Open the treasure chest in the comic world

"Okay, this is it, everyone, come down quickly." Wood landed the helicopter more than a hundred kilometers away from Raccoon City and greeted everyone, "It's not far from the nearest town, it's just over an hour's walk away. , we can go to the town to have a good meal in a while and then take a bath and have a good sleep." After a day of hard work, everyone was already tired and hungry. Now hearing Wood say this, their eyes lit up. They all quickened their pace.

Seeing that he was pulled behind instantly, Wood shook his head helplessly and smiled. In fact, he just said that just to boost morale. Now that he and others had escaped from Raccoon City and were in possession of Umbrella Company's black materials, this must be on Umbrella Company's hit list. Given Umbrella's urinary nature, if I and others were not careful or found a powerful backer to expose Umbrella, they would probably be hunted to death.

When people like me arrive in a small town, they probably only have a meal. If they want to sleep, they may not have the chance. Except for the female reporter and the black DJ, none of these people are simple characters, not to mention the two main plot characters Alice and Jill. Even Carlos doesn't know how to crawl around in Umbrella. How many years has it existed. They should be able to think of this, but they all subconsciously ignored this. It's not that they didn't think of it, they just didn't want to say it or think about it.

I entered a small town and found a fast food restaurant. When I was ordering food, the waitress was shocked. There was a little girl among the eight people in the group. She actually ordered fifty hamburgers, ten packs of French fries, and as for chicken wings and drumsticks , drinks and so on are too numerous to count. Are you pigs? No, pigs are not as edible as you. At that time, she wanted to complain like this. But she looked at the people covered in blood, wearing combat uniforms and carrying guns, and finally swallowed her words. Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend.

When she saw such a strange group of people, it wasn't that she didn't think about calling the police. The key was that the phone in the store just couldn't be reached, and it was only 2003, and mobile phones had just become popular. A small shop assistant like herself definitely didn't have such expensive things.

As for why the phone call couldn't be connected, of course it was cut out by the protagonist and others. Because Wood knew that the current image of himself and others looked like gangsters, and they had just finished killing people. So in order to avoid unnecessary trouble and prevent the police officer from making a wasted trip, this was the last resort. Wood and others had not thought of hiding their guns before going in, but the clothes and blood on their bodies were difficult to hide. Without conditions, everyone had no choice but to do this.

And there is another advantage in this case, that is, it is convenient when running orders. When they entered the door, everyone touched their pockets and found that only the black DJ and the beautiful reporter had forty dollars. However, the money was still too little for the meal, so they had to eat the Overlord meal.

It's only nine o'clock in the morning, which is not the peak period. There are not many people here to eat, not even the shop assistants are here. In desperation, after serving the food, the waitress could only call out the only waiter here, the chef in the kitchen, a fat man of more than 200 pounds, and asked him to stand with her and stare at each other. Wood and others came to embolden him, but it seemed to be of no use, because the fat man couldn't help but trembled after being glanced at by Wood, and seemed more scared than the clerk.

"Phew, feel good."

Wood dropped the chicken legs in his hands, patted his belly comfortably, and couldn't help but sigh. Thinking about it, I have only eaten half of an energy bar since I traveled through time. How miserable is that? Looking at other people, they have almost finished eating. Some are wiping their mouths with paper towels, some are holding a cup of Coke and tasting it slowly, some are picking their teeth with toothpicks, and some are stroking their stomachs like Wood. But no matter what, everyone has a satisfied smile on their face.

"Hey, brother, let's go." Wood rested for a while and called the black DJ beside him. This black DJ is not a good guy. He knows a lot about all kinds of things. So Wood planned to go around the town with him to see if he could find a gangster or drug dealer or something, borrow some money, and somehow scrape together food and travel expenses.

The two stood up and walked outside, but as soon as they walked out of the door, Wood was stunned when he saw several bulletproof off-road vehicles parked outside the fast food restaurant, and groups of armed men with live ammunition were surrounding the place. Wood looked at the signs that there were no umbrellas on these cars and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled the black DJ who was still in a daze beside him and quietly retreated into the house.

"Two, please wait a moment."

At this time, a white man with sparse blond hair and a black suit got out of the car at the front and said.

Looking at the guns pointing at him all around, Wood could only stop and said with a false smile on his face: "I don't know what this gentleman wants to do with us."

The man didn't care about Wood's attitude. Instead, he showed a bright smile that was countless times more sincere than Wood's fake smile, and said: "Hello, we are the FBI, and we want to find out something from you." As he said that, he An ID was taken out and handed to Wood.

Wood took a look at the certificate. Because his predecessor had frequent dealings with the FBI, Wood could tell at a glance that this was true. But Wood didn't believe that they were the FBI, because according to the FBI's domineering style, if they brought so many people here, now that Wood had been handcuffed and escorted back to the station, how could he communicate in such a cordial and friendly manner as now.

"Hello, I'm honored to be able to help you. I don't know what you want to ask." Wood looked at the certificate and handed it back, and replied in a formal manner. He can now determine the identities of these people and can produce a real FBI document in the United States, and the name written on the document is: Phil Coulson. Seeing this name, anyone who has watched the Marvel series will be able to guess the name of this organization. Yes, it is S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Can you please come in and have a seat?" the man took back his ID and said to Wood. He is indeed from SHIELD. If a nuclear bomb exploded in Raccoon City, of course they would come to investigate. It happened that their surveillance personnel saw the traces of Wood and his party, so he came here to understand the situation. The reason for pretending to be the FBI is to reduce the impact. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. is also a mysterious organization. When you don’t know how much Wood and others know, it is best not to expose the existence of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Wood brought Colson into the fast food restaurant, and Colson did not show any cowardice. He walked into this fast food restaurant alone and did not know how dangerous it was. This shows that he is very knowledgeable about himself and S.H.I.E.L.D. confident. Others in the store also showed doubts when they saw Coulson following Wood. Although they did not show any obvious hostility, they all put their hands on their weapons.