While Captain America and Tony were eating burgers and various high-calorie junk foods in the ward, scratching their heads and discussing the three questions, Quicksilver, who had been sent out to track the two cars, followed one of the cars.

destination.

Watching the car drive all the way to the warehouse of a large company, Kuaiyin vaguely felt that there might be something wrong with it, because such a large company seemed to have no need to do such low-level petty theft and had no start.

For a small-target economic crime, when you go to jail and meet an old friend, you are too embarrassed to speak.

How did you get in?

I stole 1.5 billion from the company.

And you?

I made three account books, tax, you know.

Oh, I understand. What about you?

Me? I stole an Iveco Gold Cup and kidnapped four homeless people.

…

Listen! This is a crime that will be looked down upon by others!

…

Shaking his head and throwing away all the strange thoughts in his mind, Kuaiyin carefully looked at the cameras around him. If he had followed his past personality, he would have rushed in by now and slapped everyone inside.

, and then ran back quickly, posing and so on.

However, after taking several in-team courses with Captain America and Tony Stark, Quicksilver realized that the configuration of a tactical team was so troublesome, requiring logistics, scouts, and ensuring missions.

There is also the problem of not alerting one of the criminals...

It’s so troublesome!

but……

Kuaiyin felt that since he had decided to make some good changes, he should just stick to it.

Otherwise, if you can't run away in the future, you will still be beaten by Leon. At that time, some minor problems with your identity may become fatal problems when you get beaten.

………………

There were no cameras pointing at this place, so Kuaiyin quickly ducked out, using his speed advantage to quickly enter the factory just as the car entered the factory when the door opened.

The two armed guards, like blind men, did not notice his presence at all.

…………

One step ahead of the car, Kuaiyin saw countless shelves, neatly arranged in the factory building. On each shelf, there were small bottles of different colors.

What does this do?

Although Kuaiyin never went to school since he was a child, he has seen a lot of the sinful things in the dark world.

These things easily reminded Kuaiyin of something.

Picking up a bottle and putting it in his hand, Kuaiyin wanted to open it and smell it to see if it was what he imagined, but thinking about it carefully, he had indeed seen washing powder, and he had also seen people selling washing powder.

I killed myself with washing powder, but...

But what does this stuff taste like, Kuaiyin himself doesn’t know!!

What can I do? Forget it.

Take back a few bottles and test them for Tony Stark, and you'll know immediately.

……:

The front door of the factory was closed, and Kuaiyin, who was hiding in the shelves, could not leave from where he had just entered, so he had no choice but to run back and decide to leave somewhere in the back.

After walking for a while, I unexpectedly came across a room that was almost dark, but definitely had lights on.

Huh? It seems a bit incompetent if you don’t come up and listen!

…………………………

In the dimly lit room, the chandelier hanging from the ceiling was exerting its last remaining heat.

If there wasn't too much smoke in the room, it could actually work for a while.

Under the chandelier is a long mahogany table that looks very old. Although it is simple, its lines are very smooth.

There are three people sitting on both sides of the table, and there are two seats at the front and end. Although there are two chairs, only one person is sitting there.

The conversation seemed to have just begun because the ice water on the table had not yet melted.

The conversation seemed to last for a long time, because the smoke in the room really didn't look like it could be created by one person.

"Has that voyeur who peeks into other people's privacy decided to quit? Ha... great, I want a drink."

The speaker was a woman.

She wore a black velvet pointed hat and long black gauze gloves on both hands. She held a thin lady's cigarette in one hand and picked up the wine glass on the table and said.

The chandelier above the head still didn't adapt to the development of the times, and it didn't even reflect the lady's face hidden in the darkness.

Thumb, thump, thump!

Someone was tapping the table with his index finger, and the sound was loud and crisp. It matched the sound of the ice cubes clattering when the woman lifted the cup, and it was unexpectedly in tune.

"Taskmaster is dead."

The person who knocked on the table was sitting on the back of the chair, and his face could not be seen clearly either.

The sound of ice cubes hitting the table and fingers tapping on the table stopped at the same time.

After a while, the sound of knocking on the table sounded again, and the man continued: "I believe everyone here can guess it, or...

We had already received some information, and we knew very well who had killed Taskmaster.

Please think carefully, if that person finds you, or you, or...

I.

Is there anyone among us who can resist that person's anger, or one of his... good-natured jokes?"

It was obviously a question, but when it came out of this person's mouth, it didn't feel like a question, but more like a straightforward question.

"Didn't we discuss this issue before?"

The woman who spoke first before spoke again: "There is absolutely no chance that any of us will survive if we encounter that lunatic.

Oh……"

After smiling a little, as if taking a puff of cigarette, and exhaling a puff of smoke that looked like a black cat, the woman continued: "Otherwise, why would we form an alliance, and why would we sit here and do these annoying things.

Sigh... I haven't had a good beauty sleep for a long time. I miss my bed, my mirror, my silk quilt, and my cute little slaves..."

"snort!"

Another thicker male voice said in very difficult to speak broken English: "You can go back to your home, lie on the bed, take a deep sleep, and torture your disgusting slaves to death.

As long as you are not afraid that when you open your eyes one day, the guy wearing a mask will appear at your bedside and tell you that he is going to carve words on your face with a knife."

"Ha...so when he carved words on your face, did you listen to him?

What did he say~

Don’t move? Or..."

Thumb, thump, thump!

The sound of knocking on the table sounded again, but this time it sounded a little heavier.

Seemingly afraid of the person knocking on the table, the man and woman who were about to quarrel immediately fell silent.

Then the room fell into silence again.

After a long time, the sound of knocking on the table sounded again, this time it sounded relaxed.

"I don't object to your quarreling. In fact, if you can go out and kill each other to the death, I would be very happy to see that scene.

You know, I love this.

but……"

He knocked on the table three more times: "It seems that you don't quite understand the current situation. Or, you don't take this matter too seriously. Then, I will remind you again.

We will die.

He will die miserably.

No matter what kind of nobles you were, what kind of superpowers you were, what kind of gods you were...

We will all die when that man finds us.

Everyone, do you agree with what I say?"

silence.

"Okay, then I'll take it as your acquiescence. Then, I hope that those of us sitting in the room today can be more eager and serious.

You seem to have forgotten a very interesting fact: we started this war in the first place.
To be continued...