There was nothing to talk about in the conversation with the new leader of SSR. It was all the same old tricks of politicians. Su Ming just dumped Howard and let him talk to the old man with the white beard.
The goal has been achieved and Howard is useless.
The fee he paid before was actually just the fee for Deathstroke to safely escort him to the SSR headquarters.
The person who wanted to kill him was not the same group as the person who murdered Brian, which meant that Howard was safe here. If he was worried, Su Ming suggested that he could stay with Dr. Zola.
If these two people are in danger, a lot of Hydra's hidden agents will definitely emerge to protect them.
Americans are not the only ones coveting Dr. Zola's technology, Hydra also wants Howard's technology.
During the incubation period of the Hydra organization, the first task of the personnel lurking within the SSR was to gather intelligence and steal technology.
Howard's research results are placed in the laboratory. You can see with a little effort that the Paperclip Project brought two genius scientists together in disguise. One plus one is far greater than two. The sparks of wisdom and technology collided with each other. This
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Although the laboratory is located in the enemy's territory, it is not a big problem. Who can tell the difference between SSR and Hydra?
Is there a mysterious organization that wants to kill Dr. Stark? Sorry, Hydra was the first one not to agree.
Howard is still useful for now. The leaders are still waiting for ballistic missiles to be combined with nuclear weapons technology. The mysterious blue cube was lost by the Red Skull. Hydra needs some more practical force protection.
Su Ming is here to investigate the mutant problem and fix the time loophole. As for Howard? Just don't die.
"Nick, how have you been lately?"
In the corridor leading to the underground, a man in black and yellow armor asked the black man, because the black man had been thinking about something and was silent.
Nick Fury slowed down a little and looked around: "Same as usual, not bad, not bad, at least you don't have to clean the toilet."
"Has anything unusual happened around Dr. Stark recently?" Su Ming walked side by side with him, and their footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Nick Fury rolled his eyelids, still looking like he was sleepy: "He is a scientist and an adventurer. Everything that happens around him is unusual. Doesn't it count that he went skiing wearing clothes made of sausages?"
Calculate?."
Fury generously admitted to the surveillance of Howard. This is a rule that prevails in the dark. Protection and surveillance have always been two sides of the same act.
"Okay, so when Howard was attacked, where were the people who 'protected' him?" Su Ming looked at Fury's hairstyle and felt it was awkward, but even with hair, he was quite well-informed.
"I'm also thinking about this issue. I'm afraid that several of our agents have been killed." Fury's expression remained unchanged. Being an agent will inevitably face death everywhere, and this is the price.
"Protective monitoring, how long is the message feedback interval of SSR?" Su Ming asked another question.
In an era before satellites and the Internet, agents generally did not transmit information through telephone or radio, which was unsafe. They preferred traditional methods, which were human contacts.
Collect Howard's information, compile it into a report, and send it back to Camp Caspian. However, the distance dictates that this information cannot be sent once a day, and there must be intervals.
In such a relaxed environment after World War II, this interval should be very long.
Fury glanced at him. Is there anything that Deathstroke can't do? He even knows how the grassroots intelligence agencies operate. Where did this person come from?
He thought about it and felt that there was no need to keep this matter secret. Anyway, it would definitely need to be adjusted afterwards, and past information was of no value.
"once a week."
"When was the last time they communicated?"
"Two days ago."
"That's right. The surveillance department is not under your control. You, the field team leader, know everything that happens at the headquarters. You have a bright future."
"I'm an agent. Obtaining intelligence is just a basic skill. I personally prefer to send people to scientists to protect them in the open, rather than doing it in secret like now, and people don't even know if they are killed."
Here it comes, Nick Fury’s candy-like protection.
In the future, the most famous candy under Nick Fury is Coulson. The guy who is always smiling will leave phone numbers and other things for surveillance targets, pestering them with questions and asking questions, but they can't be driven away.
Tony described it as the haunting Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Su Ming clicked his lips and made a tut: "I guess the next task of protecting Howard will be handed over to the Howling Commandos. After all, the other party's assassination is more like a military act, and your colonel can't let me wander around.
, the time I have left is limited.”
Nick Fury neither admitted nor denied. He took out a piece of chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it hard: "You didn't intend to kill anyone from the beginning. I'm not the only one who saw this."
"So letting me hang around here is an inevitable choice for politicians. SSR has preserved his strength and life. Howard will feel 'valued' because SSR made concessions for him. I have also achieved my goal and there is no reason to go crazy. Your new colonel
He is a good politician."
"But you saw through it. This was all part of your calculation." Nick Fury walked quickly. This was not the first time he experienced the power of Deathstroke.
"Who knows, but politicians don't live long in a place like this. What do you think?" A faint laugh came from under the black and yellow mask.
"Maybe." Fury avoided suspicion and gave an ambiguous answer.
"Okay, let's stop chatting. Let's take a look at Howard's laboratory first." Su Ming made the request, and he waited for Nick to show the way.
Black people know that if this protection task is really handed over to the Howling Commandos, it is always beneficial to know more intelligence, and there is no reason to refuse.
Deathstroke gives out information for free, and gets all the credit afterwards. Is there anything more cost-effective than this?
When smart people negotiate terms, the word deal doesn't even come up, and now Nick Fury will make sure Deathstroke has enough time to get the findings he wants.
"this way please."
Nick Fury opened the password doors one after another, verified his fingerprints and work ID, and led Su Ming into an area that was obviously a laboratory.
It should be in the physics laboratory area, because the measures such as disinfection and sterilization are not perfect. It is just a strong wind blowing, which can be regarded as dust removal.
Hydra is not the only one researching biological weapons, SSR also has one, but it doesn't seem to be here.
Laboratories are lined up in the corridor. The white lights make it look like a hospital, and the surroundings are very quiet.
Fury led Su Ming to the door of a laboratory by turning left and right.
"This is the experimental factory shared by Dr. Howard and Dr. Zola. There are some things in it that are radioactive. It's best not to touch them."
Su Ming noticed that there seemed to be a figure flashing around the corner of the corridor. It should be a lurker of Hydra.
But what does Hydra have to do with him? He doesn't care about this SSR thing.
"I won't touch those things. I just have something to ask Zola." Su Ming opened the door and went in, only to see a short figure in a lead protective suit in the corner of the laboratory busy with something.
The flames of welding and the smell of burning filled the laboratory.
"Howard, you came a little early today. Come to my place for a drink tonight. I asked someone to buy some good bacon."
Zola didn't look back, but just heard the door knock. While continuing the work at hand, he happily invited Howard to have a drink.
"Can I go?"
A hoarse, deep voice answered him.
This sound often appeared in Zola's nightmares. When he heard this, he felt as if he had been thrown naked into the Danube River in winter, dancing on the line of death to the music of Strauss.
"Ahem, cough, cough." Zola choked on her saliva, and the welding in her hand fell to the ground: "Devil, how did you get in?! Guard! Guard!"
Nick Fury's head showed up at the door. He leaned against the door frame and waved his hand in greeting to Dr. Zola. Then he crossed his arms, as if even if Deathstroke killed Zola, he would not take action: "Colonel authorized
Action, sorry, Dr. Zola."
Su Ming grabbed Zola, grabbed his protective suit with one hand and lifted it up: "It's not the devil, it's the death knell."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, don't kill me!" Dr. Zola was immediately frightened. He is a scientist. Why did you treat him like this?
"I ask, you answer." Su Ming looked at Zola's new glasses and spoke calmly.
"Okay! Ask!" Dr. Zola wanted to wipe his sweat, but the protective suit isolated him.
"Did you and Howard use that blue energy block in your experiment?"
Su Ming looked around the laboratory. It looked like a garage. It was messy, with more screwdrivers and wrenches and the like. There was no high-tech equipment.
"No, they forbid me from touching those things." Zola immediately shook her head.
"Then have you ever conducted radiation experiments on living people?" Su Ming asked again.
"No, God." Zola raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "I am a pacifist. I have firmly opposed the Austrian corporal's massacre of Jews before. I am not a Nazi, and I will not do it with living people.
experimental!"
"It sounds like you Hydra are so clean." Su Ming sneered.
"Hydra has been destroyed. I am now an American, an American citizen, long live freedom!" Zola looked excited and looked like he was about to recite the U.S. Constitution.
Su Ming put him back on the ground. As expected, Howard had nothing to do with the Black Womb Project. The source of the group that wanted to kill him was unknown, but there was no tentacle of the other party inside the SSR.
The black and yellow gauntlet patted the chest of the protective suit, as if arranging Zola's wrinkled clothes: "Last question, Dr. Zola, from a scientist's point of view, has Dr. Stark done anything unusual recently?
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Zola breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Deathstroke had a much better temper than Red Skull, which was a good thing.
In order to send off the death knell quickly and leave, Zola really thought about it seriously, his little eyes kept rolling.