As Hill's direct leader, Nick still has to be partial to outsiders, even if he is dissatisfied.

"I'm the acting director of S.H.I.E.L.D., if there's anything you want, you can tell me." Hill's statement was very official.

"That...... Is Loki's scepter still with you? Due to the change in the plot, Chen Hao was not sure whether the scepter was taken by Thor or in the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Neither Pepp, Ethan, nor Coulson were present at the time and could not provide specific information.

Natasha may be there, but Chen Hao's new phone doesn't have her contact information.

Hill quickly realized the seductive meaning of this and responded, "I thought the scepter was with you." ”

"Oh, that's right." Chen Hao's tone paused, and suddenly the conversation changed: "Is the insight plan advanced?" ”

Ciel's grim face froze on the spot, staring at the information on the screen about the Insight, and his fingers tapped on the table.

She was wondering how the plan that the Security Council had just adopted had been leaked.

Nick Fury certainly can't, he has a conflict with Iceman.

The other members of the Security Council are even less likely, they have nothing to do with the Iceman.

Who could that be?

Seeing that Hill didn't speak, Chen Hao coughed dryly: "It's okay if you don't want to say it, anyway, the insight plan is a pit, you should be careful yourself." ”

The Avengers were poisoned, and the subsequent attacks were carried out, and the Stark building was bombed.

Chen Hao searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and after thinking about it, he could only have a little bit to do with the insight plan.

Hill didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and remained silent.

Chen Hao smacked his lips, and saw that Hill and Nick were both old fritters, so he had to dispel the idea of listening: "Then let's do it first." ”

In contrast, Captain America's little fan brother Coulson is much easier to talk to.

After hanging up, he dialed Coulson again: "Do you know where Captain Rogers went?" ”

When I found out where Rogers was, I knew where Natasha's group were.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know where they are." Coulson was telling the truth, he really didn't know where the captain had gone.

Chen Hao thought about it, estimated that they went to Barton's house, but they couldn't find the place themselves, and sighed: "It's a pity." ”

Coulson asked, "What is a pity?" ”

"Coulson, the group that wanted to assassinate the captain and the other members of the Avengers, I found a little clue." Chen Hao deliberately put the word Rogers before the word Avengers.

According to Chen Hao's inference, it is definitely impossible to do it to the members of the Avengers alone.

Then it can be assumed that it is an organization that does it.

can hack Jarvis, so that no one in Stark's cybersecurity department can do it.

It shows that there is at least one or more skilled hackers in the organization.

Chen Hao intercepted a courier outside the Stark Building, and the other party did not know that there was a bomb inside.

Breaking down all the execution details into several parts and then handing them over to different people shows that there is a person in the organization who has a strong view of the overall situation and a strong layout.

With the technical means of hacking Jarvis, even if the task is posted on the Internet, it may be difficult to trace the specific IP address.

Of course, it is possible that the hacker and the person with a strong layout are the same person, but this probability is not large.

There is a way to specialize in the art industry, and the two conditions are compounded, and it should be a person with a head and a face in the Marvel world.

Chen Hao really couldn't think of who would be eligible at the same time, so he could only estimate that there were at least two people in this organization.

As soon as he heard that there was a clue, Coulson immediately became interested: "What clue?" ”

He is also pursuing the mysterious organization against Rogers and the members of the Avengers, but there is no progress.

"The people in this group are cunning and post bounty quests through an online forum called 'Iceberg'. The suspect in the Stark building bombing was a courier who picked up the mission and had no prior knowledge of the bomb. I'll email you his photo later, help me check his background, and let me know if I have any clues. ”

"Okay, that's fine." Coulson didn't hesitate to agree.

The mysterious organization's methods are quite clever, the owner of the barbecue restaurant is killed on the spot, and all ground surveillance near the store has been breached.

Even though S.H.I.E.L.D. arrived immediately after being notified by Barton, it was unable to obtain useful clues from the scene.

Subsequently, Rogers, Natasha, Barton and others encountered roadside bombs many times, and there were also no practical clues left.

"I'll send you the email right away, it's up to you if I can help the captain, Coulson. When the time comes, not to mention the card signature, it is no problem to take a group photo alone. ”

Chen Hao said reasonably, even if Coulson knew that he was being used, he didn't say much.

At least when it comes to helping Captain Rodgers, the two have the same interests.

According to the photos provided by Chen Hao, Coulson used the CIA's data database to match the files and began to analyze and investigate them one by one.

Through the identification information, a local New York courier company called 'Harrison Express' was traced.

After comparing the data, Coulson zeroed in on a suspect.

Harrison Chris.

The owner of this delivery company, Coulson, had met near the barbecue restaurant.

It's too coincidental, this Chris is quite suspicious, and I'm afraid it has a major connection with the mysterious organization.

After thinking about it for a long time, Coulson still sent the address of the courier company in New York to Chen Hao.

This mysterious organization is too sophisticated to hide all the credible clues after the attack, and maybe there is an eyeliner or a ney to help in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Far water can't save the near fire, and Coulson, who is far away in Chicago, can't hide that the organization secretly went to investigate.

It may be a good choice to hand it over to Chen Hao, who is in New York.

……

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Chen Hao, who got the address, took a taxi to the suburbs of Brooklyn.

It was dark tonight, and only two or three factories in the development were still lit.

The lights are far away, like a lighthouse across the sea.

In a remote location like this, and there is no economic zone to drive the location, the land price and rent are as low as the station street lady.

Putting on the mask of a disguised monster, Chen Hao quickly found the factory.

After all, today is to do some 'dirty work' that cannot be put on the table, and revealing your identity is likely to affect the follow-up press conference.

Chen Hao felt the need to disguise it, so he made it look like this.

Maybe it's a day of prayer, or maybe it's because this kind of small company doesn't have any courier delivery.

When he entered the factory, he didn't even see a single employee.

Quiet, deserted, with a hint of coolness in the dim light of the chandelier.

Raising his eyes to look at the faint light on the second floor, Chen Hao controlled the kinetic energy of his feet and did not make a sound.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound from the second floor.

Chen Hao followed the prestige, it was a person who was slammed into the glass.

Before he could reach the second floor, there was another crunch in the room.

With the sound of glass shattering, a man fell out of the second floor and fell heavily on the concrete floor, no longer moving.

Glancing down, Chen Hao's eyes under the mask narrowed.

The face up on the concrete floor was the target of his trip, Harrison Chris.

The assailant stood in front of the shattered glass window, staring at Chen Hao in the middle of the stairs.

The white skull pattern on his chest looked extremely terrifying in the dim light.

The whirring of the wind was like a whisper of death in his ears......