The search for NZT-48 was not smooth, Big Daddy and Daredevil ran away, and NZT-48, which Alex had hidden under the mailbox, was nowhere to be found, apparently taken in advance. At first, the two of them suspected www.biquge.info that it had been taken by the Russians, but then they denied it, because the thing that was glued to the bottom of the mailbox had been rudely ripped open, and there were small amounts of transparent pills scattered in the grass, and if it was really important to the Russians, they wouldn't treat it like that.

Mindy and Peter's branch in Ambrera found some unaccounted cash flows, but no other records.

Tony had found something, he had found the manufacturer of the NZT-48, a small pharmaceutical factory called Eben, but by the time S.H.I.E.L.D. agents went to the address of the small pharmaceutical factory, it was in ruins. The Faceless One used her keen sense of smell and some evil magic to track down the Blood Axe that had evacuated New York, but she cut off her trail on the highway and found only some bloody sand, which the Faceless One judged to be dead, and there was a lot of gunpowder on the ground, and there may have been a fierce shootout here.

In the end, the only clue that did not break was the connector of the Russian gang, Horn Ryder.

Now that many gangs have disappeared, it is much more troublesome to find someone. On weekdays, there are well-informed "information merchants" in speakeasies and in some of the regular dark alleys, who will give you the information you want - not necessarily correct, and you just need to buy them a drink.

But now, most of New York's black bars have been shut down, the alleys have been cleaned, and there are no more drunken "intelligence merchants" who live and die all day long, replaced by wandering homeless people.

There was no way, Dave and Chris had no choice but to use the old-fashioned method, first asking Cthun to brainwash Alex Alipov, and then asking the Russian to contact Horn Ryder to make an appointment for a time and place to meet.

It's seven o'clock on Saturday night at Met's Stadium, which is Superman's turf.

Horn Ryder was very cautious in his request, and he didn't plan to have a face-to-face handover with Alex, but instead asked Alex to put things under the seat of Row 5 in Row 12 in Section B.

On Saturday, Dave and Chris drove Alex to the Met.

It was exactly six o'clock when they arrived at the Met, and at half-past six, a baseball game would begin in the stadium.

Buy a ticket to enter the venue.

Alex, who had already obeyed Dave, secretly stuffed a bag of plastic fakes under the exact seat, and at the same time, Chris's stand-in changed from a piece of paper to a paper crane, quietly resting on top of the bag of fakes.

Everything is ready, and then, just wait!

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"Chris, is that the one? That sneaky guy, he has a big beard and looks like a Russian! "Sitting in Zone G, which is across from Zone B, Dave and Chris are watching that seat.

"It's not him, the bag hasn't been touched!"

"Is that him? The young man? The one with the hat? ”

"Not either!"

Until the end of the game, when it was time to end, the package hidden under the seat was still untouched.

"Is this strange? Isn't that connector going to take that bag of things? Or did they see through our fraud and know that it was a fake? Chris rubbed his chin a little puzzled as everyone started to leave the stadium and he and Dave had to leave the stadium in order to behave less weirdly.

"No way, they didn't know that Alex's hidden pills had been taken, so they couldn't have known that it was a fake, but that's not right, if he didn't take advantage of the current chaos to take things away, did he plan to wait for the end of the show?" After a pause, Dave thought of something and suddenly realized, "Ah, I see, he must be waiting for the end of the show!" When the time comes, just pretend to be a cleaning staff and you can take things away without attracting any attention. Chris, where is your stand-in? ”

"Of course, my stand-in is the ultra-long-range kind!" Chris smiled confidently, "I know what you mean, Dave, okay, let's go to the bar next door and wait for the rabbit!" He can't escape! ”

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.

Yes, Horn Ryder is indeed scheming and cunning, but he is facing two guys with superpowers, and all the schemes are meaningless under the stand-in.

Even if Horn wears a mask and a hat, wears cleaner's overalls, and changes clothes and transportation multiple times, as long as the bag of fakes is still in his hands, Dave and Chris can track down his location!

At 9:53 p.m., Horn Ryder stopped in front of an old apartment on the west side of the Met, and he safely brought NZT-48 back to their stronghold, and Dave and Chris to their hidden stronghold.

In a spacious room, lit by a dim lamp, three strong men played poker at a low table on one side, while the boss of the entire Eastern Russian gangster, Viktor, a lean man, reclined in a chair, resting his legs on the desk in front of him, holding a book in his arms, reading quietly.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door.

A strong man stopped playing cards, put his hand into his arms, looked out the door warily, and asked loudly.

"Who's out there?"

"Horn Ryder!" The voice of the man outside the door was familiar, but it was a little muffled and gasping for air.

"What time does the woodpecker come out of the nest?" The strong man shouted a code.

"Six o'clock sharp, the woodpecker comes out of the nest!" Horn matched the code.

The next moment, the strong man opened the door, and Horn squeezed in.

"You're back?" Victor looked up and said in a low voice.

"Yes, Victor Boss!"

"Got something?"

"Right here!" Horn took two steps and placed the paper bag on the table.

"Hmm!" Nodding in satisfaction, Victor shook his feet down.

But just as he was about to take a look, a sudden change occurred.

The paper bag on the table suddenly opened, turned into a piece of paper with a tearing sound, and slammed into Horn.

The paper covered Horn's mouth and nose, as if he had been pressed under tremendous pressure on Horn's face, outlining his facial features in detail.

The suffocating sensation brought panic as Horn tore the paper off his face with his hands, moaning but to no avail, his mouth and nose still gagged.

His performance briefly caught the attention of everyone in the room.

Almost at the same time, the sound of glass shattering sounded, followed by the sound of breaking the air.

Three shuriken spinning at high speed plunged into the heads of the three strong men.

They died because ......

Here comes the watchman.