……

"Okay, well, that's it, come over when the work is over, okay, bye-bye".

Turning off his phone and retracting his pocket, Harry breathed a long sigh of relief, looked up at the white clouds floating in the sky, and said nothing.

I had a phone call with Susan just now, and I said some ordinary greetings, which were really tepid, even if he said a secret joke between men and women, Susan didn't react much, and her tone seemed to reveal her deep exhaustion. However, between the words, Harry still asked Susan's situation at this time, but she was making something for a certain department, and it was created by Mr. Fantastic Reed. Led by Richards, the Fantastic Four are all involved, and there is also a famous scientist involved. As for Harry's question about what was made, Susan bluntly said that it was classified, so he didn't ask any more, gave a shout, and ended the call.

What is it? Harry couldn't help but think in his heart, but he couldn't think of what it was, and for a moment he felt that he was a little confused even if he was half a prophet. It's just that Susan's situation is not very good, this is the only thing he can be sure, but Susan didn't say anything, and he couldn't help it.

He exhaled a long breath and pulled his gaze back.

With the clattering of heels on the ground, it was Felicia who stepped out of the elevator.

"Except for knowing that these people are from the Japanese Peace Society, there is no trace left," Felicia frowned with her arms curled, revealing her dissatisfaction.

And after hearing this, Harry's already calm mind became even more weird.

Who did Lao Tzu Tamad provoke!

……

Meanwhile.

In the midst of the Three-Wing Building, this anticlimactic attack also fell to Alexander. Pierce and Bullock. Rumlow's eyes.

Syllable!

With a flick of his palm, the black remote control fell directly to the ground, and turned into pieces and pieces with a snap.

Brock on the side. Rumlow, on the other hand, was still slightly open and glazed at what he had just seen, and only when he heard the sound did he retract his mind and look at his superior.

It was the attack on the Osborne Building that had just appeared on television. And the main messenger behind this scene is none other than Alexander, who is sitting here at this time. Pierce.

I saw the wrinkles on an old face trembling slightly, the sparse eyebrows were suddenly only twisted together, a pair of bright eyes unabashedly exuded a burst of coldness, the palms of the hands were clenched into fists and pressed against the knees, and the straight body seemed to rise and fall with the chest that was constantly panting, obviously secretly angry for the failed action he planned in the back.

"Alas!".

Finally, with a light sigh, Pierce was still helpless after all, reached out to loosen his tie, and leaned up. Lying directly on the sofa, closing his eyes and resting.

It was supposed to be a good show for him to sit in front of the TV, but he never expected that the insurance measures of Osborne Building would be so powerful, although he arranged a group of people to die, and the real intention was to send a misleading message to Harry, but he never expected this to be the case.

"Sir, do you want to send that guy?" Bullock. Rumlow rolled his eyes when he saw Pierce's appearance, and he suggested in a loud voice.

"No need. Alas! He can't be exposed until the plan is implemented, otherwise all our previous efforts will be in vain, and now he must be a ghost."

Alexander. Pierce naturally understands Bullock. Who is the person in Pierce's mouth, but for the sake of the big plan, he still can't be so reckless.

"Now that the task has been taken. Even if there are many difficulties, I believe that the hand and the meeting will be able to complete it, although this attack is really a bit anticlimactic, it is really untechnical. However, the Hand Peace Council is not an ordinary organization, otherwise it may be difficult for us Hydra to find out if we are looking for you again."

"I'm sure that the Hand Peace Club will definitely find another chance!"

……

And so it turned out to be Alexander. Pierce expected. That same night, the killers of Hand and Harmony went into action again.

In the evening, Harry and Felicia drove out of the city and into the suburbs, on their way back to the old Osborne house.

Although there is almost no place in the world that Harry's teleportation ability cannot reach, the reason why life is called life is because he has a process of enjoyment, just like going to that place Although it is purposeful, the scenery on the road is also worth seeing.

Harry has never realized that he is no longer living in the human world because of his own abilities, and perhaps because he does not belong to this world, he only shows up when his superhero career is sometimes boring. Stark is a lot like that, although Harry doesn't have Tony. Stark's minds, but they are all the same for life.

On the road.

Harry drove intently, his eyes glancing to the side. Felicia was sitting in the passenger seat, with long black silk legs, and she didn't know what she was doing on the computer, but she sometimes frowned, sometimes smiled and nodded, obviously seeing something interesting.

"Xiaofei, what are you looking at?"

Felicia's appearance aroused Harry's curiosity, there was nothing to hide between the two, let alone such a trivial matter.

"Ahh It's the organizational information of those people from before," Felicia replied with a tilted head.

"What?" Harry looked at Felicia in surprise.

Hand and will not be an ordinary organization, but Hydra is helpless what is an ordinary organization, not to mention that Hand and will is actually a secret killer organization, the world is very famous, but it is not at all ordinary people can know, even the former black cat really can't understand what she can't touch.

"How did you get this? I didn't know Osborne Industries had such an institution."

took over the computer, and the information on it made Harry stunned, it turned out that it was all about Hand and Society, some of which he knew, and some of which he didn't know, but the content was very detailed, and there was almost all the information of Hand and Club since its establishment, but this information would definitely not be available to Osborne Industries.

After all, each industry has its own business, and even if Osborne Industries has some energy, it is powerless to work in intelligence. In this case, the information in Felicia's hands naturally would not have been found by Osborne Industries.

"Of course it's not Osborne's" Felicia frowned and threw a roll of her eyes directly at Harry, leaving him a little confused.

"It was passed on to me by Miss Hill from S.H.I.E.L.D."

When Harry heard this, his palms immediately stiffened, and he grabbed the steering wheel tightly.

As she spoke, Felicia's gaze at Harry became a little strange, but this look was only fleeting, as smart as she was, but she knew in an instant that there were some things she didn't know.

That's why Harry was concentrating on driving. Otherwise, he would have understood that Felicia had apparently had some contact with Hill, and it seemed to be about him.

The more he drove in the direction of Osborne's old house, the fewer cars became, and Harry stepped directly on the low, and in a short time he arrived at the huge manor.

"Sir".

The sports car slowly stopped in front of the house, just like every time he came back, Old Al would come to pick him up in person, and at the same time he would smile kindly. Bow down and say hello.

Harry got out of the car with a white cardboard box between his arms, and he didn't know what was inside, but he didn't see any effort on his part. Old Al didn't go up to take it, but the contents seemed to be really heavy, and he actually arched two small bags deeply at the bottom, of course. Old Al obviously can't see such a situation. Walking around the other side of the car to open the door for Felicia, he nodded to Steward Al and commanded.

"Hmm. Butler Al, let the car drive into the garage, and Xiaofei and I are going to dine here tonight, and ask someone to prepare dinner."

"Yes, sir".

Old Al replied briefly, and then commanded a few people next to him.

Because of the death of the elder Osborne, and Harry did not come back often, the old Osborne mansion, which originally had a lot of servants, has been dismissed, leaving only enough people to take care of the manor. It's not that there is no money to pay the wages, in fact, everyone who works here is paid a cut above the white-collar workers, just because most of the servants hired in the past were dedicated to taking care of Norman. Osborne's, and now apparently these idlers are no longer needed, so he directly paid them some more as compensation, and dismissed most of them.

And because of this, there are not too many people in the old Osborne mansion to use, and even the chefs are only two, so it still takes some time for dinner to be prepared.

"Sir, you have to wait half an hour for dinner, you can go take a shower first," said Old Al as he walked into the living room, smiling at Harry.

Harry raised an eyebrow, glanced at Old Al, and then looked at Felicia, but saw that she didn't react at all.

"Well, let's rest for a while, I didn't sleep last night, and today is another busy day, I'm really tired, let's go back to the bedroom to rest first, and then send dinner directly upstairs."

"Yes, sir".

"Hmm".

Harry nodded in response, then walked with Felicia to the second floor.

"Harry, how is that hand and the meeting going to be solved, according to the information above, they will definitely come to assassinate" Felicia tilted her head, frowned slightly, looked at Harry with a little worry in her eyes, and asked.

"Don't worry, it's just a bunch of ordinary killers, so don't worry about them, ...... anyway, huh?" Harry chuckled, met Felicia's eyes, and began to talk about his intentions. Although the people of the Hand Peace Association did come to assassinate him, but there were a lot of things wrong behind this matter, he always felt that someone was doing something behind his back, so he still tended to figure things out, and he really didn't have any thoughts about these outlaws, but when he was about to say this, his eyes suddenly froze.

Stopped, turned his head, and his gaze slowly fell on the bedroom door.

It's quaint and quiet, but there's something strange about it.

PS: There's really not much time, after all, it's the New Year, but there will be a chapter. (To be continued.) )