"That's it...."

Grant Ward nodded, and then asked, "So can you describe what you did in the motel?" Can anyone prove where you are? ”

Li Ang frowned and thought for a while before he said, "Uh.... I remember when I went back, the owner of the motel happened to be at the counter watching a reality show about decoration, and I talked to him for a while, and he should be able to prove it. I went back to my room and mopped the floor, then I hid under the covers and started watching the CBS talk show, knowing that Domingo, it was Christina's father who called me, and I took a taxi out of the house. ”

While Leon was narrating, Grant kept writing something on the paper form, and from time to time he glanced at the other party from the corner of his eye, "Hmm..... The tax records here show that you recently bought a suburban Williams estate and the money you used to buy the property was won from the casino? ”

"yes, maybe I'm lucky." Leon smiled brightly and said, "Is there any problem?" ”

Grant waved his hand, sighed and said, "It's no problem, I'm just curious about your God-favored gambling luck, not everyone can win millions in the casino, a hard-working class like me..."

Seeing that his subordinates' thinking was off, Phil Gerson coughed, took over the conversation and asked, "By the way, Mr. Leon, since you have won so much money, why do you still stay here and do volunteer work, don't you go to other Mi land to take refuge like other rich people in Gotham City?" ”

Li Ang hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the blue and white volunteer uniform he was wearing and said: "Well, I like this feeling of helping others, and to be honest, if a high school student has worked in a non-profit public welfare organization in the United States, and writes it in his resume, it is easier to be admitted to the Ivy League when he graduates from high school." ”

Grant looked at the other party's obvious appearance as a teenager, and said rather speechlessly, "Okay, I really can't understand the way you rich people think. ”

Leon asked curiously and apprehensively, "Well, can I ask you what you came to Gotham for?" It's not going to be here to help the disaster, is it? ”

"Of course not, we and the disaster relief team are all part of the federal government, and we are doing our part and doing our part." Phil Coulson closed the watch in his hand and said, "You should also be aware of the recent uproar about the murder of the Sapa family, and we suspect that your friend Christina is involved, and verifying the people around her is also part of the investigation process." ”

"Impossible!" Leon frowned and said, "Aren't Christina and her friends all victims?" Why is there a suspicion? ”

Phil Coulson waved his hand to calm Leon for a while, "The murderer who killed all the adult males of the Sapa family just let Christina and them go, according to the regulations, the investigation process of this major incident with extremely bad social impact is also extremely cumbersome and lengthy, if she really has nothing to do with this matter, we will not wronged her." ”

Leon wanted to say something more, but Phil Coulson was impatient and just said, "Thank you very much for your support of our investigation, and if you have any other questions, we will call you again." ”

He nodded politely and motioned for Grant to leave together, and when the two of them walked to the door of the Hall of Opportunity, Grant suddenly turned back and shook Leon's hand warmly,

"I'm just here to get a millionaire gambling luck, and the next time I go to the casino, I hope to be favored by Lady Luck." Grant Ward said with a smile: "By the way, the name of our Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency is a bit long, if you connect the first letters of the English name, it will be referred to as S.H.H.I.E.L.D."

Leon glanced at Grant's departing back, glanced at his lips indifferently, turned around and returned to his volunteer work.

At this time, Phil and Grant, who had already left public school, went to the lunch bar across the street, because of the hurricane, fresh ingredients could not be delivered in time, and the lunch bar could only provide very simple meals such as vegetarian sandwiches and fried cod sticks.

Phil ordered a bottle of mineral water, carefully cut the vegetarian sandwich with a knife, smeared mustard basil sauce on the corners, and asked without looking up, "What do you think?" The young Chinese millionaire just now. ”

"I have good senses for him, young, energetic and helpful." Grant shrugged his shoulders, struggled to chew on the cold french fries with the help of mineral water, and said with a bulging mouth, "What? Do you doubt him? I took advantage of the handshake to check the muscle texture, he was just a weak ordinary high symbiotic, and the alibi was quite plausible. ”

"Just makes too much sense, doesn't it?" Phil said lukewarmly, "It's as if he knew someone was going to come and investigate." ”

"You're just too suspicious, boss, look like a bad guy." Grant said helplessly: "The top priority now is to find out that the superpowered criminal is the real murderer who slaughtered the Sapa family, mutants?" The rebellious mechanical life that ran out of the institute? Killer? ”

Phil stirred the sandwich on his plate with uncertain eyes, and said in a deep voice: "The traces at the scene and the post-mortem report show that the murderer used the common Glock pistol, sharp saber and one-handed axe, which is extremely clean, sharp, cold and efficient. There are no more than a hundred of them in the entire Federation, and one-third of them are on S.H.I.E.L.D. watch lists, and one-third are in federal special prisons. ”

“..... The remaining third," Grant said in a low and hoarse voice, "all in Hydra." ”

When Grant uttered three words, the clanging spoons in the luncheon were no longer so pleasant, and the dull, moist air froze a little.

Hydra, or Hydra, a behemoth rising from the ruins of the Nazi Empire, has been lurking in human society for nearly 70 years, stirring up international conflicts, murdering the leaders of small countries, triggering regional disputes and wars, licking blood through chaos, and has been hiding in the shadows to accumulate strength, waiting for the day when the day will come again.

According to the inside information of S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra has been recruiting troops in recent years, and the number of super-powered criminals it has gathered is unknown, and the Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, which is the U.S. Aegis, has to carry the banner of resisting Hydra.

"I don't know if Hydra was involved behind this tragedy, and whether Gotham City's superhero, Batman, is alive or dead..."

Phil Coulson let out a long sigh and pushed aside the thoroughly ruined sandwich on his plate, rubbing his aching brow.