The sour smell lingering in his nose was blown away by the wind, and the cold slapped on his face, which made Chen Hao feel a lot more energetic.

The clue of the boss of the express company is completely broken.

There is no point in continuing to track it down.

Although the target died this time, it was not all for nothing today.

At least for the dark web under the iceberg, Chen Hao has captured the details and preliminarily drafted a plan.

The appearance of the punisher was an accident and a wake-up call for him.

Frank is a double-edged sword that is not at the mercy of others.

If used correctly, you can uproot the mysterious organization. If you don't use it well, it's likely to cause a commotion.

Leaving the suburbs, Chen Hao dialed Coulson's phone.

"How's it going?" Coulson was very concerned about it.

"When I went, the people were dead, and there were other people who were tracking down the organization." After thinking about it again, Chen Hao didn't reveal the news of the dark web and Frank to him: "I'm afraid I have to trouble you, Coulson, where does the courier in the mailbox photo live?" ”

"Chen, this is not quite in accordance with the rules."

"Come on, there are two if there is one, and it seems that S.H.I.E.L.D. is so clean." Chen Hao pointed to something and continued: "This is the last clue, either you check it and tell me quickly, or wait for him to be found and killed by others, and the clues will be all broken." ”

"Okay, I'll help you again, wait for my news."

"Okay."

I hung up the phone and stood in the cold wind for nearly half an hour, finally waiting for Coulson's call.

The courier's address is also on the outskirts of Brooklyn, not far from the factory in the development zone.

Through navigation, Chen Hao soon came to the other party's home.

Unlike the densely populated neighborhoods of the East, the suburbs of Brooklyn are sparsely populated.

The houses are far apart from each other, so you don't have to worry about being discovered.

The crooked mailbox looked like someone had kicked it hard, and there was a slight glimmer in the room on the third floor.

Putting on a mask and using the kinetic energy stored by running, Chen Hao jumped up and climbed steadily to the outside of the third floor.

There was a cacophony of televisions in the room, and in addition to that, there was the click of water dripping on wooden boards.

Chen Hao leaned in front of the window, and suddenly smelled a fishy smell coming from the house, and his face changed.

He covered his skin with layers of thin layers of ice to avoid fingerprints and climbed through the window.

The courier I saw in the Stark Building in the afternoon was covering his lower body at the moment, lying in a pool of blood on the stairs, unable to move.

Chen Hao reached out and sniffed without touching the blood.

It's out of gas.

Next to his corpse, there was a small paper cup from a water dispenser.

The paper cup is stained red with blood, and a mushroom-shaped object is placed inside.

Chen Hao's eyes narrowed, and his expression was strange.

Chop dick, it's really ruthless.

The light of the black-and-white television sets flickered on the gray walls.

The scene of the murder should not be stayed for a long time.

Chen Hao seized the time to look around, and finally landed on an old-fashioned laptop.

If you don't have a lock screen, you can open it and you can see a chat history.

The last message was 12 minutes ago.

Chen Hao glanced back at the corpse in the corridor and quickly skimmed through the chat history.

The logo of the Iceberg Forum

Different from the dim undertones of the forum.

The nickname of the person communicating is CV4, and the information is completely anonymous.

The two sides agreed to meet tomorrow night at 8 p.m. in Washington Park.

The assailant walked in a hurry and did not destroy the laptop, leaving a key clue.

Perhaps it can be assumed that he left it on purpose?

It is indeed much faster to get the information from the factory and come back than to get the notice to come again.

Just chop ......

Chen Hao sighed and stopped looking at the stairs.

When I think of that guy's hatred for shooting and detonating explosives, maybe he can really do it in order to extract a confession.

took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the chat history, Chen Hao used kinetic energy to tear the laptop into two ****** of exposed circuit boards, which were soaked in ice water and crushed into pieces, which could not be rescued at all.

Pulling open the window, Chen Hao climbed through the window and fell to the ground.

He couldn't control the corpse on the stairs, and he couldn't care about it.

As soon as I stepped on the thick wooden plank on the first floor, the sound of a firing pin falling off suddenly sounded.

The sudden surge of heat was like a giant axe in the face.

A stumbling Chen Hao, who had absorbed kinetic energy, accelerated forward, and distanced himself from the burning wooden building.

Rao is in a good state of mind, and in the face of Frank's 'parting gift', he can't help but get angry.

"Grass!"

……

The next day, night, seven fifty.

It's winter and it's cold.

Aside from the hurried passers-by, there aren't many people lingering in Washington Park.

As the largest green park in Lower Manhattan, the tall trees act as a barrier.

While isolating the view from above, it also blocks the way for ambush snipers.

Chen Hao changed his dress and wrapped himself tightly in some bloated clothes.

It's not that he's afraid of the cold.

In public places like parks, there are surveillance near street entrances, and if you really do it, I'm afraid it's a little unreasonable.

Sitting on the bench, Chen Hao did not find Frank.

But this guy must be nearby.

To the northeast of the park, an old RV is parked.

Frank, dressed in a black rubber leather suit, is sitting in the compartment debugging weapons.

On the west side of the park, a man in a brown coat sits on a bench on the outskirts of the park, half of which is blocked by a vendor's food truck.

Across the street from the park, there were quite a few stout men roaming.

If something goes wrong, they can rush to the park as soon as possible.

Three directions, three forces.

No one showed up.

It's a game full of traps, a psychological game.

It is still unknown whether the people of the mysterious organization will show up.

Frank knows that meeting is a trap, but he comes anyway.

Only by stepping into the opponent's trap can you have a chance to catch a few high-level and pry out more clues.

Chen Hao doesn't care if it's a trap or not, he just comes to see the excitement.

If both sides lose, it's time for him to come in.

Three directions, three forces.

are waiting.

As the minutes passed, the shops along the street closed one after another, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street.

Those strong men who were hanging out also found coffee shops or bars to hide for a while.

The clock pointed to ten o'clock, and for two full hours, no one showed up.

There are no pedestrians around the fountain in the middle of Washington Park.

The phone rings.

On a bench on the west side of the park, a man in a brown coat picked up the phone.

"Is it solved?" It's a dull sound.

"Not yet, Boss." The man paused, and uttered his guess: "He might still be nearby." ”

"Withdraw first." The dull voice carried an unmistakable momentum: "The scouting gang of junk is lost, and it can be roughly confirmed that Stark is in a hospital in Brooklyn." Find him, and I have a great gift to offer. ”

In a building in New York, a man with a cane looks at a large object on the table.

On the light gray surface, there are several white fonts of 'Stark Industries'.

This is a weapon of mass destruction that Stark Industries has stopped dismantling.

Jericho missiles.