American Comics' Spear Bureau Special Service Team

Chu Ling followed the navigation system and shuttled through the city of Houston.

He opened the window and pulled off his tie. When he saw the vehicle in front of him finally turning around, he started the car and moved forward.

"Sorry, the road ahead is closed."

Chu Ling took out his ID: "From the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau."

The seemingly young policeman stared at the ID for a long time, and then saluted. Although he didn't know what department it was, he knew it was a higher-level department just from the long name and the country.

"Sir, it's really impassable."

Chu Ling looked at the roadside and pointed: "Can you help me find a place to park?"

"ok, sir."

I arrived in Houston from Washington early in the morning. It was almost noon. Originally, my earliest mission was to go to a private train repair and manufacturing factory in the suburbs. However, after I contacted Felix Black in Houston, he directly asked me to come here. They merged with one of the streets first, and they had completed the investigation at the train factory.

After waiting for the Houston police to arrange a parking space for him, Chu Ling directly carried his work box and moved forward.

Along the way, I saw people from various departments, the police, the fire department, and many criminal policemen in suits.

Of course, the FBI, which had only dealt with New York, also saw it here. Chu Ling raised his eyebrows and realized that the situation here was so complicated. However, he walked to the alley and saw more people and a mess. A whole street later, he understood what was going on.

"Oh, there's a war here."

Chu Ling unbuttoned his suit and looked at the chaotic street, which was a little messy.

This is a one-way road that is not very spacious. There were originally parking spaces on both sides of the road, but now in the parking spaces marked with grids on the ground, not a single car listened carefully, and they were all pushed towards both sides of the road by a huge force. After turning it over, the vehicles were in tatters and most of them were burned to pieces. The shops along the street were also burned to pieces.

He could understand why there were so many firefighters here.

There was a yellow warning line on the left and right of the sidewalk on both sides of the road. Chu Ling walked along the road without stopping, looking left and right.

After walking a few steps and listening to the footsteps, I looked down at the middle of the road. There was a straight crack in the middle of the cement road leading to the end of the road.

"Laser Cannon" Looking at the cracks that ran through the entire street and the scenes on both sides of the road, Chu Ling reflexively thought of scenes from science fiction movies.

But when I looked back, I was a little confused. Although the two sides of the road behind did not want to be so bright after the cracks started, the vehicles on both sides of the road were not intact. At least the windows were shattered, and the vehicles were less visible. There were some scorch marks and the trees on both sides of the sidewalk were burned out.

I squatted down and looked at the crack. In the middle of the crack was a straight groove, estimated to be about 20 centimeters wide, with cracks squeezed out on both sides.

"Che Motorcycle" squatted down and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he quickly pulled off a broken cement stone with his fingers, then stood up and continued walking forward. He opened his palm and looked at the cement stone. It was dark in color. It felt as if it had been roasted by high temperature in an instant. He brought it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, and his brows immediately wrinkled deeply.

A very familiar smell, a strong smell of sulfur.

"Sorry, give me a moment."

Chu Ling turned around, and then immediately thought about taking a step aside. This was another group of professional people on this road, cameramen carrying cameras, and reporters holding microphones.

Reporters from many news stations and newspapers came over. They were outside the cordon along this road, grabbing residents along the street or the police for questioning and recording.

"Can you describe what you saw?"

Chu Ling, who was about to walk away, paused and looked at the passers-by.

"I don't know, it looks like a supernatural phenomenon. I heard the explosion behind me and saw fire outside the window and downstairs..."

After Chu Ling listened to a few words, he walked forward, followed by meaningless content.

"Ready, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1"

"Can you describe it to us?