A high-end apartment in Brooklyn, New York.

The evening breeze penetrates the screen window, passing the coolness into the house, and the beige curtains sway slightly, reminiscent of the hem of the ballet dancer.

Under the desk lamp, a figure was writing quickly on the table.

"Mutants, they have inherent talents. Once upon a time, they were still groping in the dark, seeking guidance."

"Talent, at this time, will be twisted into a curse."

"Give them wings, and they will want to fly closer to the sun, and then fall and die like Icarus."

"Give them the power to prophecy, and they will be afraid of the future."

“Give them great power beyond imagination and the ambitions that grow will make them think that they are born to rule the world.”

The thick and short fingers holding the pen stopped, and the ink continued to spread and soak along the paper lines, increasing the comma at the end of the character a little.

Amanda Waller sighed, covered the pen and threw it next to the paper with a click.

This middle-aged woman is wide and fat, with a bloated waist and a bucket-shaped body. A crystal clear diamond necklace is placed under her double chin, which is in sharp contrast to her dark skin tone.

Because the suicide squad that occupied a large amount of CIA resources last time in Gotham was inexplicably wiped out. Although Amanda Waller, as the head of the contingent, escaped his tragic fate, he still had to bear the responsibility of "incompetence".

Coupled with the exposure of the X weapon program, various intelligence agencies were forced to shut down some plans that may be suspected of persecuting the extraordinary.

Against this background, the plan to rebuild the suicide squad that Amanda Waller has been advocating has been delayed in the internal review.

Even the senior leaders thought she was annoying, so they found a reason to send her to New York as a consultant to assist the New York City Police Department in handling some superpower crimes.

Although Amanda Waller can be on par with the NYPD (New York City Police Department) in his position, the gap between going from being a CIA program director who can lead the team alone to serving as a superpower criminal consultant for NYPD is not small.

"Those damn, corpse-positioned shit."

Amanda Waller swears in anger, then sighs again, crumpling the paper into a ball and throwing it into the trash can beside him.

Anyway, no matter how Amanda states how great a threat the mutant groups that have appeared on the world stage are to America, the senior executives of the CIA will ignore it.

For them, sailing against the current in the tide of national anger is not the correct way to preserve the official position.

Amanda Waller sighed. The bustling Manhattan was not suitable for her. She yearned for a long time when she was a field agent and went in and out of the South American jungle to fight drug lords. Of course, her figure was not out of shape at that time, and she was not as bloated and fat as she is now.

The large LCD TV in the living room was broadcasting evening news. The reporter's sharp voice seemed a little noisy. Amanda, who was wearing only a silk nightgown, stood up dissatisfiedly, walked to the living room, intending to turn off the TV.

“…After the blood-drained body was found in an underground parking lot in the Bronx last week, the police once again found a new dead person in an abandoned factory.”

The reporter in the camera was wearing a windbreaker. I don’t know whether it was because of fear or excitement, and he stood outside the abandoned factory with some tremblingness.

The factory cast a huge shadow under the night sky. The empty windows had no glass, so they could only barely cover them with ashed plastic curtains.

A team of NYPD police officers had already laid out the quarantine yellow lines, blocking the enthusiastic and excited reporters expressionlessly, blocking the flash of their exploration.

A fat police officer just walked out of the yellow line, and the reporters' long guns and short cannons immediately pointed at him.

"Officer, can you reveal the situation inside?"

"Officer, this is the fourth similar case in New York. Citizens are very uneasy about this and hope you can reveal the investigation process of the serial murder case."

"police officer....."

The flash was flashing, and the middle-aged police officer's haggard face was broadcast to the many viewers in front of the TV.

Metropolis, serial murder, weird way of death,

These three names are connected together to form a Gothic-style stage play or a natural mystery novel with slightly broader scenes.

With the help of the media, this serial murder case not only caused so-called panic among residents, but also caused a craze.

Internet, reality, every New York citizen is discussing murder cases through social channels.

The past of the three dead was completely opened up, and these general publics who were ignored during their lifetimes had the value of being focused after becoming a mummy whose blood was drained.

People vividly depict murder scenes, speculating on the murderer's past and present life, and complaining that they dare not go out recently.

No matter how curious or weird a murder case is, it is just a topic of discussion.

The officer pursed his lips and stared at the cameras aimed at his face, and a sense of disgust rose in his heart.

No one really cares about the dead except those sad families.

All the good people wander around the corpse like vultures looking for the smell of rotten flesh, waiting to rush forward and enjoy the gluttonous feast.

"Sorry, the criminal investigation process is internal information and cannot be disclosed for the time being."

The police officer refused the reporters expressionlessly, and under the cover of the police, he got into the yellow line of isolation.

Amanda Waller thoughtfully withdrew his gaze and sat down slowly on the sofa, allowing his huge body to sink into the seat.

The four deceased, each of whom has no similarities in gender, age, occupation, appearance, and past experience. In other words, these four people have nothing to do with.

Each deceased had hole-like wounds pierced by fangs on both sides of the neck. According to forensic testing, the murderer seemed to have completely drained the blood of the deceased with some prop similar to a hose.

If this vampire-like imitation sex crime is only like this, it will naturally not bring Amanda Waller to mind.

Because in such a large New York City, there are always a few mentally imperfect or psychopaths who commit some homicides that violate common sense.

Usually such cases will be suppressed, and some cases that are accidentally leaked will serve as topics of public discussion to allow the public to relax.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated and the call came.

"Amanda, emergency, get to headquarters soon."

The middle-aged male voice on the other end of the phone was calm and steady, while the master of the voice was a powerful leader.

As the phone calls were passed along, an unread letter from the email.

Thick and short black fingers dotted on the hand screen.

It was a confidential video sent from NYPD and has not been disclosed to the media.

The screen of the mobile phone is blurred and clear at first, which shows that the video shooting position is fixed, and from the perspective of clarity, it is a dedicated photography device.

The location of the picture is an operating room full of medical devices.

Amanda subconsciously sat up, she knew where this place was.

New York Police Department Forensic Appraisal Room.

This is a recorded video of a forensic doctor dissecting the dead body, based on the time sign in the lower right corner...

Just an hour ago.

Amanda's face was as deep as water, staring at the screen of her phone.

Several forensic doctors wearing green surgical gowns surrounded the surgical bed, and a body like sugar cane that was squeezed into dry juice was lying on the bed.

That was the first person to be found, a homeless man who didn't even have a name, who lived in a pile of cartons under the bridge hole for many years.

In the picture, the doctor picked up the scalpel and cut a hole in the center of the two clavicles.

The dark viscous liquid immediately poured out of the wound, and the mummy opened her eyes.

His eyes were so pale and swollen that it reminded of fish that died from the sun in the pond.

The doctors retreated in fear, but the mummies moved faster than they thought.

The skinny and bone-like arm possesses a huge force that is completely inconsistent with its appearance, and easily tore a poor forensic doctor apart. The mummy bathed in blood restored to the human face at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Then, the police guarding outside the door broke into the house and tried to knock it down with firearms.

Although the police pistol does not have much terrible power, the extremely penetrating small-caliber bullet can still cause trauma to the deceased. After the seventh bullet lifted the skull, the mummy twitched twice, fell to the ground and submerged in the blood of the doctors.

The video was not over yet, and the deceased's belly suddenly swelled up, like a balloon filled with air, swelling rapidly.

Then, bang!

The flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and crystal clear rice grains splashed everywhere.

To be more precise, it is not rice grains, but tiny insect eggs.
Chapter completed!