Mrs. Gao and the others were fighting fiercely with Colson, and Director One-eyed also officially began to capture the clown who was running around in his own division.

"Hill, let me continue. From now on, the New York branch of SHIELD is only allowed to enter and not leave. Without my approval, even a mouse is not allowed to go out!" said the one-eyed director in a cold voice.

"Yes, Director," Hill began to go down and notify everyone.

No wonder the one-eyed director would close the entire branch, and the clown bullied him. If he didn't glar at him, wouldn't he be in vain?

Soon, the order of the One-Eyed Director was spread throughout the S.H.E.E.L.D. branch. Everyone knew that the dangerous person of the Joker had sneaked into the branch. This also made them complain about the idiots in the operation team and he couldn't help but cheer up.

"Oh, it's really a bit of a headache," everyone in the entire branch knew. How could the clown not know? Listening to the voice of Hill from the communicator he snatched in his hand, the clown couldn't help but smile: "You actually want to play the cat and mouse game? I hope you can play it to make me happy."

He casually messed up a researcher who just opened the door next to him and hit him with a face. He squatted down and pointed the other person's face. The clown couldn't help but smile mysteriously: "Well, let's create a little chaos first."

He fiddled with the communication device on the researcher, then took out a small box containing a mutant liquid of fear gas from his body, injected some of the researchers according to the measurement, and then applied some itchy powder on his nails, and then the clown hid aside.

"A person was killed," a moment later, the researcher was found by the S.H.E.L.D. The few people had a clear division of labor and were on guard while approaching.

"Team leader, the person was not dead, he just fainted," the person in charge of the inspection reported: "It's just... his expression seemed to be painful, and he was sweating a lot!"

Just as the person in charge of the examination finished speaking, the researcher who was holding up his back broke away before he could answer.

"How do you feel when you wake up? Who knocked you out? Is it a clown?" asked the person in charge of the inspection anxiously, but what he waited for was not an answer, but a crazy biting and scratching.

What's going on!? Seeing this, everyone hurriedly took control of this person, but this person was so crazy, so almost everyone who took action was more or less scratched.

"Is this person crazy?!" The one who was most seriously injured couldn't help but cursed.

"It's not impossible," their team leader looked at the crazy eyes of the researcher in front of him and said seriously.

Why is this pair of eyes, with fear in the madness, making people feel a little scared.

Just as the action team was about to use a communicator to report the people above them and send the crazy-looking researcher to the nearby infirmary, suddenly, the communicator on the researcher rang, and before the small institute could answer, it automatically started to enter the call state.

"Ryan, you can't run much!"

Several people looked at each other after hearing this, and looked at the identity card on the researcher's chest at the same time, which read directly: Ryan Willis.

"I know that survival is a person's instinct. If you want to run away, it's because you are timid. But you have to figure out how troublesome the virus on you are!" The voice in the communicator continued.

Virus?! When the whole group heard this word, they looked at the scratches on their bodies and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the next sound in the communicator proves their conjecture: "This is a contagious and strong virus with rabies virus mutation. As long as it is scratched and bitten by the virus holder, it will be infected, and the infected person will also become a source of infection again.

The most important thing is that this virus cannot be treated with current medical methods. You only have 3 days left to live! So don’t think about escaping. The entire branch has been closed by the director in the name of clown invasion. You will definitely not be able to escape. Ryan, show the dedication of a scientific researcher. You should not be spread like this dangerous virus, think about your family!"

A fiercely contagious virus! It is not curable with existing medical methods! In order to prevent leakage, the director specially blocked the entire branch in the name of clown invasion! Every word in the communicator hit the nerves of the search team like a bell.

The clown watching all this in the corner held the communicator and showed an evil smile.

"Team leader, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" said the most serious person who was scratched.

"Shut up!" the team leader said anxiously.

"Who are you!" The clown asked angrily from the communicator: "Why is Ryan's communicator in your hands? What did you hear just now? And you were not scratched!"

"No, we were not scratched, we were not infected with the virus!" One of the most anxious people quickly denied, and his words were so anxious that the team leader didn't even have the opportunity to organize.

"You are indeed infected! The worst thing happened. It seems that you have to execute the cleaning procedure!" After the clown said that, he hung up the communicator without waiting for their reaction.

"Team leader, what should I do?!" Although I don't quite understand what the cleaning procedure is, it is not a good thing to judge from the name.

"How do I know!" The team leader looked at the subtle wound on the back of his hand that had begun to itch and angrily.

The clown looked at everything in front of him in the dark and couldn't help but increase the spraying metering device in his hand, and the concentration of the fear poison gas in the air became deeper.

That's right, the reason why this S.H.I.E.D. group is so easily induced by the clown is mainly because they have all been hit by fear gas, and their thinking has begun to be a little confused, so they believe in the clown's statement.

As the concentration of fear gas in the air increased, the dispute between the S.H.E.L.D. group became more and more violent, and the researcher was in a more intense state of madness, almost breaking away from the two S.H.E.L.D. agents who clamped him.

"I'll let you make trouble!" Finally, one of the S.H.I.E.D. agents' emotions reached the critical point. They couldn't help but take out their guns and gave the researcher a headshot: "Go to die, you are a source of infectious infection that is very harmful!"

"Why did you kill him? He is our colleague!" One of the S.H.E.L.D. agents asked the agent who fired.

"College, are you the colleague who pulled us into the water?" The agent who fired the gun was furious, and looked at the person in front of him gloomy and said, "By the way, no wonder you sympathize with him. I seem to remember that you are the only one among us who has not touched this person. So, you are the only one among us who has not been infected, right!"

"What do you want to do?" The agent couldn't help swallowing, he had a bad premonition.

"What are you doing? Let you taste the infection," Feeling the gradually itchy feeling in the wound, the agent who fired the gun could not control his emotions, and reached out to grab the person in front of him.

Bang! The agent on the opposite side was naturally not the one who was waiting to die. In a critical moment, the agent would burst his head with one shot, and then quickly escape.

"Bad bastard," several other members of the S.H.E.L.D. agent team who had been disturbed by fear began to shoot and hunt down the person they thought was not infected.

The clown had already left here, leaving only a small bottle of fear gas still dispersed here.

The room of the air-replacement equipment on these floors was controlled by the clown, kicked the staff who was beaten to death by him, threw all the fear gas on his body on the ventilation equipment, and then operated it, and the fear gas slowly began to spread.

"Cough, cough," the clown pinched his throat, then turned on the communication device, operated the relevant channels, and started broadcasting. The sound was ninety-sixth similar to Hill's voice. If you don't pay attention, it would be really difficult to recognize.

"All departments should pay attention to the regulation. Now the control is upgraded. Please do not leave your room and floor. At the same time, pay attention to everyone around you. If the situation is wrong, please report it immediately through the communication in your hand and repeat it..."

Hill, who was leading the team to conduct a search, was a little confused at this time because the broadcast, which was nine points similar to her voice, had nothing to do with her, but the broadcast's words seemed to be a problem. Even if she wanted to refute, she didn't know where to start. So she could only report the news to the one-eyed director and ask him to see what to do.

The one-eyed director couldn't help but look dark when he heard Hill's report. Although he also felt that the radio was nothing wrong with it, his intuition told him that the radio was part of the clown's plan. So he couldn't help but directly instruct Hill to ask her to clarify, and at the same time let her focus on pointing out that all this was the clown's conspiracy and let everyone be careful.

"Attention, all units," Hill began to clarify as Director One-Eyed: "The broadcast just now was not me, but the clown's work. Please be careful. Repeat..."

For ordinary people, the two broadcasts may seem a bit inexplicable, but for those two floors being plotted by clowns, it is enough to scare them.

Needless to mention the first broadcast, combined with the Joker's fictional virus, the cleanup operation, and the blockade escalated again. Their unclear mind, who had been tortured by the fear virus, instantly thought that it was all related to them, and became even more crazy.

The second broadcast seemed to them to be more obvious. Their somewhat unclear mind did not think that all this was the clown's calculations, but instead thought that the upper class in the bureau was preparing to numb themselves and others, so they used the clown's name to make excuses. As a result, their hearts became even more depressed.

"Everyone run away! They are all infected! If they are touched, they will be infected!" The kind behavior of the only agent who thought he was not infected was actually the source of fear and chaos, constantly spreading the message the clown wanted to convey to others.

The crazy and fierce look of the members of the special agent team who were chasing him also indirectly confirmed his point of view.

So, in a short while, people on the entire floor became panicked, and the number of people being scratched and bitten continued to increase, and of course, there were still dead.
Chapter completed!