"Is the Ark Armor plan really likely to succeed?" Reyes looked in disbelief. It was not that she doubted Dr. Otto's scientific research level, but that such a powerful armor surpassed Iron Patriot.
Armor itself is not a vulgar object.
"This is modified from Bullseye's special nano-suit, and paired with the Ark core reactor. If it is successfully developed, the entire Gotham City structure...maybe will change..."
Reyes muttered.
Akers spread his hands and said: "District Attorney Reyes, oh no, I should call you Team Leader Reyes now. I think we should pay more attention to that homeless man Danny. I have always been thinking, why
You would let Danny leave without paying a price because of his one-sided words... Do you really think he is Danny Rand of the Rand Group?"
Reyes snorted coldly: "So why are you just an electrician who talks about punishing evil and promoting good?"
Akers narrowed his eyes.
"Even if Danny Rand's identity is fake? But don't forget, his fists can indeed be turned into steel. This is an undoubted fact. Based on the ironclad evidence of his fists, we cannot refute that he is from Kunlun.
The fact that Kunlun Mountain exists even though none of us know whether it exists."
"But... the so-called Dr. Stephen, the guy he calls Doctor Strange, is at St. Mary's Hospital in Queens..." Reyes glanced at Akers.
"If you are interested, I don't mind if you are determined to die and go to test it to see if Doctor Strange is in vain... Of course, before you do this, I suggest you cut off any contact with us.
Just so that your stupid actions will not affect our lives and health."
Akers no longer expressed an opinion on this matter. He instead said: "The former FBI agent I met before, Mr. Billy, contacted me again. He said that he had found clues to the item and invited
Let me search together."
Otto wiped his hands with a white cotton cloth and asked doubtfully: "That thing?"
"Remember what I said before, Robert is looking for the secret about the birth of Vought's superheroes..."
Akers's eyes widened: "Don't you find it interesting? Are there too many heroes in Vought Company? Except for those with extraordinary talents, I think the other so-called heroes are just Vought Corporation.
The product of technology!"
"And that's what they're looking for! The thing that makes them superheroes!"
Reyes reminded: "Vought Company? If you don't want no one to collect your body after you die, you should just be your street hero."
Akers looked at Reyes coldly, until Reyes curled his lips and left on high heels, he continued: "Otto, I will follow up on the secret investigation of Walter Company tomorrow. I can't tell.
We can also find some clues about Robert."
"Robert...you still can't let it go?" Otto paused slightly when opening the laptop, but still opened the screen.
"Don't you also think that Robert is still alive? Otherwise, why is the size of the Ark armor customized based on Robert's figure?" Ax pulled down the hood behind his head.
……
Jersey City.
A gloomy but not cold afternoon.
Akers wore a black hood and stared at the old apartment building not far away through the gap in the window. He looked sideways at Billy, who was also looking solemn next to him, and asked: "You should be able to do it now."
Tell me, are there any clues here?"
Billy brushed the curtains and guided Akers to the living room to sit down: "The most dangerous place is the safest place. After we said goodbye that day, we came here and rented this room...
...No one would know that the black-robed pickets who kidnapped Transparent Man were right across from the apartment."
"Just opposite the apartment where Locomotive's lover lives!"
Locomotive's lover?!
Watt's locomotive?
Akers responded to the unknown situation with silence. Akers had no idea what Robert had told them before. At this moment, Akers could only continue to talk along with Billy's topic.
"So how are we supposed to get that thing?"
Huey, who was typing away at the computer, looked up at him and said solemnly: "We plan to hack into the apartment's surveillance system."
Obtaining intelligence through surveillance is not a clever but useful method.
Akers came to the window, opened the curtains again, and peered into the apartment building opposite.
I hope you won’t disappoint him, the black-robed pickets...
……
In a Jersey City nightclub a few blocks away.
A secret connection is also taking place.
As the protagonist of this joint, Batman Bruce is obviously out of tune with the surrounding environment. Not only is his black suit that looks extremely expensive, but he is also wearing a black suit on his face that only the rich second generation will not wear at all.
Sunglasses.
If the people across from him hadn't known that he was the heir to the Wayne family, they might still have thought that he was some starlet who had fallen into the wrong trap.
Frank put down the wooden wine glass in his hand: "I have wanted to ask you a long time ago, don't you know how to hide? Or has no one taught you to hide?"
Bruce sat down in front of Frank: "Now that I am the chairman of Wayne Group, what do I need to hide, Mr. Frank?"
Frank smiled: "The chairman of the Wayne Group is also...your butler Alfred, who seems to be someone who would say, 'The young master of the Wayne family does not need to hide.'"<
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Frank raised his glass and took a big sip: "Okay, our Master Wayne, what do you have to do with me now?"
"Mr. Frank, you haven't forgotten, have you? Just a dozen days ago, you promised to help me find someone, and that person's name is Joechel."
"Jochel..." Frank raised his wine glass, letting it cover the dim light bulb on the ceiling.
Then, he swallowed all the wine into his stomach and smashed it hard. His sharp eyes were like a sharp knife stabbing Bruce Wayne in front of him.
"What if I say, I don't want to look for you anymore?"
Bruce narrowed his eyes, and the atmosphere between the two became inexplicably heavy. However, he was not a fool who didn't understand anything. Bruce said softly: "Mr. Frank, you don't really think that you can really do this on your own.
Find the location of the one-armed general."
Frank didn't seem to care on the surface, but his attention was focused on Bruce.
"You want to find the One-Armed General through the One-Armed General's men. This is indeed a very logical way, but do you really think that the One-Armed General Bob will really trust a woman without reservation?"
Search officer?"
"Although the female investigator seemed loyal on the surface, and there was nothing wrong with her resume."
Frank sneered: "You spy on me?"
"There is no need for my surveillance and intelligence. I have intelligence capabilities. Oh no, I should say, I have money. There is no intelligence in this world that money cannot buy. If there is, then add money!" Bruce and Frank looked at each other.