New York, in the office of the sergeant of the Federal Police.

Sergeant Carl put down the phone, looked at the woman in front of him and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't reach Miss Ashley from the Seven." ”

"Maybe she's been delayed by something, I'll try again later."

The good-looking lady said, "But I've been waiting for days, Mr. Sheriff." ”

"Now, a superhero is missing."

"And I've been seeking police assistance 24 hours after his disappearance."

"But I didn't see you here until today."

"And you're going to make me go home and wait, maybe in the time I'm waiting, the Blue Eagle has already been killed!"

Sergeant Carl wiped his face and said, "First of all, superheroes don't die so easily. ”

"In addition, superheroes belong to the Tower of Seven and are under the control of Walter Company, so you should actually go directly to the Tower of Seven."

The woman said irritably, "Again." ”

"The local police department told me that only the police headquarters could handle the matter."

"Now, you're throwing the blame on the Tower of Seven again."

"I'll go to the Tower of Seven, will they tell me that you have to go to the police if you are missing."

"Ha, that's how you deal with the Nari?"

Sergeant Carl had a headache and said, "Okay, okay, I'll think of a way." ”

"Well, I'll call the Public Relations Department of the Tower of Seven, and they may be able to provide relevant assistance."

The sheriff picked up the phone again, and after a moment he rejoiced, "There's progress, ma'am." ”

"The public relations department said they would contact the Crime Analysis Division."

"Every superhero is registered with Vought Corporation, and they have trackers on them to facilitate location and rescue."

"I believe that soon, there will be news of Mr. Blue Eagle."

The woman nodded: "I hope so." ”

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Tower of Seven, 88 floors.

Edgar looked at the TV, and the Motherland said with a big smile.

"Yes."

"From this second."

"There was no rescue for the seven, no activity."

Edgar took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on.

Then there was a knock at the door, followed by a sweet voice: "Mr. Edgar, you have a guest." ”

"It's Mr. Davy, who made an appointment with you earlier."

Moments later, a man in a white lab coat, glasses, a brown beard, and fat cheeks walked into the office.

He couldn't wait to put a suitcase on Edgar's desk.

"There's progress, Mr. Edgar."

"I've made a sample, and the experiment is working pretty well."

The fat man opened the suitcase, and there was only one test tube inside, and the test tube contained some golden liquid like orange juice.

Edgar looked at the thing and said, "Is it?" ”

"It's what we said before, something that can suppress the superpower factor."

"I haven't officially named it yet. Well, let's call it the 'David particle.'" ”

Edgar picked up the tube and asked, "How to use it, is it an injection?" ”

David shook his head: "No, no, the motherland has a body of steel, if it is released by injection, I don't think there is a needle in the world that can pierce his skin." ”

"So, from the beginning, I designed it to be airborne."

"The particles are highly volatile and can spread around within seconds when exposed to air."

"Oh?"

Edgar suddenly smashed the test tube to the ground, and with a click, the test tube shattered, and the liquid inside immediately gushed out.

But as Intercept said, it volatilizes quickly and disappears in a blink of an eye.

When the fat man was still dazed, he suddenly saw a red figure appear in the corner.

Edgar turned around and smiled, "Hello, Invisible Man. ”

Then he said to the fat man, "It seems that your 'Davy particles' are very effective." ”

The fat man hurriedly said: "No, no, no, it's still in the experimental stage, and it can only suppress the super energy because it ranges from 1 minute to 3 minutes." ”

Looking at the invisible man who appeared, Edgar narrowed his eyes: "1 minute is enough to do a lot." ”

"Do you say, The Invisible?"

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"It's crazy!"

"What is this? Are the Motherlanders expressing their dissatisfaction with the Security Service? ”

"Or are you playing with a child's temper?"

"Could it be that our Guardian is an immature giant baby?"

"Otherwise, how could he have openly gone on strike after the Supreme Court asked to attend a hearing?"

"Colonel Yuri, as a soldier, what do you think about this?"

On the TV, the camera flickered, and an officer appeared in the frame.

Seeing this scene, Senator Hope, who had a bloated waist and a wine glass, smiled and said to a tall and thin man with a pale face and brown hair in braids at the back of his head.

"It seems that the matter of attending the hearing has made our motherland very popular."

"Look, he can't wait to fight back."

"But he didn't know that this kind of counterattack would put him in a more disadvantageous position."

"Regardless of whether he attends the hearing or not, this year's defense department's arms purchase project will not be related to Walter."

"Congratulations, Mr. Arnold."

"The Vought company is lined up, and in that case, the Ministry of Defense will have to deal with you Olga company."

The man with the pigtailed hair smiled, "It's all a credit to Congressman Hope, and the Security Service wouldn't have filed a complaint in federal court without your push." ”

The senator laughed, and then said gloomily: "That damn motherlandman, last time I was kidnapped, he didn't care about my life or death at all. ”

"From that moment I knew he wasn't a Guardian at all!"

"He only cares about his hero game!"

"A person like this is already in a prison specially built for him, and he can't be allowed to fly around!"

The man known as Arnold smiled, "I think so too. ”

The senator frowned again, "However, I heard that in order to collect the necessary data, your company did not hesitate to give away the armor to some criminals. ”

"If this matter is not handled well, I am afraid that the Ministry of Defense will not cooperate with you, and even I am in danger of being impeached."

Arnold said with a stunned expression, "Give the armor to some outlaws? ”

"Is there such a thing?"

"Why don't I know at all?"

He immediately took out his phone and made a call.

Then he smiled at the senator and said, "Figured it out." ”

"It turned out to be one of our engineers, Mr. Jeff."

"He was the one who sold the armor to the outlaws without my consent."

"We have fired the engineer and called the police, believing that he will soon be punished by the law."

The senator paused, then laughed and gave Arnold a thumbs up.

"You're ruthless, Mr. Arnold."

"Come, I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Happy working together!"

Two wine glasses, touching gently.