Inside S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury took a deep breath, took out a black pager from the drawer, and after pressing it gently, his eyes were solemn, his expression was extremely serious, and he ordered: "The technical department now hacks into the Stark Industrial Building for me, copy out the video of today's vice president's office, and send it to me." ”

"Remember, don't leave a little tail. You're all the best hackers on the planet, don't let me down. ”

The top hackers in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s technical department were extremely efficient, and they managed to obtain the surveillance video of the Stark Industries building in just ten minutes.

Nick Fury looked at the video file that had been uploaded to his computer, lit his pipe, and took a sharp puff, he was going to watch the video tonight, and he had to analyze it frame by frame, analyzing every subtle facial expression.

There must not be a single potential threat left unchecked.

There must be no anything beyond S.H.I.E.L.D.'s control.

……

Late at night.

Inkram Avenue, Queens, New York.

Zhou Ran Villa.

Bedroom bed.

Zhou Ran has fallen asleep, and slept very sweetly, he has always slept very fast, as long as his body sticks to the bed, he will soon be able to fall asleep.

This is one of the skills he is most proud of, which allows him to have enough sleep, plenty of rest, full of spirit and strong physical strength during the day, so that he can be tireless and work hard.

However, although he had enough sleep time every day and had a good rest, at some times, he would inexplicably feel mentally tired, very empty, and his body was sore and weak, as if every cell in his body was crying out loudly to be tired.

He was afraid that he would be tired and tired, but after going for various physical examinations, he was very healthy and full of spirit, and in the end it could only be attributed to too much psychological pressure.

Natasha lay on the bed, listening to the sound of Zhou Ran's deep sleep, listening to the sound of even breathing.

She didn't feel sleepy at all, she was very excited and active, and she couldn't sleep.

The whole mind was Zhou Ran's incomparably crazy smile, and the question, "Miss Ellie, why are you asking such a strange question?" ”

She was now eager to get the results of that video from Director Nick to see if her idea was accurate.

She also wanted to know what kind of situation Zhou Ran was guessing about?

She also hoped that it was better not true.

After all, in a few days of close observation, this man did not do anything dangerous, and his words and his behavior were very positive, a very positive example.

Noble character, serious and careful, diligent and hard-working, this man's experience is very much in line with the American dream.

He was born as an orphan, was kind, studied hard, and relied on work-study to make up enough for his college tuition. After entering New York University, he maintained the first grade every year, and never fooled around, organized various clubs, won many awards, and went to the welfare home to take care of the elderly in his spare time. After graduating, he joined Stark Industries, worked hard, and became a director of Stark Industries for ten years, becoming Tony Stark's right-hand man.

It's not an exaggeration to call such a person a genius, but no one in Stark Industries calls Director Jake a genius, everyone can see Jake's efforts, and everyone can see Jake's suffering.

To describe Jake as a genius is to insult him, everything he has is obtained by one step at a time, through his own efforts.

This is a very inspirational archetypal character, simply the embodiment of the American dream.

Although the American Dream is just a big pie drawn by the government for the people out of thin air, after someone really makes it, it is not a big cake that cannot be eaten, it is a cake that can be eaten, and it is a completely good thing for the future development of the entire United States.

The American Dream is that if you work hard enough, you will succeed and you will fulfill your personal dreams.

In the United States, Jake leads the younger generation, and he is the idol of the vast majority of ordinary people.

But such a spiritual leader, an idol of worship, becomes a murderer, a vicious criminal, and everything he does is disguised, then it will cause a huge storm.

But if you let it go, let that clown spread his spirit and spread his ideas, then the United States will really have a shootout every day, and countless criminals will be born.

Or the kind of criminal who is not afraid of death and has the quality of a clown.

Either way, it's going to be a disaster.

What is going on, we still need to wait for news from the director, how to deal with it, and we also need to wait for the director's arrangement.

He'll be able to handle these things.

Still, I hope Jake isn't a clown.

In a state of confusion, Natasha fell asleep in a daze.

After Natasha falls asleep, after the sound of even breathing is heard, after falling into a deep sleep.

The corners of Zhou Ran's mouth slowly rose upward, revealing a very crazy smile, which spread to the root of his ears.

Inside the pitch-black spiritual space.

The clown reached out and snapped his fingers, and a light appeared and shone on him.

Today he wears a delicate black tuxedo with messy oil paint on his face and a black top hat on his head.

The clown showed a smile on his face, bowed deeply to the three audience members, and slowly walked to a piano with elegant steps and sat down.

He withdrew the smile on his face, straightened his tuxedo, loosened the red bow that was loosely tied around his neck, coughed twice, and said very seriously: "My dear friends, please listen to the piano music composed by the clown himself!" This is a piano piece that I have been meditating on for a long time, inspired by an oil painting "Harriquin's Carnival". ”

"It's a piece of music that's wonderful, it's destined to be remembered by history, and I've given it a very interesting name, "The White Doves of Hell."

"Ding!"

The clown closed his eyes, threw his hands up in the air, slammed them on the piano, and began to play.

"Ding, knock, ding...... Hahaha......"

As he played, the smile on the clown's face grew, his laughter grew more and more crazy, and his hands waved faster and faster, and afterimages appeared.

It's not a piano piece at all, it's like a scream in hell, it's a devil's cry, it's very harsh, it's very terrifying, it's hard to put into words, because it's a piece of music played by a madman, and he doesn't know what he's playing.

Offstage, Xiao Zizi, who was listening to the clown's performance, gently pushed his glasses, a trace of scarlet flashed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile, and muttered: "The white dove in hell?" Mr. Clown's metaphor is very vivid......"

Hannibal held the pitch-black stone, slowly closed his eyes, and began to dance to the rhythm of the music, as if he were fascinated.

"Ding......

"Bang!"

When the last note sounded, the piano was also blown by the clown with both hands.

The clown slowly stood up, took off his black top hat, bowed, and smiled, "Thank you, everyone listened." ”