A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

"Are you from the Soviet Union?"

Natasha didn't answer.

"How do you know if you don't ask me?"

Albert looked at Natasha's twinkling eyes and slightly frowning brows in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help joking:

"You have a similar accent."

"Haha, the child whose accent couldn't be eliminated has been buried in that place forever."

This was of course a random excuse made by Albert.

There's nothing wrong with Natasha's accent, it's a pure Brooklyn accent.

consistent with the data.

Albert believed that even the most authentic locals would not hear the slightest violation.

"Huh, where? Aren't you a senior agent of the Strategic Science Corps?"

Albert asked knowingly.

Natasha knew she had made a mistake and just glanced at the rearview mirror.

"Okay, I'll give you an exclusive message."

Albert murmured at a volume that Natasha could just hear. At the same time, he took out a pen and projected a satellite map to find something on the territory of the Soviet Union.

"Xiaoxue, block the eavesdropping and surveillance equipment."

"Listen up Black Widow, I'm only going to say it once,"

As he spoke, he raised his right arm, which had been replaced with a medical bandage, and shook it toward the rearview mirror.

"As a thank you."

"Xiaoxue, project the position on the front glass."

In the 80s, there were not many cars on the wide country roads in the United States, so Natasha looked at the projection ahead.

A red dot appeared somewhere on the map of the Soviet Union, zooming in and out.

"Drykov is not dead."

"呲?1?5"

That's the sound of tires rubbing against the ground at high speed.

The car drew a distance forward and then stopped, leaving two black marks on the ground.

Fortunately, Albert was prepared and firmly held the armrest in the car with his left hand.

"First, don't mention that name again,

Second, he has been blown up to heaven by me. "

Natasha turned her head sharply and stared at Albert.

She seemed unwilling to even mention that man's name.

But the decisive and firm tone still failed to cover up the slightly trembling voice.

"Believe it or not,"

Albert pointed with his pen at Natasha's knuckles, which were a little pale from clenching the back of the seat.

"Don't get too excited, fifty-six-year-old man."

This news was revealed to Natasha, on the one hand, as a thank you for last night, and on the other hand, Albert was very interested in Drekev's biological control technology.

Although he is not a biologist, he would not mind studying it if given the chance.

Along the way, Albert never answered Natasha's questions, but silently typed on the virtual keyboard.

……

About three hours later, the car entered the military restricted area and stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse.

This time Natasha did not come to open the door for Albert.

"Hey, I'm a disabled person now."

Albert muttered and got out of the car.

After passing the triple entrance control, I took a rickety elevator down for a full 10 minutes.

Xiaoxue told him that it was now 2000 meters underground.

"Welcome, Albert, my friend."

Howard wore a burgundy suit this time with a dark blue striped tie.

Nick Fury stood behind with an unsmiling expression.

The secret base of S.H.I.E.L.D. (Science and Strategy Corps) in front of him gave Albert the same feeling as the laboratory of a top university in his previous life.

It is made of iron-gray metal material from floor to ceiling, and there are two rows of huge square glass covers under bright incandescent lights.

Albert glanced at it and found that about half of them had "residents".

In the first one from the left, the red devil is sitting on the ground with his back against the glass, one leg curled up with an electronic lock on it, one leg flat on the ground, and his tail hanging casually beside him.

"Sir, a super strong magnetic field and infrasound waves of special frequency have been detected and are being analyzed."

Seeing Albert approaching, the red devil finally stood up, grinned and made a motion of wiping his neck with his right hand.

"Your suggestion is very correct. We used strong magnetic fields and infrasound waves to limit his abilities.

After that, he remained silent. "

As he spoke, Howard took out a bottle of white wine and several wine glasses from somewhere,

"Would you like a drink? Miss Natasha."

"I remember that the Strategic Science Corps' regulations do not allow drinking during work hours."

"Oh, really? Then it seems I have to revise it."

After being rejected, Howard was not embarrassed and sipped his wine alone.

Staring at Asazzo, Albert pondered for a while,

"Leave me alone with this red guy for 10 minutes."

When Xiaoxue's "analysis completed" voice finally came from the earphones, Albert walked up to Howard and whispered.

"Well you know, according to the rules..."

"Nanotechnology or quantum computing."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing these four words, Howard's lazy playboy look disappeared, and his eyes became sharp.

"Choose one, I'll teach you and I'll teach you."

Albert believed that Natasha had reported everything she saw yesterday, and Howard should understand what that little pen meant.

"Give me everything I can..."

Before he finished speaking, Howard's voice became smaller and smaller as Albert looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Okay, I want a quantum computer."

Howard was helpless. Congress and the military had always been purchasing from him. This was probably the first time that he was so eager for a technology.

He was just a little curious about Pym's invention.

"Everyone, stop what you're doing and follow me outside."

After a few minutes, there was not a single staff member in the huge laboratory.

Albert didn't rush to pay attention to Asazzo, but took out his pen and projected the virtual keyboard.

"Mr. Stark, all the monitoring in the laboratory has failed, and the system holding the experimental subjects is also unresponsive."

Within a minute, a researcher in a lab coat and goggles ran toward Howard in panic.

"That's quantum computing. Even if Albert releases them all, it's worth it."

Howard just shrugged. According to the techniques that Albert already knew, it was easy to do this.

For computers in the 80s, even S.H.I.E.L.D., the speed of the quantum computer in Albert's paper was like a god coming down from the earth, increased by tens of billions of times.

It's a pity that even after Albert announced the basic theory, no one could create it artificially.

"Asazuo, why don't we be more direct. Tell me what Xiao wants, and I can promise not to kill your people."

Hearing "tribesman", Asazuo suddenly stood up and knocked his tail hard on the glass, although it left no trace.

"how do you know?"

After not speaking for a day, Asazuo's already deep voice became hoarse and raw.

"Even Xiao doesn't know my past. Where are you from..."

"It's a coincidence. I know a few people who look like angels. I wonder if they would be interested in you?"

In the comics, the Red Devil's tribe was driven into the dimensional space by a mutant tribe that looked like angels. It can be said that they are natural enemies.

The Red Devil's teleportation ability is also because the dimensional space acts as a wormhole.

Staring at Albert's slightly smiling face and deep eyes, Asazuo fell silent and his tail slowly lowered. He never had the upper hand in conversations with Albert.

After a long time, he seemed to finally make up his mind and said in a rough voice that sounded like it had been ground in gravel,

"What do you want to know?"