The Wizard of the World

Peggy walked into the conference room with a coffee pot. The information Thompson obtained was very important to her. Only by finding the guy who sold Howard's technology could she follow the clues and find the initiator of the whole thing.

Peggy's entry did not make Director Dooley and others in the office think too much. In their eyes, Peggy was just a vase with good looks but no ability inside. No matter how hard they thought, they could not imagine that Peggy had already Get in touch with Howard and secretly investigate the theft of the vault.

"I placed people at the exit of the Martinique Club and at the nearby newsstand to make sure we didn't miss anyone important. But the problem now is that there are too many people there." Thompson told Chief Dooley said.

"Just do your best, I will ask someone to find some clothes for you to wear for the banquet." Director Dooley said.

"The clothes should not be too conspicuous and easy to be noticed. The buyer Raymond is a very cunning guy. He only has two shortcomings, which are blonde beauty and money. Kuzminski and I are going to pretend to be businessmen tonight. Talk to him about a business, maybe you can get some information from Raymond. Others will be responsible for controlling the scene and catching the seller. We must figure out what role Stark played in this transaction." Thompson He preached to everyone very seriously.

"It's a good plan, you can take charge of everything." Director Dooley smiled with satisfaction, but when he looked at Peggy, the smile on his face couldn't help but cool down, "Miss Carter, your Why is the coffee poured so slowly? This is a field agent meeting, and everything discussed is confidential. Please pour the coffee and get out quickly."

Thompson raised his eyebrows and said nonchalantly: "Forget it, Director, let her stay. Maybe Carter can learn something from us."

Peggy couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard this. During World War II, when she was fighting Nazis and Hydra on the European battlefield, no one dared to say such things to her.

"Do you have something to say?" Director Dooley couldn't help but ask when he saw that Peggy had no intention of leaving after pouring the coffee.

"Yes, Director, I would like to ask you for a day off." Peggy responded immediately.

"Ask for leave?" Director Dooley tilted his head: "But you look very healthy.

"To be precise, I have a little problem, the kind that all women have." Peggy said shamelessly to Director Dooley. From the conversation she just heard, it can be known that Thompson plans to take action tonight, and Peggy must do something before him, otherwise this clue will have nothing to do with her, and Howard's affairs will not progress.

In this case, perhaps it is the best choice for individuals to act privately and stay one step ahead of the Strategic Science Corps.Peggy had to be fully prepared to participate in Martinique's transaction tonight. In order to make time, she could only use a woman's exclusive excuse to take this leave.

As expected, Director Dooley immediately agreed as soon as he heard Peggy's words, "Go ahead, go ahead, please take a few days, and come back when you return to normal."

"Thank you for understanding." Peggy nodded with satisfaction and then strode out of the conference room.

……

night, club martinique

The time agreed with Bennis is getting closer and closer. Raymond is sitting in the office waiting for the arrival of the mysterious seller, while Isaac is sitting on the sofa next to the wall.

Stroking a British shorthair cat.

"Where did you catch this cat? It looks quite cute." Before Bennis arrived, Raymond, who felt bored, turned his attention to the black cat lying on Isaac's lap.

"You think it's cute?" Isaac sneered: "In the time of the Pharaohs in ancient Egypt, if this cat stood in front of you and yawned, you would be put into a coffin by Egyptian soldiers and tortured by Kebuli."

"Why is this?" Raymond asked curiously.

Isaiah did not answer, but fell into the deepest memory in his mind.

……

Ancient Egypt had two of the most outstanding rulers in history. The first one took up shields and spears when the earth was invaded by alien creatures, and led his people to launch a heroic resistance. This prevented the Egyptians from being invaded. The genocide rekindled the fire of civilization in Egypt.

The second one used his natural superpowers to control all Egyptians and established a powerful empire on this land.

The city of apocalypse.

The Egyptians regarded him as an immortal god, comparable to the god 'Ra', and his most loyal men, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, were also formidable beings.

However, no matter how great a person is, he cannot avoid being buried by history. The tyranny of Apocalypse will one day arouse the anger of the people. The Egyptians used their wisdom and experience to bury Apocalypse under the earth, so that he will never see the light of day again. .

People thought that tyranny would end like this, and a happy life would follow, but everyone thought wrong. Darkness can actually be created by anyone, and it is not exclusive to mutants.

"Pick out ten slaves. The Pharaoh will ask Best to send a tribute to Kebuli today." In the dry and smelly dungeon, dozens of hungry slaves were sitting on their knees by the wall. All of them Everyone looked at the Pharaoh soldiers outside the prison door in horror, and everyone could not help but tremble.

Among this group of slaves, a thin boy with fair skin cannot help but stand out. He has handsome features and short dark brown hair. It is obvious at a glance that he is not a native of Egypt.

"This guy is good to catch. Best will definitely like him." Among the Pharaoh soldiers, the leader standing at the front pointed at the young man and shouted.Immediately, two Egyptians who were in charge of slaves walked into the dungeon, lifted the boy out, and threw him to the ground hard.

"Outsider, you should feel honored to be a sacrifice. Tell me what's your name?" The leader looked down at the young man and asked in ancient Egyptian.

"Huh... Huh... Huh... No, I have too little energy in my body. I can't escape from here at all." The young man fell on the gravel and kept breathing. His chest was shaking at a very violent rate. It was shrinking, and everyone could see that the boy was extremely weak.

"Hey, look at that, this outsider seems to be sick." A Pharaoh soldier pointed at the back of the boy's neck and said.

The skin there was completely like dry bark, with numerous wrinkles and cracks. A small amount of white pus flowed out from the wound, exuding an unpleasant pungent smell.

"No matter how many there are, take them away!" the soldier leader waved his hand, and soon the remaining Pharaoh soldiers grabbed nine people from the dungeon, and the group quickly walked towards the Pharaoh's palace.