Baker's eyes shrank slightly.

On March 21, 1991, the target Stark Security Convoy?

It's not the one I'm thinking.

Baker thought so.

Perhaps on Earth Origin, March 21st simply represents an irrelevant [International Day for Eliminating Racial Discrimination].

But here, in addition to this International Day for Elimination of Racial Discrimination, something else happened.

Even the impact of this incident was much greater than the incident in which police shot and killed 69 people who participated in the peaceful demonstrations of the French protests against apartheid on March 21, 1960.

Howard Stark, chairman of Stark Industries, and his wife, Maria Stark, died in a car accident due to a brake failure.

Of course.

This is the official statement from the federal government. After all, on the same day, the security team originally responsible for protecting Howard Stark and his wife were in hot spots on the road. In order to leave as soon as possible, the Starks and his wife left the security team alone on the road.

Then……

The car accident was killed.

"There is a shadow of a textile factory?"

Baker clicked on the document and frowned as he looked at the information about the client's information written on it (fake identity).

Could it be him?

Baker thought of the computer incident that he had just been in a restaurant and was instantly invaded when he was online, and then he thought of someone.

If it were that person, then his skills were indeed above the computer genius Kevin Mitnik.

The Internet is his back garden, and even, for him, the Internet is his home.

During World War II, he was loyal to Hydra, and was recruited because of the federal [Paperclip Program]. Then, after getting cancer, he uploaded his consciousness online, and obtained an alternative immortality of Hydra Dr. Anim Zora.

But……

This makes no sense.

Baker touched his chin. If it was really a Hydra, there was no reason to assassinate Howard Stark, so it would require the power of a textile factory, because in this way, it would definitely cause trouble.

Is it to make a fuss?

Baker thought of this possibility, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was this, because if he had used the textile factory, even if someone found out in the future, he would only turn his attention to the textile factory.

No one would doubt that on that day, at the same time, there would be two different people from different sides who would take the lives of Howard Stark and his wife.

As for why Dr. Zora needs to clear the information now?

I've always known that Sloan's death is already known. After all, the Internet information is very developed these days, so after he knew that Sloan was dead, he monitored the network throughout the process. Once Sloan's notebook features appear on the Internet, he can know it as soon as possible, and then quickly clear the data inside.

And this move is very high, because no one could have thought that the intrusion speed of a hacker would be so fast. I am afraid that the laptop of the legendary hacker Kevin Mitnik could not stop Zora's intrusion.

only……

Zora was afraid that there was so much that he didn't expect that Gwen had a backup.

Ha ha.

Baker's mouth slightly curved, and then he found six copies of his assassination operation. After clicking to delete it, he was slightly relieved.

Hydra is a useless surprise, because even Baker knew about this, he didn't think it would bring him much benefit.

but……

It’s useless now, and it doesn’t mean it’s useless in the future. There is a saying that even a piece of straw paper has its use.

so.

Baker did not choose to delete the information, but unplugged the mobile hard drive, then opened it with the tool in his hand and aimed it at the notebook.

The laptop instantly started to screen, and in less than three seconds the screen instantly turned into a black screen, and then black smoke emerged from the laptop.

...

Queens.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Three gunshots with mufflers came from deep in a small alley in Queens. A Russian man covered his throat and stumbled towards the back. After hitting the wall, he fell down weakly.

Bang!

Wesley, who had just been pinched by this Russian man with both hands, fell to the ground, and opened his mouth wide and his skin was blue and swollen and bloody. He coughed with a face full of coughing.

“Fake.”

"Shet."

"Where did these people come out?"

Wesley turned over and fell to the ground, staring at the Russian man leaning against the wall with breathless breath, and his throat was bleeding like a small fountain. He felt anger and manic in his heart.

After a while.

Wesley's ears moved slightly, listening to the footsteps coming from not far away, took a step forward, took out a magazine, a wallet and a cell phone from the arms of the Russian man, and then looked around, then his eyes fell on a manhole cover not far away.

Ten minutes later.

"call."

"Hu, Hu, Hu, Hu!"

With four connections and one connection, we can even live in the New York sewer. Wesley sat aside and wiped the blood from his forehead with his palm to light up the cell phone that had just been taken out of the Russian man.

Enjoy the eyes.

[Three hours before the effective time of Wesley Gibson's wanted warrant.]

Behind this border is a countdown number.

“Watfak.”

Wesley was furious and had just destroyed a textile factory. Where did this person jump out of now?

Wesley wiped his sweat and exited the interface, thinking about seeing if he could find some useful clues from other aspects.

Then.

Wesley saw the icon that looked like the appearance of the hotel.

InterContinental Hotel?

What's this?

Wesley clicked on it a little suspiciously, and then he realized that the interface where he had just released his reward was the interface of this InterContinental Hotel APP.

Wesley then noticed something else.

One hour later.

Wesley took out a hundred US dollars from the Russian man's wallet and handed it to the taxi driver. Then he got out of the car and looked up at the building in front of him, which looked like a iron-shaped building.

InterContinental Hotel.

Located at the intersection of Broadway and Fifth Avenue, the InterContinental Hotel is an upscale hotel, a hotel that does not receive backpackers, and a hotel that cannot be accessed if it is not a hotel member.

The security guards at both sides of the hotel door glanced at Wesley who got out of the taxi, and then looked on the right waist that Wes covered with a leather jacket.

Next second.

The two security guards' eyes changed. Since the Millennium, the number of assassins registered at the InterContinental Hotel has been enough to be remembered without a computer.

Therefore.

The standard for two security guards to determine whether they are members is very simple. It seems that people have robbed them. Although those who have guns are not necessarily assassins these days, assassins must have guns.

Let’s talk about it.

If the person with the gun is not an assassin, even if he enters the hotel, he will be turned away by the front desk manager.

Just as Wesley was about to raise his foot forward.

A black Honda stopped at the door, and a security guard standing on the right lit up his eyes and took the black umbrella next to him and walked to the driving door of the Honda car.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moulton."
Chapter completed!