American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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Amanda couldn't sit still: Hector, a cell biology professor appointed as vice president and a key figure in the Sky Eye Association, would be in serious trouble if he were proven responsible for the Dry Land case...

Chapter 1054 Siege of Hecate!

The president's inaction has led to chaos in the White House, with constant internal factional strife. Led by Vice President Dick Cheney's "Sky Eye" organization, it was established in conjunction with powerful figures from the military, the FBI, and other agencies. The aim was to protect the country from aliens and superpowers, but upon closer examination, this was not the focus of the power struggle.

The Sky Eye Association is not only a line of defense, but also a sharp sword.

Dick Cheney used this knife to eliminate many of his rivals, but he also secretly gathered evidence of the president's collusion with cults, creating a real-life "House of Cards."

One can imagine the external pressure and dilemma that would have faced for Dick Cheney, the founder of Skylight Company, Hector's father, Consul Hammond, and other decision-makers if the news that Hector was the murderer of "Suska" had leaked out.

Other factions will certainly use this incident to their advantage and smear the government. Whether the "June 27th Movement" can be brought down is uncertain, let alone recruiting heavyweight figures like Xu Fu and Xiao.

"This matter must be thoroughly investigated, and regardless of whether he investigates it thoroughly or not, it must not fall into the hands of outsiders."

Amanda acted decisively and without hesitation dialed Senator Hammond's number.

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside a military camp.

Amanda got out of the car and walked briskly towards the vault. She took the elevator down to the underground base, where a team of fully armed special forces soldiers were waiting in the lobby.

Amanda ignored them, went into the study, closed the door, and muttered something.

"How is the result?"

Assistant Casey hurriedly replied, "We've sent people to check every possible location—the school, rental apartments, private residences, his ex-girlfriend's house—but we haven't found any trace of Hecate. No one has seen him since he left the base last time."

"Where's the cell phone?"

"In an abandoned sewer"

"asshole!"

Amanda couldn't help but swear: she had always been skeptical, but now she was almost certain that Highcott Hammond was the murderer of the mummified body.

Damn it, what happened? How did he become like this?

"Could it be...?"

Amanda felt a chill run down her spine at the thought, and she immediately ordered a complete quarantine, prohibiting any contact with the alien's body.

Casey's face turned ashen as she realized that a few days earlier, out of curiosity, she had used her experimental privileges to have an unpleasant "close encounter" with the alien corpse lying in the glass case.

If Hecate became what she is now through contact with extraterrestrials, then she...

Amanda, with her sharp eyes, immediately noticed her assistant's unusual behavior and asked loudly.

"Have you touched the corpse?"

No, absolutely not.

Casey shook her head frantically, thwarting Amanda's fearful shoving, and finally managed to say, "I...I just said I was watching."

Are you sure you just want to look?

“I…”

Amanda didn't want to talk to her, so she summoned the soldiers standing at the door to throw the person into the isolation room.

In addition to Casey, she also ordered the isolation of all aliens who came into contact with them and ruthlessly shot all aliens with physical mutations.

After a series of shocking and brutal drills, the tension at the base reached its peak; everyone held their breath and dared not utter a sound.

Amanda sat in the middle, responsible for issuing orders and reporting to the Vice President.

This kind of thing can't be hidden forever. Rather than dragging it out, it's better to clarify things sooner rather than later. Even if she investigates it later, it won't affect her mood.

Unlike his strange dwarf son, Adam Hammond was born tall, very steady, and looked like a very decent person.

Upon arriving at the scene, he didn't exchange any pleasantries but went straight to the question.

"Tell me, is Hector really involved in the Sukhoi case?"

Amanda replied, "Based on the evidence we currently have, there is a 90% chance that this will happen."

Adam Hammond stepped back against the wall, crossed his arms, and after a long while, a hoarse voice finally rang out.

"Let's take action. We can't delay any longer; we must move it as soon as possible."

Amanda breathed a sigh of relief. Her only concern was Senator Hammond; after all, they were father and son, and blood relatives were bound to make irrational judgments.

Fortunately, this congressman was still clear-headed and knew what he should do.

“I sent men to search all possible hiding places for Highcott, but we found nothing…” He paused, then hesitated before saying, “Could you give us any clues?”

Adam Hammond paused for a moment, then said wearily.

"Bring your men and follow me."

To minimize unforeseen circumstances, Amanda didn't act immediately. Instead, she sent people to observe the location Adam indicated. After confirming that the person was there, she waited several more hours until 10 PM before setting off with the rat extermination team.

Under the cover of night, the group arrived at an abandoned house in the East Coast Community of the Seaside City. This was the house of Hector's maternal grandfather, which had been uninhabited since his mother's death. It was overgrown with weeds and looked dilapidated.

Amanda made a gesture, and Captain Cody nodded, authorizing eighteen fully armed elite soldiers to split into three groups and infiltrate the manor from the east, west, and north.

He led several super soldiers and charged through the front door.

The crowd surrounded the manor from all sides.

Amanda and Adam Hammond stood on the hillside, nervously watching everything unfolding in the distance. The Sky Eye's elimination team was composed of elite soldiers selected from special forces; each of them was a one-on-one fighter with extremely high combat capabilities. If they could work together, there shouldn't be any problems.

Suddenly, a sharp gunshot rang out, followed by a terrified scream, which calmed Amanda down.

"Vulture! Condor!"

"The bald eagle lost contact; its target was at the East Gate."

"On my command, proceed to the East Gate. Shoot everything that can be shot."

Cody's cold voice came through the walkie-talkie, and a few seconds later, another gunshot rang out.

"Damn it! The bullets are useless, the target is already..."

Before he could finish speaking, a massive explosion occurred, and the No. 5.7 walkie-talkie lost communication.

No?

In an instant, the two selected special forces members vanished without a trace, like pebbles thrown into the ocean, without causing the slightest ripple.

Amanda, unable to bear it any longer, opened the trunk, took out a beautifully decorated silver box, and said to Senator Hammond.

"Sir, I hope you can leave. The target's abilities are terrifying, and your life may be in danger here."

Adam Hammond shook his head expressionlessly.

"I won't leave. If you lose too, I'll do everything I can to get rid of him."

"He's not my son, he's the devil."

Amanda said nothing more, opened the box, and took out a silver-white gun. Its design was completely different from those on Earth: a long barrel, a grip, no trigger, and a glass bottle with red liquid at the top, making it very high-tech.

Chapter 1055 What Makes Us Human

There were no lights in the manor; the only sounds in the darkness were the occasional compressed breathing.

Cody made a gesture, and two of his men climbed out of the window to the first floor. Soldiers from the other two directions surrounded them. The group carefully and quickly moved upstairs. After passing a section of stairs, they saw three strangely shaped corpses.

The corpse's head was rotated 180 degrees, and its facial features were twisted and grotesque, clearly indicating that it had experienced immense suffering before death.

At that moment, a deep voice came through the headphones.

"Target locked."

"The target is in the third-floor living room; there are no signs of it moving."

Cody raised his hand and lightly wiped his neck. Several of his men nodded in unison and quickly headed up to the third floor. One of the soldiers took out a flashbang, gently pulled the pin, and threw it into the living room through the doorway two seconds later.

Bang

A brief flash of bright light.

The four of them, like ferocious tigers, suddenly pushed open the door and rushed into the living room. At the same time, the soldiers on both sides also launched an attack on them. In an instant, the flashes of gunfire illuminated the living room as if it were daytime.

About a dozen soldiers simultaneously opened fire on the sofa in the center of the living room. Specially designed armor-piercing rounds rained down like a storm. Under such dense fire, not to mention people, even tanks would be riddled with holes if they got close.

But what happened next surprised everyone.

Time pauses!

Yes, in Cody's vision, time seemed to slow down countless times, and he could clearly see the air vortexes created when the bullet left the barrel.

The air in the living room turned into some kind of unnamed viscous liquid, soft yet tough. The bullet flew over the viscous liquid, slowed down, flew for seven or eight meters, and then stopped, hovering eerily in the air.

Cody felt his mind go blank, and his body, which he was so proud of, became very sluggish. He tried to put down his gun and reach for the grenade on his belt, but he couldn't muster any strength in his arm, and neither could anyone else. He felt like he had fallen into a quagmire, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Time entered a strange buffer.

People can see and think, but they can't move, except for the person sitting on the sofa.

Hector stood up and snapped his fingers lightly.

plug

Bright lights came on in the living room, and under their illumination, everyone could finally see the target of the attack: a dwarf's body topped with an enormous head, hairless but extremely swollen, like a giant balloon, covered with dense green veins that resembled countless twisting and wriggling earthworms.