It was clear that Luke knew a lot more than the tycoon thought.
Relying on Clown's crazy ability to deal with SHIELD's Hydra members during this time, with the assistance of equipment, he is much better at getting a confession than Tony.
Luke tilted his head at the door. "We're done here. You can go back early to make preparations."
Tony was stunned. "You asked me to come over in the middle of the night for this?"
Luke said, "Of course. Who knows if Hydra is spying on you?"
Tony was lost for words.
It might have taken them some time to talk again, but it was really safe.
Downing the wine in his glass, he got up and put down his helmet. "Next time, I'll wake you up in the middle of the night to pee."
Luke chuckled. "Sorry, I like to work the night shift."
Tony cursed inwardly. That was what it meant to sleep during the day. That was very much in line with the bat's setting.
Also, it wasn't hard for this guy to find time to sleep since he wouldn't do anything during the day.
Watching Tony walk to the cabin door, Luke added, "Try to get ready in three days. Hydra will probably make a move in the next few days."
Tony turned his head in surprise. "So soon?"
Luke said, "That's why I woke you up in the middle of the night."
Tony: "… Thank you very much."
…
In fact, Luke had been making preparations since the day.
His level-one clone, who was far away in the Mud, had taken an international flight to the special administrative region in the morning.
Frank and the others went to Baltimore overnight to set up a temporary base of operations.
The others, such as Damon and his daughter, Alice and her daughter, and the ninja squad, stayed in New York. When the time came, they could use the telepathic robots to take part in the battle.
Frank, Ivan, and Angel volunteered to take part nearby. They didn't mind using their real bodies if necessary.
But Luke was a little wary of this matter.
This was a special administrative region, and it might involve high-level officials.
Batman and the American authorities had been at odds in secret many times, but on the surface, nothing had happened.
The authorities had never officially put out a wanted poster for Batman — NYPD's notice didn't count; it was just a notice from a local law enforcement agency.
It was fine as long as everyone had a tacit understanding.
The Bat Squad's bottom line could also numb the authorities.
If possible, the Bat Squad would try to use remote-controlled robots in this case, and it would be best to hide their superhero identities.
The advantage of doing this was that there was no fear of casualties or exposure.
As long as Luke's clone was there, dozens of ordinary remote-controlled robots would be enough … Right?
…
The night passed and the first rays of the morning sun rose.
Today was another fine day for the District.
The crowd on the street was busy, and at SHIELD headquarters, Nick Fury was looking at the virtual screen in front of him with a gloomy expression. "Unlock the Planet Remlia satellite launch file."
"Access denied."
Nikfurry was stunned. "Run decryption."
"Decryption failed."
Nick Fury narrowed his single eye. "Bypassing authority, Nicholas J. Fury."
"Authorization failed. All documents have been sealed."
Nick Fury sneered, "Who gave the order?"
"Sealing order from: Nicholas J. Fury."
(⊙ _ ●)?! Nick Fury: "WTF!"
Half an hour later, he drove away from the Tripartite Wing Building with a gloomy expression.
Looking at the building in the rearview mirror, the director's already dark face turned even darker.
Driving out of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, he said, "Activate the communication encryption system and connect security program 0405."
Very soon, the other party picked up, and a female voice rang out. "What's up, Sir Fury?"
Nick Fury: "Come immediately. There's a big problem here."
The female voice: "I'll be there in four hours."
Nick Fury: "I'll give you three hours. That's all."
After that, he ended the communication and stopped the car at a red light, his eyes flashing.
Suddenly, he sensed two gazes from the side.
He glanced over and saw that it was a police car. Two officers were sizing him up, as if they were looking at him as a wanted criminal.
The director wasn't happy. "What, do you want to check my ID?"
The two officers turned around, and the traffic light turned green as the police car left.
The director snorted, but he didn't get to vent his anger at all.
…
On the other side, Frank was making plans when he suddenly heard a warning from Bobo. "There's a fierce gunfight in a key area. Several police cars are attacking an S.H.I.E.L.D. SUV. Mr. Smith. "
His hands paused. "Let me take a look."
A virtual screen appeared in front of him.
After looking at it for a moment, his expression turned strange. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Contact Rider and tell him that Black Egg is under attack."
Bobo: "Okay, Mr. Smith."
A moment later, Bobo said again, "Rider said 'I don't have time.' Mr. Smith, you're free to decide whether or not to carry out the rescue operation."
Frank was silent for a moment. On the screen, Nick Fury's black S.H.I.E.L.D. suddenly sprayed out fierce firepower and threw a grenade at the police car that had stopped him, before he fled.
He chuckled and shook his head. "There's no need. Black Egg won't die. Right, record the people who are chasing him, follow them, and lock onto all the suspects. "
Bobo: "Okay, Mr. Smith."
Frank sneered, but he was thinking to himself, Since I'm not using my identity as the Bat Squad this time, it shouldn't be a problem to get rid of these black police officers.
…
On the street, Nick Fury's nose and mouth were bleeding as he shouted, "Activate the helicopter system."
"The suspension system has been damaged."
Nick Fury: "Then call Agent Hill."
"The communication system has been damaged."
"Motherf * cker!" Nick Fury said inwardly, "What else is good?"
"The air conditioning system is working."
"Then give me some wind first. I need to calm down," Nick Fury growled angrily.
For a moment, the two parties sped down the street.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't shake off the police cars behind it, and the police cars behind couldn't do anything to the S.H.I.E.L.D. They could only shoot wildly.
Suddenly, in Nick Fury's blurred vision due to the impact, he saw a figure in a black combat suit standing quietly at the intersection in front of him with a gun in his hand.
Swoosh!
A disc was fired from the gun and flew under the S.H.I.E.L.D., instantly attaching itself to the chassis.
Boom!
Nick Fury felt as if he had done a 180-degree somersault with the S.H.I.E.L.D., and his head fell to the ground and slid forward.
The man in the black combat suit unhurriedly moved aside to avoid the half-turned S.H.I.E.L.D., and then strode forward.
…
Frank exclaimed softly, "This guy … Interesting! Bobo, send the footage to Knight. "
Bobo: "Okay."
Looking at the image, Frank couldn't help but murmur, "Black Egg shouldn't die so easily."
A moment later, the man in the black combat suit pulled open the door of the overturned S.H.I.E.L.D., revealing the empty driver's seat.
Frank snorted and shook his head, pursing his lips. "This is indeed Nicholas."
A big hole had been cut in the S.H.I.E.L.D. against the ground, an open sewer was revealed.
Someone was indeed worthy of the legendary black tortoise — not only was he hard and black, he was also shameless and slippery, and could slip away easily.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
