Coulson knelt down, looking at the ice crystals on the ground that hadn't yet fully melted, and the neck bone spikes where the break was incredibly clean.
He reached out a gloved finger and lightly touched the break.
"Sir, the test results are in."
Another Agent responsible for environmental sampling ran over and handed him a tablet, his tone full of confusion.
"We detected high concentrations of liquid nitrogen residue on-site, which is what caused the tissue to become brittle. Additionally, in the monster's facial and respiratory tract residues, we found high-purity capsaicin, ether, ammonia, and some kind of neurotoxin component that seems to have been refined from household pesticides."
The Agent paused, seemingly organizing his words.
"Furthermore, according to the composition analysis, these aren't military-grade chemical weapons. The raw materials seem to be things you can buy at Walmart or Home Depot. But the method and proportions of this concoction are as precise as the work of a Nobel Prize winner in chemistry."
"Materials bought at Home Depot?"
Coulson stood up, his eyebrows arching even higher.
"You're saying someone used detergent and fertilizer to take down a biochemical monster that could tear apart a tank?"
"Theoretically, yes, sir. Also, according to the Police testimony, the attacker was a small-statured person wearing a red and white fox mask, who vanished into thin air in front of everyone."
The Agent added.
Coulson narrowed his eyes.
The intersection surveillance footage he had just retrieved flashed through his mind.
Although the images were intermittent due to the monster's destruction, and that figure was always in a surveillance blind spot or a shadow at critical moments, he had still captured a few key frames.
That figure crouching on the streetlight.
That movement of swinging through the air using a steel cable.
And that half-smiling fox mask.
"That feeling again."
Coulson muttered to himself.
That technique of using steel cables for mobility reminded him of a report he had seen not long ago in a top-secret file.
About a certain survivor who had gone missing on Skull Island and then returned.
But the style was entirely different.
The one on Skull Island was more like a pure warrior, while tonight's Fox was more like a scientist who was calm to the point of being cold, or an assassin.
"Fox mask."
Coulson looked toward the direction where the figure had finally vanished.
"When did such a character appear in New York?"
"Sir, should we track them?" the Agent asked. "Drones are still in the nearby airspace."
Coulson was silent for a moment, looking at the brightly lit residential area.
Millions of people lived there; it was the most densely populated labyrinth in all of Queens.
And the opponent was clearly a master of counter-surveillance, utilizing visual blind spots and psychological gaps.
"No need."
Coulson sighed and waved his hand, returning to his business-as-usual expression.
"Transport this corpse back; Director Fury will be interested in this big guy. Clean up the scene thoroughly; don't leave a single scrap behind."
"As for that Fox, create a file. Let's tentatively set the codename as Alchemist, or, forget it, just call them Fox."
"Yes, sir. And how do we explain this to the public?"
Coulson glanced at the gathered onlookers and media vans in the distance.
"The usual."
He straightened his tie, a flawless smile appearing on his face.
"This was an ordinary chemical transport truck rollover accident, resulting in a leak of some hallucinogenic gas. No monsters, no Superman, just a regrettable traffic accident. By the way, notify the Damage Control Department to come and clean up; have the entire road repaved."
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