"Chen, it's me." Stark was on the other end of the line, and his voice sounded a little weak.

"Are you awake? I thought you'd have to sleep two more days. After confirming that he woke up, Chen Hao was relieved.

"I'm going to open and close my eyes, I'm afraid my building will blow up." Stark didn't change his playful nature, laughed at himself, and immediately asked, "I heard Peppard say that you are investigating, how is the investigation?" ”

"It's hard to say." Chen Hao paused: "There is a lot of suspicion, and it can't be completely confirmed." ”

"It's the damn guy! Jarvis? Stark slapped his head, and then remembered that Jarvis was hacked in the barbecue restaurant, and he hasn't recovered yet: "Chen, tell me, who is it?" ”

"Fisker & Company." Chen Hao pondered the words: "According to the intelligence, they have done a lot of illegal business in private under the banner of Stark Industries this year, even if they are not the real culprits of this attack on the members of the Avengers, they have to be eliminated." ”

There was silence on the other end of the line, and it took a while for Stark's voice to come, "I see." ”

When Chen Hao's villa was attacked, he wanted to come to the door to clear Fisker Company.

Stark has a business eye and feels that acquisitions can maximize benefits.

Unexpectedly, it was a stone to shoot himself in the foot.

Over the past year, Stark has been obsessed with studying the Mark series of mechas, and Miss Peppard is in charge of the company's affairs.

The Fisker guy is so hateful that he has been deceived for so long.

That's been more than a year.

Without detailed data, Stark could roughly guess how many shady things these guys were doing behind their backs.

"I'll take care of something first, and we'll talk back."

Hanging up the phone, Chen Hao took a taxi back to the Dmet Hotel.

"Slipped?" Seeing Chen Hao returning empty-handed, Ivan asked, holding a toothpick and a lollipop.

Chen Hao nodded: "It's too late, a hacker named Marshall Joyce died, and the others ran away, and the number is unknown." ”

"I don't know." Ivan shook his head, unfamiliar with the names of these emerging hackers.

He turned around and clicked on the keyboard, and a set of street surveillance footage appeared on the screen.

Chen Hao's eyes stayed on his face for a few breaths, and asked, "You hacked into government surveillance?" ”

"Hmm." Ivan's answer was bland, as if it were something that could not be more commonplace.

Staring at the constantly flashing surveillance images on the screen, Chen Hao's mood was a little complicated.

Fortunately, Ivan is not a villain, if he cooperates with Fisk, will the other party still have the possibility of exposing the plan?

It's a headache to think about.

The future is the era of the Internet.

As long as there are enough resources, Ivan's potential is huge.

With this superb hacking technology, not only is the intelligence ability outstanding, but it is estimated that it will not be a problem to paralyze the opponent's intelligence network.

As for himself, it seems that he has no special skills except for his abilities.

There is a way that is close to Zhu is red and close to ink is black, dealing with a group of doctoral students all day long, Chen Hao is not too embarrassed to continue to be lazy, and he plays games every day.

While thinking, Ivan pointed to the computer screen and motioned for Chen Hao to pay attention.

Coming out of the Stark weapons production workshop, no matter which direction you go, you will pass through five main intersections and two trails.

Two trails go left and right, a total of four intersections, a total of nine intersections, the monitoring screen is displayed in the form of a nine-square grid on the screen,

From the departure from the Dread Hotel to the arrival of the production workshop, a total of 32 minutes.

In this half hour, the monitoring of nine intersections was repeatedly checked, and the workload was not large.

"Stop."

The surveillance footage zooms in to show a huge man sitting in a sedan and appearing at the intersection where the trail extends.

His big size is too eye-catching.

The former boss of Fisker & Co., Kim and.

It may not be accurate to say that the former boss is the boss behind the scenes, after Stark Industries acquired Fisker Company, Kim should have become the boss behind the scenes.

After carefully checking the surveillance to confirm that there are no other suspicious persons.

Fisker is basically confirmed, and it is the mysterious organization that plans these activities.

"Hey." Chen Hao dialed Stark's phone and told him the truth: "The murderer has been found." ”

Angry, Stark ignored his initial recovery, and after repairing Jarvis, he began to find the location of Kim.

Ivan's side, through the street surveillance near the production workshop, groped all the way, and finally confirmed the whereabouts of Jin He.

Edifice.

It's Brooklyn, where the Jellico missile was launched.

Stark, who was notified, quickly flew over.

At the end of the day, Fisker is still owned by Stark Industries.

If Chen Hao solved the gold alone, it would not be very kind.

Inside the building, there were many people armed with firearms and came forward to stop them.

However, in front of Chen Hao and Mark Seven, these rebellions are meaningless.

Almost with the momentum of destroying decay, the two fought all the way to the top of the building.

More and more people are blocking it, and the gunfire is getting denser and denser.

The two looked at each other and moved forward.

Boom.

In the screams of several minions, the delicately textured wooden door was violently kicked open.

Jin He stood in the office, carrying a hand-held bazooka in his hand, and when Chen Hao and Stark entered, they directly bombarded him.

Chen Hao absorbed kinetic energy and heat energy, and the rocket, which instantly lost all energy supply, fell directly to the ground.

Stark raised his hand and shot a cannon through Jin He's shoulder, popping out his mask and persuading, "Surrender!" ”

"Dreaming!" Kim abandoned the bazooka and roared, his arms crossed his chest like a truck rushing towards the two of them.

He was a huge man, full of strong muscles, and his strength was far more than that of a man.

It's a pity that one melee meets two long-range shooters, and both are beaten into a sieve before they can get close.

Stark lifted the bullet holes all over his body, and the blood was dripping, and mocked: "Muscle men should learn from Captain America, stay at home every day, and watch TV." ”

Chen Hao smiled and teased: "You old Captain Rogers, don't you like him?" ”

Before the fart word behind "put ......" was spoken, Stark swallowed it and changed his words: "Don't worry, it's enough for me to have Peppard alone." ”

Blasting open the glass with a small missile in the shoulder, Stark lifted the badly wounded Kim and prepared to leave.

"Stark." Chen Hao stopped him: "Do you think that this operation is too simple, and you haven't used much force to end the battle." ”

"Don't think about it, Chen. Compared to those alien freaks, these people are simply vulnerable. Stark flew outside the building, holding Jin Ji in his left hand, and waved at Chen Hao with his right hand: "Wait until I'm done with Fisk's review, let's have a meal together, remember to call Ethan, he saved me again." ”

"Okay." Seeing Stark fly away, Chen Hao jumped out of the broken window and left the building.

That night, Stark personally visited the door and made a large-scale 'visit' to Fisker employees in New York.

Those who are unwilling to surrender to the censorship, or who resist, will be cleaned up.

With the support of Jarvis's big data, it only took one night for Fisk's underground organization, which had been painstakingly running for a year, to suffer a devastating blow.

……

Building, five floors below.

In the monitoring room sat a bald man with a cane in both hands.

At his feet, two men dressed as security guards collapsed in pools of blood.

The man stared at the footage of Kim being taken away by Stark in the surveillance and stood up silently.

There were no lights on in the room, and the white light of the surveillance screen reflected a tall shadow.

The man came to the door, his steps heavy.

After a pause, he looked back at the floor, where a poster with bloody footprints was lying on it, with a classic line written in bold lettering.

“I ill come back。” (I'll be back)