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Chapter 144 The Static Electricity of the Serial Murders

The story begins on a clear, windless night.

A group of children dressed in Boy Scout uniforms went on a picnic, led by their leader.

It was getting late, so everyone sat around the campfire to rest.

As is customary, this is a great opportunity to replenish the body's fluids and share stories.

Soon, several children were so frightened by the legend of the "crying man" that they lost their composure.

"Uncle Cross, this story is terrifying."

"This is nothing, kids. Summon your courage."

There were two leaders in this group of Boy Scouts, one of whom was a tall, upright man named Close.

He had a smug grin on his face as he looked at the panicked children.

As an experienced Boy Scout leader, he is very good at understanding children's psychology.

Seeing everyone's expressions of both fear and desire to continue listening—

"Oh, I heard some strange noises nearby. I'll go check it out."

"Oh my god, could it be a monster?" a little boy couldn't help but ask.

This made the already tense atmosphere even more unsettling.

However, another team leader who was familiar with Klose's tactics simply smiled.

"Don't worry, kids. He's just trying to hide and scare us."

While comforting them, he took out a hot bag of roasted meat from his backpack and shared it with the children who didn't have enough.

After saying that, Klose disappeared without a trace.

"They're probably thinking about how to continue scaring the Boy Scouts," another leader thought.

"How about I tell you a beautiful fairy tale?"

The team leader patted the head of the child next to him, preparing to turn the atmosphere around.

However, at this very moment—

"Boom—!" Several bolts of lightning suddenly appeared in the woods not far away.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" Klose screamed miserably.

This really startled everyone. The team leader quickly grabbed the children's hands and ran back to the truck.

"Bang!" Another loud noise.

A large hole was pierced through the hood of the car, and the engine had flown out!

This is more than just a prank, the team leader thought.

Then, he left all the children in the car and went to find Close with a flashlight.

Following the direction from which the screams had come, he soon entered the grove of trees.

"Cross? Cross, where are you? Come out quickly, the children are terrified."

However, the team leader's shouts did not elicit a response from Klose.

Just then, a crackling sound of electricity came from somewhere.

The team leader shone a flashlight over his head—

Kross was floating in mid-air in a horizontal position, with faint electric currents visible on his body.

The team leader was so frightened that he lost his composure and immediately called the police.

"I have to admit, you have a real talent for storytelling."

After listening to Coulson's entire account of the events, Qin Wuying shared his own perspective.

It doesn't simply describe the situation at the time, but rather lays a lot of groundwork and creates a specific atmosphere.

I don't know what benefit this would bring to the agents.

"I suggest you go and see for yourself; otherwise, many things will remain a mystery."

I agree with her.

After Agent Simonster proposed an on-site investigation, Agent Fitz immediately chimed in.

These two always had such great chemistry and were inseparable.

"Even if you didn't tell us, we'd still go. This isn't something an ordinary police officer can handle."

Qin Wuying nodded in agreement, and then led everyone to the scene of the accident.

When daytime arrives, especially in the afternoon when the sun is shining brightly—

Although everything in front of me was still somewhat eerie, it no longer had that suffocating terror.

Cross's body was still floating, but its altitude had dropped considerably.

"Did you see that? It's absolutely amazing!" Agent Simonster exclaimed excitedly, immediately preparing to examine it.

Meanwhile, Agent Ward and Skye, standing to the side, both frowned and looked uncomfortable.

For Simmons, a specialist in biology, what he saw was an excellent research sample.

"Ouch! That hurts a little!" she cried as she brought her hand closer to the research subject—

A beam of static electricity struck her finger precisely, causing her to gasp in surprise.

Then, Klose's body fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Could it be an alien weapon? Or a new superhuman?"

After witnessing Chen Haoran's situation, Skye began to suspect that there were superpowered people everywhere.

Unfortunately, Coulson's firm shake of the head denied her suspicions.

After transporting Cross back to the Airbus, Simonster immediately immersed himself in the laboratory.

Although Fitz was somewhat unhappy about this—

He disliked the presence of lifeless bodies in his laboratory.

Logically speaking, all we need to do now is wait patiently.

With Agent Simon's genius, he should be able to find the problem in no time.

"Hey guys, guess what?"

Qin Wuying walked into the lounge and looked at the bored agents—

"Another similar case has occurred, on a farm not far away."

If this was done intentionally by a murderer, then he was far too audacious.

How could they commit crimes in such a short period of time, in places not far apart?

"This is practically a provocation against S.H.I.E.L.D." Agent Melinda said, then voluntarily put on her uniform.

This time, without needing to take a car or wait for an Airbus, Qin Wuying directly teleported himself and Melinda there.

The two chose to land in a large farmhouse on the edge of the farm.

"It's too quiet, isn't it? There isn't a single animal here."

Agent Melinda became alert and raised her "Dream Pistol," a weapon now available to everyone.

Qin Wuying, however, remained staring blankly at the roof beam.

"Hey, sir, what are you looking at?" Melinda looked up curiously.

Another body, just like Kroos's, was floating in mid-air, lying horizontally.

Given the striking similarities in their bizarre deaths, it's almost certain that the cause of death was the same.

Strangely, Qin Wuying did not sense any unusual energy fluctuations belonging to anyone else in the vicinity.

So, how exactly did the killer do it?

"Sir, we've made progress; we've found the victim's information."

"Tell me, what did you find?" Qin Wuying opened the communication and received assistance from Skye.

"The deceased on the farm, I just found out, was named Frank Willen, a volunteer firefighter during the Battle of New York."

"I see, it couldn't really have been done by aliens, could it?"

"Here's the crucial information, sir. Klose and he used to be in the same fire brigade."

Upon hearing this, Qin Wuying immediately understood:

Regardless of the other party's true intentions, the remaining members of that volunteer fire brigade from back then are all in danger.