bioinnovel Chapter 333 The Uninvited Guest in Queens
Chapter 333 The Uninvited Guest in Queens
When Gauss took control of the Iron Monger, he quietly launched a hunt for the remnants of Hydra.
On the other side, near the Parker family's home in Queens...
A man with a gloomy face suddenly appeared near the street.
He had a stubble beard, sunken eyes, and a look that was a mixture of weariness, obsession, and a sinister glint in his eyes, as if he had been driven to the brink of despair.
His destination was clear—the seemingly cozy and ordinary Parker's cottage ahead. Some vague instructions and a twisted obsession with revenge had led him there.
But what this man clearly didn't know was...
Ever since realizing how terrifying it would be for Riley to fall from superhero to supervillain, Sheriff Black had already decisively ordered an invisible, highly vigilant protective network to be woven around the Parker family's house, covering the entire neighborhood.
To this day, the "neighbors," "postmen," "sanitation workers," "newspaper boys," "milk delivery workers," and even "dog walkers" here are all carefully selected agents from District 13.
Like a miniature version of "The Truman Show," their daily lives consist of playing ordinary people without arousing suspicion from the Parkers. This allows them to be constantly aware of any disturbances around them and nip any potential threats to the Parkers in the bud!
That's why the appearance of this stranger was like a drop of ink falling into clear water, instantly triggering all the alarms.
"Target spotted, male, white, approximately 6 feet 2 inches tall, dressed in worn clothing, with a strange expression, moving toward the protected target."
A "neighbor" posing as someone mowing the lawn whispered a quick report into the microphone under his collar the moment the man appeared.
The lawnmower in his hand continued to hum rhythmically, perfectly masking his conversation, while the "neighbor's" hand subtly moved, grabbing the gun hidden in the lawnmower's handle.
"Received. Initiate Level 1 contact procedure. Group A, proceed and test the waters."
As the command came through the command channel, a seemingly random agent dressed in ordinary overalls, carrying a paper food bag stuffed with bread and various canned foods, walked out from the alleyway next door in a hurry.
Then, having calculated the angle in advance, she "accidentally" bumped into the stranger head-on!
"Oh! I'm sorry, sir!"
As the agent cried out in surprise, he fell to the ground, wincing in pain. The bag in his hand also "accidentally" slipped from his grasp, the food inside rolling all over the floor and blocking the man's path.
Normally, the other person would either show annoyance at being offended, or out of kindness, bend down to help pick it up, or simply stop and watch... But in any case, they would pause for a moment, more or less.
This moment was the opportunity for the agent to observe the other party's reaction and further investigate their background.
However, the man only swayed slightly, without pausing his steps, and continued walking forward.
He didn't even look down at the person who bumped into him, nor did he care whether the food scattered on the ground would be crushed by him.
Those gloomy, hostile eyes remained fixed on the address of Parker's house.
This strange reaction startled the agent playing the role of a passerby.
Looking back, the sensation I felt upon impact was extremely strange...
It felt as if what collided with me wasn't flesh and blood...
Instead, it felt like crashing into a thick, hard, and extremely resilient sand wall!
"The situation has changed. Prepare for battle!"
Upon realizing this, the agent immediately understood that the other party was no pushover.
Disregarding the need to maintain her disguise, she quickly got up from the ground and hurried after the man.
The agent rapidly relayed signals to his comrades through a microphone in his collar while simultaneously reaching inside his clothing to grab his concealed handgun.
Then, feigning anger and embarrassment, she shouted loudly and tried to press down on the man's shoulder with her free hand.
This is a standard grappling technique. After rigorous training, it contains enough power to make an ordinary strong man suffer pain and submit!
"Hey! What's wrong with you! You bumped into someone and didn't even apologize, just wanted to walk away... Ouch! Ouch!!!"
However, just as the agent's fingertips were about to touch the old, yellowed shirt the man was wearing.
A sudden change has occurred!
As if it had gained an independent life, a solid column of sand, composed of countless grains of sand, suddenly shot out from the man's back!
Its speed was extremely fast, giving the agent no chance to react at all, and it struck the agent's abdomen with perfect accuracy!
"puff--!"
With a groan of pain that came instinctively, the agent, whose vision went black for a moment, felt as if he had crashed into a heavy truck, his internal organs twisted and dislocated, and waves of excruciating pain washing over him.
The person was unable to resist this terrifying force. His feet left the ground instantly, and his entire body flew backward, crashing heavily onto the sidewalk several meters away!
Even the highly trained elite agents of District 13, who had undergone extensive training in resilience against physical attacks...
But just from that one blow, the agent was immediately writhing in pain, losing the ability to continue fighting!
"Enemy attack!"
"Target possesses supernatural abilities! Lethal weapons permitted!"
"Protect the target's safety at all costs!"
"Action! Action! Action!"
Of course, it was from this moment on that District 13 no longer needed to bother with various warnings and tests.
The man's proactive and bizarre attack completely confirmed his identity as an "enemy".
In an instant, the entire street came to life!
The "neighbor" who had been mowing the lawn earlier pulled a compact submachine gun from the handle, then abruptly threw the mower away. With an incredibly stylish hurdling motion, he leaped over the yard fence and headed straight for the man!
The curtains on the second floor across the street were suddenly pulled open, revealing the muzzle of a sniper rifle, its crosshairs firmly locked onto the man's head.
A van parked on the side of the road suddenly flung open its back door. Four fully armed agents, each carrying a riot shield and a stun gun, filed out.
The milkman discarded the milk bottle box and expertly pulled an M4A1 military rifle from the mailbox beside him.
The "old lady walking her dog" loosened the leash, and as if she had become a child again, she straightened the joystick and pulled out two handguns from her handbag.
Even the seemingly normal "pet dog", after receiving a specific command, flipped open its back like a Transformer and popped out a small grenade launcher!
Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously in various parts of the streets.
So much so that within just a few breaths, the once peaceful street suddenly transformed into a war front. A massive swarm of special agents completely surrounded the man!