" from the instruments, their faces immediately changed.

How can there be a reaction to nuclear radiation?