Marvel's Great Old Ones

Brian from the Crime Unit had an ugly look on his face as soon as he got out of the car. He raised his feet, and there was a large puddle of vomit at his feet.

The smell of various seasonings is mixed with the sour smell. Whoever smells it knows the smell.

To be honest, he didn't want to come when he was notified of gunshots coming from a dock warehouse in Brooklyn.

In New York, who doesn't know the name of Brooklyn's "Hell's Kitchen"? If there is no shooting here, it will be a new thing.

Due to historical issues, there are many Irish immigrants, Asian immigrants, stowaways and those who stayed for various reasons.

These people form a complicated Brooklyn neighborhood, which is full of gangs of all sizes, as well as drugs, arms, population...

The incompetent pig-headed team leader called himself early this morning and told him that there was a major case here. It was probably involved in the transaction of someone above, otherwise there would be many cases of this level in the Brooklyn archives.

Brian has always scorned these behind-the-scenes deals, but unfortunately this is the reality, and he also has to eat.

"Hank, how's the situation?" Brian took out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his nose, and stopped a man who was covering his mouth in a hurry.

God, in all his years as a police officer, he has never seen such a tragic case.

I saw police officers lying around and vomiting all over the pier, and the disgusting smell penetrated their noses.

"Ugh...bu...Sir Brian, to be honest, I don't recommend you go in. It's better to wait until the people from the forensic room arrive." The policeman named Hank suppressed the feeling of nausea and saluted.

"God, I've never seen that kind of scene. It's like being in hell - well, let's not talk about it, I - I'm going to vomit."

"Is it that serious?" Looking at Hank running away, Brian touched his chin. To be honest, he was a little curious about what kind of scene could make an experienced police detective vomit like that.

"Thank you for your generous gift——!!"

The moment he opened the warehouse door, Brian's vision went dark, and a smell that was more sour than outside the warehouse rushed straight into Tianling Gai.

He instantly turned around and rushed out of the warehouse, escaping from this hellish scene.

All kinds of mutilated body parts, meat, and blood were scattered around the warehouse, as if dozens of people had been thrown into a rapidly rotating helicopter.

As soon as Brian entered, he saw an eyeball soaked in blood looking straight at him. Mixed with the complex smell, he finally understood why the scene was so tragic.

"I don't understand why this place isn't handed over to those 'noble masters' who have higher ambitions. I don't want to see those things anymore. I feel like I won't be able to eat for at least three days."

Hank handed Brian a bottle of water and kept complaining.

"There are some shady transactions of the upper class mixed in here. How could you dare to hand it over to the FBI guys." Brian took the water and rinsed his mouth, feeling that he was finally alive.

"But my intuition tells me that there is something wrong here. I swear, no matter what kind of weapon it is, it is impossible to cause the scene inside."

The people from the forensic room had already arrived, but they did not report to Brian, the person in charge of the scene. Instead, they directly cleaned up the scene and took away those parts of the human body that knew what part.

Brian and Hank just watched coldly. The pig-headed team leader called him here just to find someone to take the blame, and that team leader was also used by a higher-level person to take the blame.

The people in the forensic room probably had the courage to clean up the place regardless of the evidence because they received orders from someone unknown.

After shaking the photo in his hand that he had taken regardless of his nausea, Brian felt that it was not that simple.

……

In a building in Hell's Kitchen, Viper waited for the boss to hang up the phone with a flattering look on his face, and his face suddenly turned cold.

This time, he spent millions of dollars to deal with the pressure on the Brooklyn police. But the people above him were already a little dissatisfied with him.

That bastard Bill screwed up this deal! No matter what the reason is, this is a fact!

To be honest, to be able to hold the important position of the head of Brooklyn under Kingpin, Viper is a character with good processing ability and emotional intelligence.

I originally thought it was just an ordinary arms deal with the Russian gang, but I didn't expect such a big accident to happen.

"Have you found out who did it?" Looking at the trembling men below, Viper managed to calm down.

"No...no, boss, there was intelligence from the police station saying that the weapons at the transaction site were not taken away, but the money was taken away. There was no way to tell what kind of weapon was used on the body, so..."

"Mad, what are you doing for food? Then go check it out for me quickly. Call everyone out to check it out. Go to the black market and offer a reward of 200,000 yuan. Find it for me." Viper angrily picked up everything on the table. Hit his men.

The subordinates did not bother to wipe the blood from their foreheads, bowed in response, and hurriedly exited the room.

Lying down on the sofa and lighting a cigar, Viper thought of the Brooklyn gangsters he had suppressed in recent years, his eyes dark.

"Who could it be? Could it be that those guys are dishonest again?"

"It seems it's time to put some pressure on them..."

……

"Daniel! Daniel, my dear manservant, has my takeaway arrived?"

In the main hall of the church, listening to the "soul calling" screams coming from the bedroom at the back of the church, Daniel closed his eyes in pain, clasped his hands, and prayed to the crucifix of Jesus: "Almighty Lord! Bless me!" Let me get out of this life as soon as possible."

In the bedroom, Li Xiu held Cthulhu, who had just woken up, and searched for something on the Internet on the computer, making strange noises from time to time.

After a while, Daniel came in with a bag of takeaways and said carefully: "Boss, everything should be fine. I have already cleaned up. Can you go home first?"

Geoff was in a hurry to go to New Jersey. He only took away some valuables and clothes in the morning, and generously said that the rest was given to them.

It was already eight o'clock in the morning. Daniel, who had been busy all morning and was asked to clean the house, was now tired and sleepy and just wanted to go to bed early.

"Ah, have you cleaned everything? You can move everything here later, and I'll ask Cthulhu to go with you." Li Xiu raised Cthulhu, which looked like a toy in his hand.

Cthulhu showed his beady eyes, twisted his tentacles and climbed onto Daniel's head.

"Ah! What is this! The big green octopus!" Daniel froze and did not dare to move, and Cthulhu still acted on his head.

"His name is Cthulhu, and he is my baby," Li Xiu said with a doting smile.

Daniel, who thought it was just an ordinary octopus with some weird colors and shapes, didn't think much about it and backed out with Cthulhu in his arms.

Humph, it’s just a little octopus. What can he do to me? He’ll pack up his things and run away later. Daniel was thinking in his mind and didn’t see the amused and weird smile on Li Xiu’s face.

The Brooklyn Church is a rectangle as a whole, with a Gothic tower and a bell tower. In addition to normal church rooms, such as auditoriums and altars, there are living areas inside.

The tower has four floors, about 20 meters high, and has been converted into six rooms. The bell tower has not been modified to bear the load.

In order to display the ashes of those "money" believers waiting for burial, there is also an exhibition room in the backyard of the church.

Then there is a cemetery of more than 20,000 square meters separated from the church residential area by iron railings.

Li Xiu's room is a room located in the center of the church behind the auditorium. It is probably the room left by the rich man who built the church.

……

At the Manhattan Police Department, Brian parked the car and went directly to a friend of his in the data monitoring team.

He wanted to investigate the surveillance in the Brooklyn neighborhood last night, but he did not have the authority to do so in the Brooklyn Police Department, and direct investigation could easily be discovered, so he wanted to seek help from his friends who had relevant authority.

He had an intuition that there was something complicated behind this matter. But he couldn't go back to the Brooklyn PD to do it.

Looking at the scene this morning, he knew that the higher authorities were already defining this matter, at least in the police department.

Those who are eager to close this lid will never want to see anyone continue to pursue it. Therefore, his identity does not bring him any benefits, but may put him in danger.

"It's just like before, right, Maria." Brian held a pair of rings in his hand and walked into the Manhattan Police Station with determination...