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The sour smell lingering in his nose was blown away by the wind, and the cold slap on his face made Chen Hao feel more energetic.

The clue of the courier company boss has been completely broken.

There is no point in continuing to pursue it.

Although the target is dead this time, today is not without gain.

At least for the dark web under the iceberg, Chen Hao has captured the details and drafted a preliminary plan.

The appearance of the Punisher was both an accident and a wake-up call for him.

Frank is a double-edged sword that cannot be manipulated.

Used properly, the mysterious organization can be uprooted. If you don't use it properly, you may get into trouble.

After leaving the outer suburbs, Chen Hao dialed Coulson's phone.

"What's going on?" Coulson was concerned about this matter.

"When I went there, the person was already dead, and there were others tracking down this organization." After careful consideration, Chen Hao did not disclose the information about the dark web and Frank to him: "I'm afraid I have to trouble you, Colson, email Where does the courier in the photo live?”

"Chen, this is not in line with the rules."

"Come on, if there is one, there are two. It seems that SHIELD is so clean." Chen Hao pointed out and continued: "This is the last clue. Either you check it and tell me quickly, or wait for him to be found by others. Get rid of them and cut off all the clues.”

"Okay, I'll help you one more time, wait for my news."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone and standing in the cold wind for nearly half an hour, I finally waited for Coulson's call.

The courier's address is also in a suburb of Brooklyn, not far from the factory in the development zone.

Through navigation, Chen Hao quickly arrived outside the other party's home.

Unlike the densely populated communities in the East, the suburbs of Brooklyn are sparsely populated.

The houses are far apart so there is no need to worry about being discovered.

The crooked mailbox tube looked like it had been kicked hard, and there was a faint light in the room on the third floor.

Putting on his mask and using the kinetic energy stored in his running, Chen Hao jumped up and climbed steadily to the outside of the house on the third floor.

There was the noisy sound of the TV in the room, and in addition, there was the sound of water dripping on the wooden boards.

Chen Hao came to the window and suddenly smelled a fishy smell coming from the house, and his expression changed.

He covered his skin with thin layers of ice to avoid fingerprints and climbed in through the window.

The courier I saw in the Stark Building in the afternoon was covering his lower body and lying motionless in a pool of blood on the stairs.

Chen Hao stretched out his hand to check his breath without touching the blood.

Already out of breath.

Next to his body, there was a small paper cup from a water dispenser.

The paper cup was stained red with blood, and a mushroom-shaped object was placed inside.

Chen Hao narrowed his eyes and looked strange.

Chop the dick, it’s so cruel.

The light from the black and white TV reflects on the dark gray wall, flickering on and off.

It is not advisable to stay at the murder scene for a long time.

Chen Hao took the time to look around, and finally set his sights on an old laptop computer.

If the screen is not locked, you can see a chat history when you open it.

The last message was posted twelve minutes ago.

Chen Hao turned back and glanced at the body in the corridor, and quickly browsed through the chat history.

Iceberg Forum logo

Different from the dark background of the forum.

The person communicating is nicknamed cv4, and all information is anonymous.

The two parties agreed to meet at Washington Park at 8 o'clock tomorrow night.

The perpetrator left in a hurry and did not destroy the laptop, leaving behind key clues.

Perhaps it can be considered that he left this on purpose

It is indeed much faster to get the information from the factory and then come than to get the notice and then come.

Just chop

Chen Hao clicked his tongue and stopped looking at the stairs.

When I think about how violently that guy fired the gun and detonated the explosives, he might be able to do it in order to extract a confession.

Taking out his mobile phone and taking pictures of the chat history, Chen Hao used kinetic energy to tear the laptop into two exposed circuit boards, which were soaked in ice water and crushed into pieces. It was considered impossible to save it completely.

Opening the window, Chen Hao climbed over the window and landed on the ground.

He had no control over the body on the stairs and couldn't control it.

As soon as I stepped on the thick wooden board on the first floor, there was a sudden sound of the firing pin falling off.

The sudden surge of heat was like a giant ax hitting his face.

Staggering, Chen Hao, who absorbed the kinetic energy, accelerated forward and distanced himself from the burning wooden building.

Even though he had a good attitude, he couldn't help but get angry when faced with Frank's parting gift.

"Grass"

The next day, night, 7:50.

It is winter now and the weather is cold.

Except for passers-by in a hurry, not many people stayed in Washington Park.

As the largest green park in lower Manhattan, tall trees act like a barrier.

While isolating the view from high places, it also blocks the path for ambushing snipers.

Chen Hao changed his outfit and wrapped himself tightly in some bloated clothes.

It's not that he's afraid of the cold.

In public places like parks, there are surveillance cameras near street corners. If we really take action, I'm afraid it would be a bit inconvenient.

Sitting on the bench, Chen Hao did not find Frank.

But this guy is definitely around.

To the northeast of the park, there is an old RV parked.

Frank was wearing a black rubber leather jacket and was sitting in the carriage debugging weapons.

On the west side of the park, a man in a brown coat sat on a bench outside the park, with a vendor's food truck blocking most of his body.

Across the street from the park, there were many strong men walking around.

If something happens, they can rush to the park as soon as possible.

Three directions, three forces.

No one showed up.

This is a game full of traps, a psychological game.

It is still unknown whether people from the mysterious organization will show up.

Frank knew the meeting was a trap, but he came anyway.

Only tigers have teeth in their mouths. Only by stepping into the opponent's trap can you have a chance to catch a few high-level officials and pry out more clues.

Chen Hao didn't care if it was a trap or not, he just came to watch the fun.

If both sides lose in a fight, it's time for him to appear.

Three directions, three forces.

are waiting.

As time passed, the shops along the street closed one after another, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street.

Those strong men who were wandering around also found coffee shops or bars to hide temporarily.

The clock pointed to ten o'clock, and for two whole hours, no one showed up.

There were no more pedestrians around the fountain in the center of Washington Park.

The phone rings.

On a bench on the west side of the park, a man in a brown coat answered the phone.

"Is it solved?" It was a dull voice.

"Not yet, boss." The man paused and expressed his guess: "He may still be around."

"Evacuate first." The dull voice carried an undoubted momentum: "The gang of losers who were investigating were lost. It can be roughly confirmed that Stark is in a hospital in Brooklyn. Find him. I have a plan. A great gift.”

In a certain building in New York, a man was leaning on a cane and looking at the large objects on the table.

On the light gray surface, there are several white fonts of Stark Industries printed on it.

This is a weapon of mass destruction that was discontinued by Stark Industries.

Jellicoe missile.