For now, Luke felt that it was more cost-effective to look for clues on Hydra first.
Roxon Corporation, which relied on American law to eat people, wouldn't run away. It had always been there.
It was even rarer to find Hydra members, and it would be easier to get rid of them later.
Most of the deaths of Hydras wouldn't alert the authorities, and they would do their best to cover it up.
Luke liked this kind of considerate opponent who was willing to clean up the mess.
Making up his mind, Luke ran around the special district looking for the remaining targets.
His luck was bad. Three were missing and two were dead.
Luke reckoned that the three missing people were probably dead as well, except that they had died in a remote corner.
Neither of the two dead were at home.
They had just left home not long ago. Not far from home, one drowned in a river and the other was hit by a car.
But without exception, the "clairvoyant" equipment in their eyes had self-destructed.
Luke watched with interest as the patrol police arrived and pulled away the two bodies.
This was a cautious and ruthless opponent who didn't hesitate to get rid of five people.
Apart from the female manager who didn't know anything and the engineer who belonged to Roxon Corporation, the other targets that Luke was interested in were all gone.
Of course, that didn't mean that all traces had disappeared.
However, it would take more time to find more clues from these people.
Luke had another ready-made path.
Thinking that, he asked the smart program North Star, "Have you made the reverse tracking program?"
North Star said, "Sir, the program is almost complete, but the other party has countermeasures. There's a 72% chance that the connection will be cut off in advance."
Luke said, "But there's a 50% chance that he missed something, isn't there?"
North Star said, "I'm not sure, because I can't tell how capable and cautious the other party's technicians are."
Luke chuckled. "No, I'm only saying yes or no."
As he spoke, he disappeared into the night.
…
Looking at the message on the computer, Garrett rubbed his chin. "Nobody showed up. Did I overestimate the opponent?"
That was what he said, but his eyes were very gloomy.
The vague sense of danger in his heart reminded him that this wasn't over.
Finally, he stood up and returned to the researcher. "Keep an eye on everyone in the clairvoyant system for the next few days. If there's a problem, don't hesitate to clean it up. "
The researcher was taken aback. He turned around and asked, "Are you sure?"
Garrett nodded. "I have a feeling that our opponent this time isn't that simple. Don't be careless. That's all, I'll be leaving first. "
The researcher nodded and turned back to look at the screen again.
Whatever the clairvoyant said, that was what it was.
All of this was paid for by this boss. He was just a technician. The researcher thought to himself.
After leaving the place and entering an underground parking lot, Garrett removed the Nano mask, put on another face, and left with the car.
Two hours later, Luke snuck into the parking lot.
A moment later, he stood in front of the car that Garrett had parked there. A smile appeared on his face. "Caught you, Clairvoyant!"
Luke's reverse tracking program was indeed discovered at the first moment, and the other party cut off the connection to ensure his own safety.
The North Star's 72% chance of being discovered wasn't wrong, but the 50% chance he mentioned also happened.
The other party did not notice the back-up in the reverse tracking program.
When the connection was cut off, he had already laid in ambush, waiting for an opportunity to immediately send out the other party's coordinates.
It only took Luke five minutes to get the other party's coordinates.
This was the result of the generational difference in technology between the two parties.
Apart from Batman's Internet Ghost fan, Luke hadn't found anyone on Earth who could compete with the tycoon's technology and smart programs.
The other party definitely wasn't bad, but unfortunately, he was inferior in both software and technology.
The difference between the two was an entire level.
When Luke arrived at the coordinates again, he found that it was a high-tech prosthetic research institute.
Well, there was nothing wrong with that. It was just like how the young master called Ma Ke's armor his prosthetic limb. It was a reasonable thing to do.
According to the coordinates, it was an office, but there was no one inside. The real target was in the basement.
Luke didn't want the opponent to know that he had discovered this place, so he didn't sneak into the basement, which was heavily guarded. Instead, he walked around the research institute, which only had two security guards on night duty.
Then, he found a scent that he had a backup of in his memory.
After thinking for almost a minute, he finally matched the scent with the person.
As the number of people he had seen increased, Sharp Nose couldn't be recorded in files, and could only rely on his brain to remember things, which was the most inconvenient part.
Even though his mental strength was far superior to that of an ordinary person's and his memory had greatly improved, he couldn't remember everyone.
He could only focus on the more special and important people.
The person he had discovered tonight had appeared in front of Luke once, but only once or twice, so his Sharp Nose backup didn't leave a deep impression.
The existence of this person in the backup also proved that the other party wasn't a passerby, but someone who had left a deep impression on Luke.
It was only then that Luke remembered that he had run into two people who claimed to be FBI agents during an earthquake at the charity show.
One of them was a middle-aged man named John Garrett, and the other was a young man named Grant Ward.
Coincidentally, their IDs were "FBI 17th Division," which was the sockpuppet department that Phil and the others were used to.
SHIELD's headquarters was in Tri-Curved Wing Building, and the three suspects in the failed attack on the charity show were also from Tri-Curved Wing Building.
Luke quickly connected the dots in his mind, and the middle-aged man's appearance became clear.
That's right, it was this John Garrett.
His scent couldn't be clearer in this enclosed room and in the elevator that led to the basement.
It was a night with no one around, and his scent was as eye-catching as a firefly in autumn.
Checking the surveillance cameras on the nearby streets, Luke found the car and followed it to the underground parking lot.
This time, he was absolutely sure that he had caught the culprit.
John Garrett and Grant Ward. Both of them were red on the system's hostile list. It seemed like they had a lot of opinions about him.
Would a normal S.H.I.E.L.D. agent hate him so much? That was obviously not the case.
Even if an agent really wanted to arrest Batman or other superheroes, it would at most be a light red ordinary hostility, which would be classified as "work-related antagonism."
The only people who hated Luke so much were probably the members of Hydra's S.H.I.E.L.D. division.
Luke couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the self-proclaimed clairvoyant in Lamar's eyeball device. This guy sure had fun! He had actually learned from Luke and created a sockpuppet to fool people.
Unfortunately, everything could be deceived, but not scent.
And if he was short of anything, he would end up like a dog instead of a tiger.
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