New York.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Center

"How?"

"Sorry......"

Daisy Johnson, who was struggling with some kind of positioning procedure, tried hard and finally chose to give up: "Commander, I'm sorry, I can't break through Gwen's defense program to accurately locate Mr. Baker Morton. ”

Baker has a commonly used satellite phone, and at the beginning, he used the services provided by Stark Communications, but since the investment in Heaven made a big profit, the communication used by Baker's satellite phone has been handed over to the Celestial Satellite to ensure the escort.

The program was provided by Ms. Gwen Gowun.

A fantasizing about setting up a hospital to fill many nurse ladies, called the dean, Ms. Gwen Gowun, the world's second best computer writer.

Then.

An agent turned to Barbara, who was on her back, and said, "Commander, I have confirmed, that at 8:10 a.m. yesterday morning, the Gulfstream plane under the name of Heavenly Investment took off from New York's JFK Airport, and according to the testimony of a taxi driver, it was confirmed that he had indeed picked up a passenger from Fifth Avenue to the hangar yesterday morning. ”

Barbara raised an eyebrow, thinking about the look on Baker's face last night when she asked him if he had a direct stake in James' arms.

Barbara couldn't help but cover her forehead, she didn't have to think about it, Baker must have gone out to do something behind her back again.

I knew it.

Barbara reopened her eyes, thinking about waiting for someone to serve directly on the rope, and said in a deep voice: "Contact the Paris Bureau, there is any information coming." ”

"Yes!"

The agent replied: "An hour ago, a plane under the name of James Arms Industries took off at Charles de Gaulle Airport. ”

Barbara's eyes lit up: "The reported destination has not been found." ”

No matter how rich you are, the world is the world, not a small group of people, even Tony Stark, when you take a private jet, you need to report your flight plan to the terminal.

Of course, this was before, and now, with the steel toy, Tony Stark's private jet is about to rust.

The agent nodded: "Svalbard Airport!" ”

Svalbard Airport is so small that few people have heard of it, but if you're a high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. agent or a world geography buff, then Svalbard Airport is famous.

Because Svalbard Airport is in a special location.

Svalbard Airport is the closest airport to the North Pole, and if you want to travel to the North Pole, Svalbard Airport is a must-visit destination, and it is also a base for Arctic scientific research and a supply point.

Barbara apparently knew about the airport.

But the agent who replied didn't know it, so he searched the Internet and found an introduction to the airport.

The next second.

As soon as the big screen lit up, a real-time map of global aviation appeared.

A plane heading north was marked.

"Inform Svalbard Airport that as soon as the plane lands, take control."

"Yes!"

Barbara looked at the little blue plane that was flying in the direction of the North Pole, and then turned around and walked outside: "Natasha, you stay in the center. ”

Natasha next to her was slightly stunned, and then responded.

Under normal circumstances, Barbara, as the commander of the New York Center, at least like Nick Fury, would never be able to take action in person until the time of Aegis's life and death.

But is this normal right now?

Obviously not.

Half an hour later, on the apron on the top floor of the Aegis Center in New York, an Aegis Quint helicopter took off directly into the air and headed for New York's JFK International Airport.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents at the airport were already on standby, refueling the Quint fighters and preparing for takeoff, and fifteen minutes later, Barbara, dressed in a champion suit, took Galen, Katerina, and Daisy, who had just been on the job for less than twelve hours, to board the ready Quint battle.

Not much.

The Kunzi fighter jets cut directly into the queue, and then, soared into the sky.

Two hours later.

Mr. Anthony Lockheed's bodyguard looked at his watch, frowned, and then got up and walked over to Mr. Anthony Lockheed and whispered.

Just now, the plane has overtaken Svalbard Airport.

Anthony Lockheed raised his eyebrows, waved off the bodyguards, and then looked directly at Destro James, who came out of the cockpit not long ago and chatted with them again: "Mr. James, we seem to have flown over our destination." ”

Mr. Oscar Morgan next to him also waved off the bodyguard who had just reported the news to him.

As for Baker's bodyguard?

I'm sorry, Baker only has a secretary, and the secretary, Ms. Camille, is taking a short video of the Northern Lights in the middle of the night, ready to collect it and send it to the tubing.

Ms. Camille is a grandmother with nearly 100,000 followers on YouTube.

Destro James said with a smile on his face: "Of course, our destination is never the airport, please put it down, the Arctic sub-ice base has built a secret runway that belongs exclusively to James Arms Industries." ”

Lockheed looked at Baker, as if to ask for Baker's opinion.

Baker nodded expressionlessly.

After a while.

Baker took out his phone from his arms, edited a text message, and chose to send it directly.

Ding dong!

Camille, who was filming on her phone, looked at the text message that popped up in her hand, raised her eyebrows, and looked back at Baker.

Baker's lips twitched: "Do it!" ”

Camille nodded quietly, got up, and walked towards the conference hall of the private jet, not only to deal with things, but also to Lockheed and Morgan's young secretaries.

Baker's text message to Camille was short.

Just one word.

Hurry up and find a pick-up man to take over the shares of James Arms Industries!

Soon.

The plane began to descend in altitude.

Fifteen minutes later.

The plane landed and began to taxi, and when the taxiing was over, the plane had already docked steadily in a very open cave.

Poof.

Outside, two heavily armed soldiers dressed like Radiant soldiers helped open the hatch that had frozen as they landed.

"It's cold."

“……”

Baker glanced at Camille, the secretary who was walking down behind him, smiled, and took off the black coat that was wearing over his suit and draped it over Camille's body.

Camille whispered, "Boss, it's done." ”

Baker hummed quietly.

Behind.

Lockheed and Morgan, two middle-aged people, are also adding clothes to their bodies.

Destro James's secretary, the so-called Baroness Anna Sienna, took the prepared winter suit from a soldier and handed it to Baker.

Baker glanced at it.

Camille, who was wearing a Baker coat, took it directly: "Give it to me, my boss doesn't like to take things from strange women." ”

Anna Sienna: "......"

Again, that's the same sentence.

Baker is not interested in ruling this little wrecking ball, and Baker may be interested in changing races, but Earth, don't make trouble, ruling this group of unfamiliar white-eyed wolves is more harmful than beneficial to him.

So......

Baker was not interested in getting involved in James's, not to mention, it was all James' own wishful thinking.

And also the wishful thinking of a tool man.

When he took the plane to the North Pole, Baker thought that timely stop loss is king, although in the last year, James Arms' dividends accounted for 30% of the financial reports of Heavenly Investment, but the equity of a company that can make money is the most valuable, and the equity of a company that cannot make money is not as good as a piece of papyrus.

The equity of James Arms Industry is still red, but in a few days, it is estimated that it will be directly worthless.

Baker just gave Camille the task of this, and now he quickly sold the equity of James Arms Industry, and now the arms industry is really booming and no one is worried about taking over.

In fact, just after Baker gave the task, the secretary Camille had already found a pick-up man.

Baker didn't ask which pick-up man had the honor to take over.

Not necessarily.

Every company has its own soul.

Stark Industries has Tony Stark.

Osborne Bio has Norman Osborne.

James Arms Industries has Destro James.

If Tony Stark is GG, then the market value of Stark Industries will be like the Philippine Soul Diving Team, which will directly set off a tsunami, and then leak like a bet.

The same is true of the James Arms Industry.

Baker doesn't plan to control any company, or that sentence, he likes to make money easily and lying down, since he has no intention of taking over, then, while the current market is okay, it is the best choice to sell and cash out.

Destro James, who followed him, was complacent.

Although he originally planned to enjoy it alone, after being mentioned by his chief scientific officer, he understood that one person could not eat the whole cake.

Therefore, it is necessary to pull people to form an alliance and share the cake.

Pulling people is naturally to pull the strongest.

Not many people know Baker Morton's information, and James didn't know it at first, but James Arms Industry has a special relationship with Paris, and Paris belongs to a member of the Security Council, so there is no doubt that James naturally knows Baker Morton.

And then.

Destrod James personally visited Lockheed and Morgan, and got some more in the stake in Heavenly Investment, which has real Baker's name, and that email to corroborate.

One God.

What does it matter if a god on earth does things for such a god, even if he is second in the district?

So......

Conquer the world and set sail from here!

Thundered!

After a sign and movement on the cave wall that seemed to be melting ice and snow, an elevator hidden in the ice and snow layer of the cave appeared in front of everyone.

"Three, please!"

As the host, Destro James smiled at the unfolding frozen elevator and invited the three big men in front of him.

……