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As Hill's direct leader, Nick still has to be partial to outsiders even if he is dissatisfied.

"I am now the acting director of SHIELD. If you need anything, you can tell me." Hill's speech was very official.

"Is Loki's scepter still there with you?" Due to changes in the plot, Chen Hao was not sure whether the scepter was taken away by Thor or in the hands of SHIELD.

Neither Pepper, Ethan, nor Coulson were at the scene at the time and could not provide specific information.

Natasha may be here, but Chen Hao's new mobile phone does not have her contact information.

Hill quickly realized the misleading meaning of this sentence and responded: "I thought the scepter was with you."

"Oh, that's it." Chen Hao's tone paused, and suddenly the topic changed: "Has the insight plan been advanced?"

Hill's stern face froze on the spot, staring at the information about the Insight Project on the screen, and tapped his fingers on the table. .

She was thinking about how the plan that had just been passed by the Security Council was leaked.

It's definitely impossible for Nick Fury, he has conflicts with Iceman.

The other members of the Security Council are even less likely. They have nothing to do with the Iceman.

Who could that be?

Seeing that Hill didn't speak, Chen Hao coughed dryly: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. The insight plan is a trap anyway, so be careful."

The Avengers were poisoned and subsequently attacked, and Stark Tower was bombed.

Chen Hao was scratching his head, and after much deliberation, he could only have a little bit to do with the Insight Project.

Hill didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and remained silent.

Chen Hao smacked his lips. Seeing that Hill and Nick were both experienced, he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​prying: "Then let's do this for now."

In comparison, Colson, Captain America's little fanboy, is much easier to talk to.

After hanging up the phone, he called Colson again: "Do you know where Captain Rogers is?"

After finding out Rogers' location, he also knew where Natasha and her gang were. .

"I'm sorry, I don't know where they are." Coulson told the truth. He really didn't know where the captain had gone.

Chen Hao thought for a moment and guessed that they went to Barton's house, but he couldn't find the place. He sighed: "What a pity."

Colson asked: "What's the pity?"

"Colson, the organization that wants to assassinate Captain and other Avengers members, I found some clues." Chen Hao deliberately put the word Rogers before the word Avengers.

According to Chen Hao's reasoning, it is definitely impossible for one person to attack the members of the Avengers.

Then it can be assumed that it is an organization that takes action.

Being able to hack Jarvis makes it impossible for anyone in the Stark Cybersecurity Department to do anything.

It means that there is at least one or more people with superb hacking skills in this organization.

Chen Hao intercepted a courier outside the Stark Building. The other party did not know that there was a bomb inside.

Splitting all the execution details into several parts and handing them over to different people shows that there is someone in the organization who has a strong vision of the overall situation and a great layout.

With the technical means used to hack Jarvis, even if the task is posted on the Internet, it may be difficult to trace the specific IP address.

Of course, it is possible that the hacker and the person with the powerful layout are the same person, but this probability is unlikely.

Youdao is a person who specializes in the art field and combines the two conditions. He should be a person with dignity and respect in the Marvel world.

Chen Hao really couldn't think of anyone who would meet the conditions at the same time. He could only estimate that there were at least two people in this organization.

As soon as he heard there was a clue, Coulson immediately became interested: "What clue?"

He was also tracking down the mysterious organization targeting Rogers and Avengers members, but there was no progress.

"The people in this organization are very cunning. They publish bounty tasks through an online forum called Iceberg. The suspect in the Stark Tower bombing was a courier who received the task and did not know about the bomb in advance. I will mention it later. His photo will be sent to you via email, help me check his background information, and let me know if you have any clues."

"Okay, that's no problem." Colson agreed without much hesitation.

The mysterious organization's methods were quite clever. The owner of the barbecue restaurant died on the spot, and all ground surveillance near the store was destroyed.

Even if SHIELD arrived immediately after receiving Barton's notification, no useful clues could be obtained from the scene.

Subsequently, Rogers, Natasha, Barton and others encountered roadside bombs many times, but no practical clues were left behind.

"I'll send you the email right away. It's up to you whether you can help the captain, Coulson. Don't sign the card then, it's okay to take a group photo alone."

What Chen Hao said was reasonable. Even if Coulson knew that he was being used, he didn't say much.

At least in terms of helping Captain Rogers, the two have the same interests.

Based on the photos provided by Chen Hao, Colson used cia's data database to match the files and began to analyze and investigate one by one.

Through the identity information, a local New York express company called Harrison Express was traced.

After comparing the information, Coulson identified a suspect.

Harrison Chris.

Coulson had met the owner of this express company near the barbecue restaurant.

The matter was too coincidental. This Chris was highly suspected, and he might have a major connection with the mysterious organization.

After thinking for a long time, Colson sent Chen Hao the address of the express company in New York.

The methods of this mysterious organization are so strict that they can hide all reliable clues after the attack. Maybe there is an informant or insider in S.H.I.E.L.D. to help.

Far water can't save nearby fire. Coulson, who is far away in Chicago, can't hide the organization and secretly go to investigate.

It may be a good choice to leave it to Chen Hao in New York.

Ten p.m.

After getting the address, Chen Hao took a taxi to the outskirts of Brooklyn.

It's very dark tonight, and there are only two or three factories in the development zone with lights on.

The lights are far apart, like lighthouses across the sea.

In an area like this that is remote and has no economic zone, the land price and rent are as low as a street lady.

Putting on the mask of a disguised geek, Chen Hao quickly found the factory.

After all, today is to do some dirty work that cannot be put on the table. Exposing his identity may affect the subsequent press conference.

Chen Hao felt the need to disguise himself, so he looked like this.

Maybe it's because today is a day of prayer, or maybe it's because a small company like this doesn't have anything to deliver.

After entering the factory, he didn't see a single employee.

Quiet and deserted, the dim light of the chandelier gave off a hint of coolness.

Looking up at the faint light on the second floor, Chen Hao controlled the kinetic energy of his feet without making a single sound.

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Suddenly, there was a muffled sound from the second floor.

Chen Hao followed the sound and saw that a person was hit hard against the glass.

Before he could reach the second floor, there was another crisp sound from the other side of the room.

With the sound of broken glass, a man fell out from the second floor, fell heavily to the concrete floor, and stopped moving.

Glancing down, Chen Hao's eyes narrowed under his mask.

The face on the cement floor was the target of his trip, Harrison Chris.

The assailant just now stood in front of the broken glass window, staring at Chen Hao in the middle of the stairs.

The white skull pattern on his chest looked extremely terrifying in the dim light.

The whistling sound of the wind is like a death whispering in the ear