"Who are you?"

"Nick Fury, I'm here to talk to you about the Avengers."

"Sounds like a boy group, are you sure you're inviting me?"

"It's just a suggestion."

"Well, I refuse."

"Expected."

"How about being our advisor to S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. Advisor, that sounds good. I agree. Tony said, touching his chin.

"I want to ask you, who are the people who are fighting with you?"

"I don't know, if I knew who she was, I would have asked her and coffee to go, where would I have time to accompany you."

Nick Fury nodded, "In that case, I won't bother you."

"Wait, how did you get in?"

"Special departments, naturally have special methods." Nick Fury turned and walked to the door. A black SUV was waiting for him outside the door.

"Jarvis, bring the footage out, I'm going to see who sent this." Tony watched Nick Fury get into the car and quickly told Jarvis to bring up the footage, and he was now desperate to find out who had sent it.

"It's her." Tony looks at the bright fuchsia dress in the video. "Jarvis, I'm going to look at her front."

"Yes, sir."

The video shifted from side to front, and Tony found it strange that he couldn't see the woman's face clearly, no matter what angle it was.

"Jarvis, what's going on with her face?"

"Based on the data from the previous time, the camera has been working normally, and her face is not blurred probably because of the magic she said."

"What about the video you shot before? I'm not here to see it, but don't let Pepper know. “

"Faces are still unrecognizable."

"What about the voice? I think I'd love to hear her voice. ”

"I'm comparing all the women you've come into contact with, sir, for eighty-eight hours."

"Okay, let me know when you get the result."

"Yes, sir."

Tony suddenly remembered that he hadn't looked at the scroll just now, and now there was no one around. Tony hurriedly found the scroll, this time covered in beautiful letters.

"Hello Mr. Tony Stark. Your potential is enormous, and I have observed that your body does not look very healthy, and if you trust a friend who is fighting side by side, please burn this letter in a moment, and find medicine to cure you in the ashes. I believe that you are a righteous and glorious warrior, a noble hero, and I hope that you will fight side by side with me against the creatures of darkness, where the power of one person is always small, and unity is great. This bar is good, I am waiting to taste it with you.

"Jarvis."

"Yes, sir."

"Scan this letter."

"There is nothing unusual about this letter, sir."

"Take it to the test bench and burn it, and tell me what happens."

"Yes, sir."

"By the way, back up this letter."

"Yes, sir."

"This bar is marked on a map for me to check out when we have time."

"Sir, this bar doesn't appear on any map of New York City, and if you're going, I want you to be armoured."

"Got it."

"Sir." Jarvis's voice was tinged with surprise.

"What's wrong?"

"After burning the envelope, a vial of potion appeared in the envelope."

"Bring it to me and I'll take a look."

The robotic arm brings the potion to Tony. "It's beautiful." Tony looked at the rosy red potion, trying to take it down and take a closer look. "Store it away and ask her when we get to New York."

"Alright, Jarvis, order some pizza for me, I'm going to upgrade my Warframe."

S.H.I.E.L.D., an aerospace aircraft carrier.

Maria Hill walked briskly in front of Nick Fury, "This is the eighth incident in a short period of time. The technique was clean and clean, all of them were killed with a single knife, and we have examined it, and the similarity of the wounds is as high as 90%. Her voice was so solemn that people frowned unconsciously.

"It seems that this is a planned and organized operation, any clues?" Nick Fury looked at the stars in the sky and asked without replying.

"Yes, we retrieved information about all the deceased, and found that most of them worked for Jin, acting as his thugs, his treasury guards, the head of the nightclub security, and the merchants selling contraband."

"That's all?"

"Yes, that's all."

"In the information we have, how many people in New York are now managers of Jinji Properties?"

"All the industries combined, it's eighty-six."

"The previous eight deceased people are the coordinates, link their coordinates, and see how many managers there are."

Maria Hill underlined the PDA, "Sir, there are four more. ”

"Send out a response team, closely monitor, deploy surveillance drones around the perimeter, and notify the bridge to let them pay attention to this area."

"Yes."

Gunter Gars, one of King's managers in charge of several bars in Brooklyn, had just returned home today and was planning to relax and make a phone call and call a few call girls to relax.

"It's been a busy day today, and I'm going to have a good time." Gaunt Garth pulled a can of beer out of the fridge, lifted the tab, and drank the entire can in one gulp.

"The target has returned home and we are watching."

"Keep it up, keep an eye on the surroundings, we don't need to arrest this time." Maria Hill's calm voice came from the headphones.

"Yes."

About twenty minutes after Gaunt's call, a car pulled up in front of his house, and all three women except the driver got out of the car.

"According to the information we just intercepted, this should be the recruitment girl he called for, and judging by their appearance, they should have no training." An observer judged.

"Turn on the thermal imaging and let the drone get closer. I feel like something is going to happen. The team leader said. He felt a little chill, and the last time he had a chill, he had seen a bullseye from a distance.

"Yes."

The doorbell rang, and Gaunt Gars opened the door, his eyes lit up, "Please come in, ladies." He smiled brightly.

The doors of the house were shut, and soon several people were seen rolling in a ball from the thermal images, and various blood-pumping sounds appeared in their headphones. However, the members of the reaction team have all been surprised and turned a blind eye, and everyone has done their part without being affected in the slightest.

After a while, the people in the thermal imaging stopped moving. The squad leader felt a chill down his spine. "Is the drone still working?" There was a panic in his heart.

"Still working."

Gonte Garth was now a little depleted, and he leaned back on the bed, took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, lit a beautiful one, and took a puff. He looked at the beauties on the bed proudly, "I'm still like that."

Suddenly, the lights of the entire house went out, and the beauties in the bed screamed in horror. "Don't scream, I guess it's a minor problem."

"Sir, our drones are destroyed!"

"Is the other surveillance equipment still working?"

The agent hurriedly began to check, and after a few seconds, he happily said, "There is nothing wrong with the rest of the instruments." ”

The lights of the house were restored again, and a few more people appeared in Gunt Garth's room.

"Sir, there's a situation!"

"Our task is to monitor. Is data upload working? ”

"It's working."

Gaunt's eyes adjusted to the brightened house, but the sight sent him chills from head to toe. He pulled out the pistol from the bedside table as fast as he could in his life, and as soon as his finger touched the trigger, he felt a pain in his arm, and in an instant the pistol was thrown onto the bed, but he couldn't pick it up again.

"My hands!" His hand was hit directly by a dart, instantly staining the sheets red.

His wailing was loud, but it didn't attract anyone's attention, and the women in the bed were knocked unconscious, and the neighbors were put to sleep by the secret medicine that had been placed in advance.

"Gaunt Garth?" A man in a dark blue ninja suit asked him.

He nodded, covering his wound with his hand and biting his lip tightly, knowing that he was still alive and worthwhile, and that if he did something unpleasant to them, he would surely die.

"I ask you, do you know where the 'bullseye' is?"

"I know, I know." Gaunt's head nodded quickly, not daring to hesitate for a moment.

"Where is he. Speak. ”

"He was at the darts bar before, and he was there until I left."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!" His voice was sharp and panicked, and he was afraid to be dismissed as a lie.

"It looks like you're not lying."

Gaunt Garth breathed a sigh of relief.

"Remember our name, our name is 'Blazing Hands.'" He slowly drew the long knife behind his back.

"I've said everything, let me go! Leave me alone! ”

"Gaunt, how many of your bar patrons have become addicted to drugs because of you, how many have been bought into brothels, how many have their organs removed after they have sobered up, you must die!"

"This is all BOOS's order, it's Jinhe's order!" His eyes were red, and the arteries in his entire neck were bulging, one by one, clearly visible. He's desperately trying to justify it.

"What's the matter? Sooner or later, his beating heart, which still exudes sin, will be plucked out alive and burned in our blazing hands! The flash of the knife flashed, and a line of blood slowly appeared on Gaunt's neck.

"Sir, they're leaving."

"We're retreating too."

Nick Fury read the report of the whole incident, "The whole 'Blazing Hands' seems to be an organization, these people act and dress like ninjas, and judging by their conversations, they may belong to an extreme justice organization." "Fury's brow furrowed, and the Blazing Hand behavior reminded him of Frank, Frank Cassel, the man who made it his creed that if you are guilty, you deserve to die.

"Can you try to get in touch?" Fury drank the cold coffee on the table, and then looked at the Blazing Ninja's dress, "This person is different from the people behind him in terms of equipment and outfit, it seems that they are well-organized, and it seems that they should be called 'Shield Strike' and ready to go." ”

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