White Night only took a few minutes to return to his room.
He turned on the computer. Any device that Meggen had installed the program could be connected through this program.
[Bruce?]
[Bruce, are you still there?]
White Night looked at the words left by Hotch.
His hand reached out to the keyboard several times, but he could not type a single word.
He did not know how to explain the current situation to Hotch, or rather, he was not ready to tell him everything. Just like when Hotch asked him where he was, he hesitated on how to answer.
After sitting in front of the computer for three minutes, he finally left a line of words: [I'm fine, but I can't go back for the time being. Don't worry, I'll solve it.]
Could this drag on for a while? He told Meggen, "Meggen, show Hotch's program that the connection has been disconnected."
"Yes, sir."
//Connection has been disconnected
He looked at the words on the screen and blinked, "Isn't the usual disconnection text in red?"
"As you wish."
"Wait …" Before White Night could finish, he saw the letters disappear from right to left one by one, as if someone had pressed the backspace key on the keyboard. Then, another line of red "//Connection has been disconnected" appeared. "…"
"Is there a problem, sir?"
"No, no."
No. "White Night covered his face and prayed that Hotch didn't see his attempt to hide something.
Hotch, who was woken up a little earlier than usual on a weekday, stared at his phone while changing his clothes.
He frowned when he saw this.
He was deep in thought.
[Be.
Safe.]
oo00oo
White Night stood on the edge of the aircraft carrier.
He watched the aircraft carrier slowly rise into the air. Even though he had experienced some futuristic sci-fi worlds, he still felt a little excited when the strong sea breeze hit his face with some seawater.
In any case, this aircraft carrier represented the most advanced technology in this era on Earth.
"It's spectacular, isn't it?" Steve was standing not far away from White Night, so he did not find it strange that he did not hear a reply. He was used to White Night's reticence, and perhaps even his lack of expression.
"Let's go in quickly. The air outside is going to thin soon, and it's going to be hard to breathe," Natasha said to the others as she led the way in.
White Night looked at the people in the hall. The Hulk, Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, and Natasha were all present in the newly formed Avengers Alliance. He didn't count as he had explicitly refused to join. To be honest, if it didn't affect himself or the people he cared about, he had no interest in saving Earth. Here, Frey told him that after solving the trouble caused by Loki, he and Thor would forget about the pile of expensive glass that they had broken.
It was indeed very expensive. He only had a few hundred thousand US dollars left, and it was not even enough to cover the change. Well, in fact, he did not feel that he was responsible for the broken glass. He just wanted to assess the combat effectiveness of the Avengers Alliance at a close distance. After all, this group of people already represented the top forces on Earth.
He still had a faint impression of the Avengers Alliance movies that he had seen in his previous life, and he also roughly knew the life experiences of Captain America and Iron Man. He had seen the series of movies of these two, but these vague impressions were also mixed with the plot of the comics, so he could not distinguish them.
But these could not be used as a basis for judgment. After all, this was the real world. Every contractor knew that maybe the plot could be used as a reference, but if they acted completely according to it, they would not be far from death. After all, movies or comics would only record some fragments at most. But from the moment the contractor came to the World of Samsara, everything had changed, and the future was unpredictable.
The real precious information among the contractors was the statistical evaluation of the strength of a certain character in a certain period. For example, Thor's strength attribute was about 60/70, and the approximate value of the skill damage of thunder and lightning. These were completely impossible to show in the plot. After all, you could not expect a popcorn movie to give you accurate information.
For example, in the movie, the American team and?? Desert Cistanche? Ox? Do you feel dizzy when you do not have a coat? Slow Rabbit Kite Origin Slug Cui? Fresh School? Female Swan Spring Spring Spring Choke Yu Choose??? Yi Yu Shuo Duan Zhu? Tarzi? Cut Valerian Father Qiu Yu Guojin? Magpie Crested Fly? Team Zhu Yang Yun Xi?? Blame Huan Fang, Song Jie, and Yu Xi? Qiang Wei Skirt? Craftsman Deng Pin Neon Robber Zhixi?? Cuo Cuo Huang Huiqiao Tao Twin Bi Zhao Cui? Du Rong Yo
They had already greeted each other and briefly introduced themselves. Of course, they had already known each other's abilities before they came. White Night found that their eyes were focused on him. "Nat White."
"That's it?" Tony Stark looked at White Night with no expression. Although he was looking in their direction, his eyes seemed to be out of focus. He turned to look at Frey. "You still hire minors?"
"Mr. White is already an adult, and has been for a long time. Didn't you read the file?" asked Frey.
"Of course I did, but being frozen for decades doesn't mean that his age has increased. His social experience and life experience haven't changed at all. This period of time shouldn't be added to his age."
"That's not what you said to me, Stark," said Steve with a smile.
"Of course you're different, Captain. He's not like you who wore the same costume decades ago, even if you were dug up from the same place."
As soon as Tony said that, Steve's expression changed, and the atmosphere became a little stiff. Natasha interjected with a smile, "Gentlemen, now is not the time to discuss this. White agreed to participate in this operation himself. He's very good at … fighting, and will be very helpful to this operation."
"Good at fighting? With that body of his? He agreed to participate just because he agreed to it. Did his guardian agree … "
White Night wasn't thin or weak, and he definitely wasn't short at 1.78 meters. If he took off his clothes, you could see his well-proportioned body that had been tempered but didn't look exaggerated. It was just that at this moment, standing next to Steve, whose strong muscles could be clearly seen even though he was wearing clothes, and standing next to Thor, there was a stark contrast.
Tony was still talking, when White Night stretched out a hand. "Snow, go."
A longsword flew over quickly, past Tony's neck, and landed in White Night's hand.
Tony immediately stopped and touched his neck, as if he could still feel the cool wind just now. He looked at the sheathed sword in White Night's hand and said, "Hey, kid, that's not friendly."
White Night still stood there expressionlessly, his head slightly lowered as he stared at the sword in his hand.
"I think we should go and do what we have to do, Mr. Stark." Banner looked at the different expressions on everyone's faces.
"Okay." Tony nodded and walked towards the workshop prepared for them. After taking two steps, he turned back and said, "You're really an unlikable brat."
White Night sat in front of a computer, and the others had already gone to do their own things. The two scientists, Banner and Tony, were tracking the Rubik's Cube from a technical point of view, while Thor and Steve were talking about Loki. After making sure that no one was paying attention to him, White Night took out a USB drive and plugged it into the computer. He put on his headset and took out his phone to give instructions to Meggen. "Hack into S.H.E.L.D.'s defense system. I need all the information about Jacques, especially the confidential information about his experiments."
It was almost impossible to hack into S.H.E.L.D.'s system from the outside, but now there was an opportunity to do so from the inside. The success rate would be much higher this way.
"I can't hack into it without leaving a trace. I can only temporarily …" Meggen's voice came from the earpiece. She paused, and her voice seemed to become a little excited. "The defense system is being hacked. I can take advantage of the time when the system is breached to obtain the information without being discovered."
White Night was a little surprised. "Let's do that."
After a while, Meggen asked, "Sir, at this speed, the intruder will need about four hours to break through the defense system. Should I help without leaving a trace?"
"Then help."
Meggen's program data flow spread out, but she did not expect to receive a message as soon as she touched the defense system. "I'm Jarvis. Who are you? Who do you work for?"
White Night waited for Meggen's message. It was already dark outside. He opened the program that he had used to communicate with Hotch. He looked at the conversation on the screen. "Meggen, connected." A few green words appeared at the bottom.
//Connected.
After about an hour, the phone in Bai Ye's hand vibrated.
"Bruce?"
"Are you off work? Don't tell me you're going to make the office your home again? "
In the past, Hotch often worked in the office until late at night. Sometimes, she would even sleep in the office. He had seen it all back then. It was only after he had established a relationship with Hotch that Hotch's habits changed. At least, she started to bring documents home.
"We're in Atlanta, Georgia."
White Night understood immediately. He looked at the time. It was already past 9 pm.
"You're back at the hotel? Is the case tricky? "
"Yes. We've found some clues about the poisoning case. What happened on the day you disappeared? Were you hurt in the explosion? Is that why you can't come back? "
"Have you forgotten about my superpower? I'm fine. Rest early. Love you. Good night. "
White Night's head hurt when Hotch mentioned this. He typed a line of words and pressed the send button. He immediately said, "Meggen, show —"
Before he could finish, Meggen interrupted him. "I understand, sir."
//Disconnected.
Hotch sat on the hotel bed. There were some case files spread out on the bed. He looked at the red words at the bottom of the screen. After a while, he put down the phone. His expression was dark. Bruce was obviously avoiding the topic of the disappearance and the current situation.
Perhaps he didn't want him to worry, but it would only make him more uneasy.
After putting away the case files and preparing to rest, Bruce's phone suddenly vibrated. Hotch looked at the name on the screen: Asa Lawrence.
Hotch had no impression of this name. He looked at the phone that stopped vibrating in his hand. There were very few people who contacted Bruce. At least, this was the first time Bruce's phone had contacted him. Bruce didn't even seem to be familiar with many people.
Hotch thought about it and opened the page.
"Asa Lawrence is looking for you."
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