Marvel:My Past Life is Exposed

Watching the conversation between the person and the containment entity on the screen, the audience in the live broadcast room were all confused.

S.H.I.E.L.D.

"What are they talking about?" an agent asked in confusion.

"Why do I feel like this Joker Barber seems to know a lot of things?" Natasha Romanoff asked uncertainly.

"That's right!" Nick Fury analyzed, "Especially the last sentence, it contains a lot of information!"

"It sounds like Site-13 is a place within the Foundation that handles anomalies." The more Nick Fury thought about it, the more he felt that this might be the truth:

"The staff at this site not only destroyed anomalies, but tortured and abused them! Finally... something unexpected happened!"

Natasha Romanoff followed Nick Fury's guess and continued, "Because of an operational error, the containment failed, and then the entire site was...destroyed?"

Nick Fury nodded, his eyes fixed on the screen, repeating the name over and over again.

"Emerson..."

Perhaps, this person is the culprit behind all this!

In the picture.

Ross seemed to have sorted out some important information from it. He continued to ask, "What is worse?"

Joker Barber approached the camera and was exposed under red lights.

At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room saw the guy's complete face for the first time.

As important parts of its body moved, they were severely distorted by shapeshifting due to the static interference of the video, and seemed to cut into the humanoid body, causing lacerations that were seeping with yellow liquid.

And as he moved, he seemed to lose most of his shape and became static.

As its cheek approached the camera, one eye was still.

The moment this scene was seen, the live broadcast room was instantly filled with a barrage of insults.

That face that could definitely give people nightmares was stuck on the screen, and even Leon Lake and the others frowned.

All they heard was its piercing, high-pitched voice: "Everything."

Ross wanted to ask more questions, but Houston suddenly interrupted: "Captain, we received some information that seems to be from survivors. We have to move forward."

"Survivors?"

Ross paused, then immediately said, "Okay, let's move on."

Inside the containment room, Joker Barber showed a strange smile and said suggestively:

"Have fun, kid. Don't get bit by the dead bugs... By the way, if you meet Emerson's father..."

"Please help me kill him!"

"Hahahaha~"

Joker's laughter, like a blackboard eraser scraping across glass, echoed on the screen until Leon Lake and the others walked away.

Leon Lake and his team passed through the communications room and entered the main corridor, approaching where Houston received the signal.

Finally, they came to a new area.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the picture suddenly went dark.

It was not until more than ten seconds later that intermittent sounds were heard coming from inside.

"Command? Command? Are you there? Do you hear me?"

Site Command: "Houston? We hear you. Are you okay? Is everyone okay?"

"Oh, really, thank God, we have been trying to contact you." Houston's voice was a little excited:

"Yes, we found the survivors. They were trapped in... I don't know where this place is, but it's not suitable for long-term residence. There are twenty or thirty people here? We also found some of our agents, some people from the Mole and one from Gulliver's Traveler. They are all here."

The site command was stunned for a moment, as if they had not expected the situation to go so smoothly: "Are you ready to evacuate?"

"Well, yes, that's right...but we can't do that, not at the moment." Houston sighed and said in a serious tone:

"The situation here is far worse than we anticipated, Commander. I don't know how they keep these things contained, but every containment unit is open."

He cursed like he was venting his anger, and said:

"It's f*****g real, it really is. The corridors nearby are filled with noises coming from those things, I think they're looking for us. I think they're p****d, and if they find us we wouldn't even have the bullets to defend ourselves, let alone carry these people out."

Site Command paused, as if processing the information in Houston's words. After a moment of silence, they asked, "How long were you there?"

Houston asked uncertainly: "Three days? Maybe longer?"

"...Received. Nine-Tailed Fox Squad, 'Samsara' will depart immediately..."

"It better be f*****g right! Tell them to hurry up." Jack interrupted rudely.

Seeing this, the audience in the live broadcast room finally felt relieved.

"Damn! Finally got in the f*****g place!"

"Yeah, this journey is full of dangers. It's damn dangerous!"

"I didn't expect there are actually survivors here! They are worthy of being the Mobile Task Force!"

However, S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury frowned.

He always felt like he had overlooked something...

Nick Fury caught a glimpse of Natasha Romanoff looking at her watch, and sparks suddenly exploded in his mind!

He knew what he had overlooked!

It's time!

Before entering 1730, the site command said that the Samsara team would be sent in within four hours!

But now Houston said that they have been there for at least three days, but the Samsara Team has not set out yet?

He stared at the screen blankly, with only one question in his mind.

Is there something wrong with Leon Lake's schedule?

Or is there something wrong with the external time?

If there was a problem with Leon Lake and the others' timing, then what did they encounter during these 'three days'?

Everything was like a shadow, shrouding Nick Fury's mind.

He had a feeling that this mission would definitely not be as easy as everyone imagined!

Suppressing his inner anxiety, Nick Fury continued watching.

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