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U.S. Department of Defense. .biquge

A white-haired soldier holds a cigar in his hand. The star on his shoulder and the photo and flag behind him represent his status.

It was General Ross.

At this time, he was staying in his office, placing various documents and photos on the table, looking at them carefully.

This is the number of times he has looked at these documents and photos over the years.

But he still hoped to see something.

Light smoke drifted from the lit cigar, Ross frowned and said nothing.

Beside him, a female officer sat in her seat and quietly operated the computer in front of her, not daring to make a sound.

These years of experience have taught her what she should do now.

"Is there any news about Banner?"

Ross placed the cigar on the cigarette rack next to him and asked displeasedly.

"Not yet, General."

The female assistant gave Rose a wry smile and answered.

"No, no, no news again."

Rose scratched his hair angrily.

"It's been five years. What do these people do for a living? Why is there no news about him?"

"Is he a mouse or a deep-sea fish? Is he hiding underground or at the bottom of the sea?"

"A bunch of rice buckets!"

Ross slapped the table in front of him, very displeased.

The female assistant said nothing and chose to remain silent.

"By the way, I heard that SHIELD sent someone over to help. Is he here?"

Suddenly, Ross asked coldly.

"I'll call now to verify."

The female assistant quickly picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

After communicating with the person over there in a low voice for a while, the female assistant hung up the phone hesitantly.

Apparently the answer is not that satisfying.

"The people below said that that person left on a plane after arriving at the base."

The female assistant was a little afraid to speak, so she finished what she heard.

"gone?"

Ross raised an eyebrow.

This kind of rudeness made 0 him feel that he was being slighted.

As a general of the Ministry of National Defense, he has never been taken so seriously for a long, long time.

"Who does he think he is? Coming when he wants and leaving when he wants?"

For the past five years, he has been trying to restart the super soldier serum program, which has resulted in him having little merit in the military.

Because of this, his influence is somewhat lacking.

If it weren't for the connections he had accumulated over the years, he might have collapsed by now.

"Even a little bastard who appeared out of nowhere dares to deny me face like this."

Rose snorted coldly and pointed to the female assistant's phone.

"Send someone to keep an eye on him. I want to see where he plans to go."

The female assistant nodded and quickly picked up the phone on the table.

"Also, contact General Pulido and ask him to find a group of the best soldiers for me."

"Remember, the more top-notch, the better!"

Rose's words reached the ears of the female assistant. The female assistant's body trembled suddenly and she immediately nodded fiercely.

Having been Ross's secretary for many years, she naturally knew Admiral Pulido.

The popular general in the army has strong strength and influence. His achievements and military honors have risen sharply at a young age. No one in the army knows it and no one is dissatisfied with him.

But only a few people know that General Ross was once the benefactor of General Pulido.

Before this, he had never used Pulido's connections.

This time, the female assistant understood very well.

Ross got serious.

……

Brazil, Rocinha slum.

This is one of the world-famous slums, where people are a mixture of gangsters, businessmen, criminals, and countless poor people.

There are various buildings here, and if you glance around, you can see countless random additions.

If there were two words to describe this place, it would definitely be chaos.

Of course, the more chaotic the place.

The easier it is to hide.

Port Verde Beverage Processing Plant.

This place is a large-scale industry in Rocinha, and countless poor people are counting on getting a bite of food here.

Of course, the labor force here is also shockingly cheap.

"I want to get a job, can you take me in?"

In the factory director's office, several poor people were crowded in the room. An old man with a white beard was sitting behind a desk, looking at the people in front of him without saying a word.

"Please, my father just got seriously ill. I have three children at home. I need money to support them."

A scrawny middle-aged man put his hands together and kept begging the factory director behind the desk.

Several other people also gave various reasons.

In the slums of Rocinha, being able to work in this beverage processing factory is equivalent to getting a stable income.

This is extremely important to these people.

Therefore, the work here has even become Xiangmomo.

Many local women will favor the employees here when they get married.

"There are too many of you, I only need three people."

Factory Director Whitebeard has seen the same situation many times, so he only hears their complaints and pleas in one ear and out the other.

He is a businessman, not a philanthropist.

"you you."

The white-bearded factory director chose two of the stronger ones. He liked these people better.

For the same wages, it would naturally be done by stronger and more capable people.

There is one spot left.

"Please, give me a chance to work."

Several people had already knelt down, but this did not impress the old man with the white beard.

"I don't need wages, I just need a place to eat and live."

At this time, a voice suddenly came into the ears of the old man with a white beard.

Surprise appeared on his face, and he immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

A yellow-skinned Oriental, of medium height, with tattered clothes and a dirty face.

The white-bearded old man's eyes suddenly lit up.

A poor fellow in distress.

This kind of person is his favorite. They don't need wages, and they only need food and a place to live. Moreover, they are very obedient and will not worry about accidents no matter how they are ordered.

"Okay, it's you."

The old man with a white beard pointed at the oriental man and stood up from his seat.

"The chosen ones will come with me, and the rest, please leave."

"Thank you."

Su Hao made a gesture that symbolized respect in Brazil towards the white-bearded factory director, and at the same time lowered his head.

"Well, come with me. I'll get you a set of clothes first."

Su Hao's actions were very useful to the old man with white beard. He nodded with satisfaction and left with Su Hao and others.

After a while, Su Hao, wearing blue work clothes, reappeared in the factory area.

Although the clothes are old, at least they are clean and very good.

"Your job is here. He will teach you how to do it."

The old man with white beard arranged Su Hao's work and left with the other two people.

Su Hao nodded obediently and learned the contents of his work in a short time.

The beverage filling and transportation here is done by machines. All Su Hao needs to do is to take care of the machines and add raw materials into the machines to ensure the continuous operation of the machines.

Very simple.

"Where are you, my Dr. Green."

While doing the work at hand, Su Hao glanced at the other employees in the factory.

Bruce Banner went to Brazil to find a way to cure the gamma virus in his body. Because he was worried about being tracked, he could only start his life again, so he entered this factory to make a living.

Su Hao came here naturally because of him.

"coming!"

Suddenly, Su Hao's eyes lit up. Not far away, a white man was pushing a cart, which contained bottle caps, mechanical parts and other sundries.

"Hello, Mr. Banner."

When the white man came to him, Su Hao smiled and said hello to him.

"Hello."

Banner was stunned for a moment, obviously realizing that Su Hao was a stranger.

"My name is Su Hao. I just came here to work today. Please take more care of me in the future."

Su Hao explained.

"Well, welcome."

Banner nodded absently, then placed a box of bottle caps from his car at Su Hao's feet, and pushed the car to leave.

"hey-hey!"

At this moment, the white-bearded factory director appeared not far away and shouted to Banner.

"Come on, come with me."