On the other hand, Ronan drove away from St. Missi's estate for more than an hour before he came to where he was going.

Ronan stops on a relatively modest street in Paterson and walks into a nearby café called "Dutch Brothers". At ten o'clock in the morning, there were only a few people in the café, and Ronan noticed a bald man sitting in a booth by the window as soon as he walked into the café.

Just as Ronan walked over and sat down, the bald man who was looking sideways out the window slowly turned his head to look at him.

"Mr. Collins......"

The bald man was of Indian origin, and he always wore a faint smile on his glasses, which suddenly became a little stronger when he saw Ronan.

"Hitwil ......"

Ronan didn't have any expression on his face, his elbows propped up on the table with his head, and he didn't pay much attention to the bald man's eyes.

After calling him, Ronan asked casually, "Although the agents sent by the Logistics Strategy Bureau to monitor me have been replaced by your people, aren't you afraid that some people will find out if you have such frequent contact with me?" ”

"Mr. Collins, you don't have to worry at all."

Hitwell smiled, picked up his cup and took a sip of his coffee, and responded, "We have made all the arrangements before meeting you, and we will ensure that there will be no leakage in the slightest, and ......"

"I'm here with Director Fury's mission."

"Mission?"

Ronan frowned inadvertently, lowered his arm and straightened up at the same time, smacking his tongue and asked, "Nick Fury's mission?" ”

"Yes."

Hitwell nodded and responded, "Professor X didn't escape Nick Fury's eyes when he brought Razor Aaron Kiplin to see you a few days ago. Aaron Kiprin is now the focus of the Logistics Strategy Bureau's arrest, but because of Professor X's protection, we didn't act rashly, but there should be no less surveillance. ”

"At such a juncture, Aaron Kiplin collided with you, the two key surveillance targets, but we can't help but think about it, after all, in your previous information, there has never been a record of contact with Aaron Kiplin and Professor X."

"I see."

Ronan nodded abruptly, and then asked, "But it was always Coulson who Nick Fury sent to contact me before, why did you change it this time?" ”

"Coulson should still be focusing on a few people at this time."

Hitwell thought for a moment, and then added: "And one of them is quite familiar to you, Mr. Collins. ”

Ronan didn't have to think about it to know who it was, but he tentatively said a person's name: "Tony Stark? ”

"Yes." Hitwell nodded in response.

"Then Nick Fury sent you here to ask me something...... And what are you going to do on behalf of Pierce? Ronan asked, following the reverberation.

"The Director sent me here just to ask you about Aaron Kipling's current state of mind and danger, and the other Directors didn't say much, or maybe he didn't think it was useful to ask too much."

"Hitwil ......"

Ronan suddenly called out to him when his voice fell, and then asked with a smile, "You seem to think you know Nick Fury very well?" ”

"Know him? No. ”

Hitwell thought Ronan was joking, and shook his head in response, "I don't know anything about him, I'm just guessing at what I think." ”

"Besides, if Nick Fury can be guessed by his subordinates what he really thinks, I'm afraid his position as the top officer of the Logistics Strategy Bureau will also come to an end."

Ronan smiled and did not continue the topic, but instead responded to what Hitvet had just said,

"Okay, that's all, I'll tell you about Aaron's current situation first......"

Hearing Ronan open his mouth, Hitwell immediately closed his mouth and listened quietly.

But Ronan was talking but suddenly paused, frowned slightly and thought for a while, shook his head and said: "I thought about it for a while, it seems that there is nothing worth saying, so let's do it, Hitwell......"

"When you go back, tell Nick Fury that Aaron's mental state is not optimistic."

"That's all?" Hitwell asked, slightly surprised.

"That's all." Ronan spread his hands.

"Alright then......"

Hitwell didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to answer helplessly.

"That's right......"

Seeing that he was silent, Ronan seemed to remember something, and suddenly asked out loud, "You haven't said what Pierce asked you to come to me for?" ”

"Pierce ......"

Hearing Ronan mention it, Hitwell suddenly remembered what he had forgotten to say just now, quickly concealed his astonishment and embarrassment, thought about the wording for a while, and immediately opened his mouth and said: "Mr. Collins, Minister Pierce asked me to come to you this time not for anything else, but just for you to help us catch the line of your 'Black Sizzard' Randy Houston in the Garden of Eden on Earth." ”

"Jazz?"

The corners of Ronan's mouth rose and he asked, "You want to buy a human amplification potion from Sir?" ”

"Yes."

Hitwell hesitated for less than two seconds before nodding. After all, as long as he said that he wanted to find "Black Jazz" Randy Houston, the purpose was already extremely obvious, and Ronan in front of him was another high-level member of the mysterious organization Eden, so there was no secret to him, and Hitwell felt that it would be better to be more straightforward in this matter.

"After all, we're not a logistical strategy, and they may look ahead and think about the implications, but we don't have to worry about it. As long as it is beneficial to us, they are good partners. ”

"Indeed."

Ronan nodded, and said sarcastically or appreciatively: "Your bottom line is indeed much lower than that of the Logistics Strategy Bureau. ”

Hitwell smiled and did not respond.

"The Bureau of Logistics Strategy already knows about Jazz's new base in Chicago, and you should know that, so I won't say any more. After a while, you can go to Chicago and find him on your own......"

"I'll let him know in advance."

With that, Ronan immediately stood up and walked out of the café quickly.

Hitwell, after draining his cup of coffee, walked out.

…………

A few hours later, the headquarters of the Logistics Strategy Bureau on Lakeside Island, Washington, on the top floor of the World Security Council Building, next to the Sanqu Wing Building.

Alexander Pierce, now the head of the Americas Section of the World Security Council, was sitting in his office chair, with short pale blonde hair that was slightly gray, and although he looked old, his eyes were extremely bright, and he was full of wisdom.

At this time, he was watching a short black and white video playing on the computer screen on his desktop, and as the video progress bar skipped by second, a strange look gradually appeared on his old face.

By the time the video was played in just four or five minutes, his strange expression slowly disappeared when it was highlighted to the extreme, and turned into an inexplicable and weird smile.

"Bang bang ......" "Bang bang ......"

But just as he was smiling and squinting his eyes slightly to remember the content of the video just now, a rapid knock on the door suddenly interrupted his train of thought.