The next day, New York was still gloomy, and it was still drizzling sporadically.
Frank was hitting the sandbag in the training room when the doorbell rang.
He opened the door, and Puncher, who was still dressed in a gray hoodie, raised the big paper bag in his hand. "Want to eat together?"
Frank turned to the side expressionlessly and made way for them to enter the door. "I've eaten."
Luke walked in. "Do you want me to leave you some for lunch?"
Frank simply shook his head and closed the door. They sat back down on the couch in the living room.
Luke took out a cheeseburger from the paper bag and took a bite. "How was your rest?"
Frank said, "Not bad."
Luke reached for the remote on the coffee table and pressed a button, and the window immediately turned single-sided.
Throwing away the remote, he took out a phone from his backpack and tossed it to Frank. "It's a rough outline of the situation. Take a look first. If there's no problem, we can start preparing. "
Frank took the phone and found an action plan file on the desktop. He opened it and read it.
Luke unhurriedly finished a burger and picked up another one. He didn't stop until he ate five in one go.
Frank had just finished reading the file and looked up at him. "Are you sure we're going to protect the citizens of Manhattan and plan how to resist tens of thousands of enemies? They also have more than five hundred fighter jets that are far more technologically advanced than the F4, and … hm, an unknown number of battleships?"
Luke nodded calmly. "That's right."
After a brief silence, Frank decided to ask, "What's a battleship? An aircraft carrier? "
Luke nodded again. "Something like that. They can fly in the sky and release a lot of fighter jets and soldiers."
Even with Frank's calmness, he wanted to hit someone. "Are you sure you're not talking about a sci-fi movie? How can there be a battleship on Earth? "
Even the United States, which was known as the world's best research nation, had no such equipment.
Now, they were saying that someone was going to use this thing to attack Manhattan, and there was more than one. This was simply nonsense.
Luke considered for a moment, then took out another cheeseburger and took a bite. "Well, S.H.I.E.L.D. might have one."
"Huh … What?" Frank was shocked. "They have something like that?"
Luke said, "Maybe. At least it's technically possible."
Frank didn't say anything else, his eyes flashing.
Luke didn't rush him, and continued eating his cheeseburger.
Even the dear Uncle Frank needed time to accept such an unimaginable thing. Otherwise, he wouldn't be an Earthling.
After a while, Frank got up and went to the fridge to get a bottle of mineral water. He twisted it open and took a sip.
After a moment of silence, he asked, "Is that why you came looking for me?"
Luke patted the remains of the burger off his hands. "Of course. Ordinary opponents do not need a superhero team to carry out this special combat mission. "
Frank had also thought of this during this period of time.
If it weren't for such a terrifying opponent, Batman wouldn't have been willing to be a soldier under his command.
After all, he and Batman didn't even know each other.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, there was no way he would entrust his life to a stranger.
As for why they were looking for him, the reason was simple.
The other party needed a commander who could find the enemy's loopholes and turn defeat into victory in one fell swoop.
He needed to lead a superhero team in an operation similar to a decapitation tactic.
Otherwise, even if he had more than ten superheroes under his command, it would be impossible for them to fight tens of thousands of opponents who had complete air superiority and win.
Once they were exposed, the other party would be able to crush them with just a little bit of firepower. Any superheroes would be useless.
Special operations weren't some godly weapon. On the contrary, it was always a huge risk.
One small mistake and the entire team would be wiped out.
Not to mention, the opponent wasn't some weakling, but an army with super advanced technology. This would only further reduce the team's chances of survival.
Pondering, he looked at Luke. "What about the details? I need the enemy's weapons and personnel distribution. "
Luke finally smiled bitterly and spread his hands. "That's the problem."
Frank had a bad feeling. "What do you mean?"
Luke said, "What I've given you is probably all the information on the other party. If you have to add a little more, you can think of them as … an alien fleet."
Frank's eyes widened. "What?"
He didn't expect to get such a nonsensical answer.
Luke, however, confirmed it again. "Yes, they're an alien fleet that can travel through the universe, and they're definitely not new recruits."
"F * ck you!" Frank finally spat out these vulgar words.
…
Before long, Luke left the temporary safe house with Frank and headed for the real battle center.
The battle center was located in the suburbs of North Bergen, New Jersey, where Elena College was located.
However, the two places were quite far away from each other, and the battle center was closer to Manhattan.
Luke had started building this place a few months ago.
It was originally a machinery processing plant, and after Luke bought it as the new boss with his alias ID, it had been under construction for a month.
But before it could reopen, it was announced that the capital chain was broken, and construction couldn't continue for the time being.
After the factory consumed a large amount of machinery and raw materials, it went into shutdown mode.
But the new boss didn't declare bankruptcy, so even though the factory wasn't operating, there were professional security guards.
The security guards were very familiar with Mr. Riddle, the person in charge who occasionally came in and out of the place.
Today, Mr. Riddle had brought a new face, Mr. Hammersmith, and told the security guards that this was the new factory supervisor who was in charge of maintaining everything here.
In other words, this "Mr. Hammersmith" was the immediate boss of the four security guards.
Looking at their new boss, who had a poker face and only nodded slightly before he turned around and left, the four security guards had a bad feeling. This Mr. Hammersmith didn't look easy to get along with.
Thankfully, Mr. Riddle was always so understanding. He stopped the security guards' team leader and said a few words.
The gist of it was that Mr. Smith was just a little old-fashioned, and as long as they followed his instructions, there would be no problems.
The security guards' employment contracts lasted at least a year, and if they performed well, they might even be exchanged for a long-term contract of three to five years.
Only then did the security guards relax a little.
Compared with New York, although it was a little boring here in North Bergen, life was still very pleasant, and the salary of a security guard wasn't bad.
If they lost this job, only God knew if they would be treated so well next time.
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