Chapter 21

The principle is very simple. This sucker virus widely exists in the human body of skuru, but it is not fatal to them. At most, it feels weak occasionally.

However, if humans are infected by accidental contact, there will be rapid signs of high fever and organ failure.

Therefore, as long as we first find out all the organisms on earth with this virus and pick out those without symptoms, we will get the scurus.

After a minute of all, goals appeared in his mind.

"Ninety two scurus were screened out in New York

"There are 40 people in London, 30 in Paris and 15 in Melbourne... The total number of skurus suspected of invading the earth has exceeded 5000?"

Shen frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, there were so many intruders!

He silently marked these skurus with the exclusive spiritual mark of swallowing stars, so that they could monitor their tracks at any time.

Well, why don't you ask someone first.

He presented a map of New York City in his mind and asked all the marked journalists in the city to present it in the form of red dots.

"Let me Kangkang. Who is the first lucky man..."

First of all, he saw the red dot in the municipal office building in New York at the first sight. It seems that aliens have entered the management of the United States.

Anyway, it's close. It's better to go there directly.

"Ganata, I've determined their location. I'll be right back."

"Hey, Dad!"

Ganata asked hurriedly, "didn't you agree to take me to eat? Why don't you take me?"

"Don't worry, if it's the aggressor, I'll bring it back to you. You'll be responsible for removing her virus first." Shen slightly pointed to the patient lying on the operating table.

"Well, go and come back quickly." she tooted her mouth reluctantly.

Shen slightly nodded and left the operating room directly through the twisted space.

Ganata looked at the patient and shrugged: "well, I can only use the virus in your body as a snack first."

She was not worried about Shen Lue going to meet the scurus alone.

Dad is a God that existed in the last universe. He is one of the five creation gods. There is nothing that can threaten him on earth.

......

New York City office building.

On the top floor of the building, a man in his fifties and wearing a straight suit is working at his desk.

This is Tristan Jones, the current mayor of New York.

He glanced at the road renovation draft to be sent to the City Council for voting. After a few minutes, he took off his glasses tired.

He couldn't help sighing: "people on earth... No, people in Parliament are so lazy. A road construction draft has been voted back and forth for two years.

"Mapel, check it for me again. If there is no typo, send it to Parliament."

Mayor Tristan closed the papers, pushed them across the table, fell down on his seat and began to close his eyes.

The file was received normally.

"Yes, your Excellency the mayor."

When Tristan heard this answer, he was inspired and quickly sat up from the recliner.

——His secretary Mapel is a woman, and the man who just spoke is a man!

The mayor quickly looked at the man across the table. It was a white man in his twenties with light brown hair and blue eyes. He looked at him with a smile.

The mayor looked warily at the door: "where's Mapel?"

"She has something. I asked her to go out first."

Shen Lue carefully browsed the draft and shrugged.

In other words, this document has so many professional terms and complex syntax that I can browse it completely without obstacles. If only I had this level of English in real life.

Unfortunately, it seems that the language ability in the game can not be brought into reality.

After all, I can't speak Japanese without the copy of Ping'an Jing. It should be the same after leaving the copy of marvel.

"Who are you and how did you get into my office?"

Mayor Tristan picked up the phone and prepared to call the security section to ask them to invite the unexpected guest out.

Beep, beep, beep.

He quickly dialed the number of the security section.

Shen Lue threw away the document and waved with a smile: "don't fight. If you can fight well, I'll lose.

"All the force fields in this office have been distorted by me. Let alone the communication signal, even if you can telepathize, it's useless."

Sure enough, there was no response on the other end of the phone.

Tristan raised his head and looked at Shen Lue's eyes, slowly narrowing into a dangerous arc.

He put down the phone silently and asked in a deep voice, "who the hell are you?"

Shen slightly pulled up his chair and sat opposite. He crossed his hands on his desk and asked, "I should ask you this question. The real mayor may have been killed long ago

"And you are a skuru."

When the fake mayor Tristan heard the word, he immediately became stiff and seemed to be greatly frightened:

How can our scurus deformation be found?

It's impossible!

There are indeed some powerful guardians on the earth, but in recent years, no companion lurking on the earth has been found.

Tristan knew that his exposure had become a fact, but he tried to calm down: "is my living habits not imitated well?"

The reason why he asked is that there is still a fluke mentality:

If it is found that the imitation of living habits is not in place, it is his personal problem. The rest of the latent skurus are still very safe.

Shen slightly guessed his idea, so he shook his head: "no, I haven't seen the mayor at all.

"But I still know how many skurus have invaded the earth, and the location of each of them. No matter where I go, I can be around them at any time."

Tristan's body was shocked, a chill suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, but his back was wet with sweat.

Is this man an agent of s.h.i.e.l.d?

What I want now is not whether I can continue to successfully hide, but to leave here alive.

If it is really an agent of s.h.i.e.l.d., then he must be just an ordinary earth man. With the super physical quality of scurus, I may not be able to escape.

Shua——

Tristan jerked open the drawer, took out a swarthy special giant pistol and aimed directly at the opposite side.

However, Shen slightly leaned back in his chair without any action.

Tristan pulled the trigger without hesitation and shot Shen Lue in the middle of his eyebrow.

Bang!

The muzzle of the gun emitted a strange light of dark blue, and the bullet pulled out a roaring arc, as if it could blow the head of the target into debris.

Seeing that he had no time to avoid, Tristan couldn't help smiling: "I thought you..."

Huh?

His smile froze before it lasted a second.

Because Shen Lue on the opposite side was still safe and sound, sitting in a chair, nothing happened.

"What's the matter?" Tristan quickly lowered his head to check the pistol. He subconsciously thought that there was something wrong with the weapon. What he had just fired was a dumb gun.

"Don't look for it. It's here." Shen slightly pointed to a centimeter in front of his eyebrows.

Tristan looked quickly.

There hovered a silver bullet.