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"Chen, it's me." It was Stark on the other end of the phone, his voice sounding a little weak.

"When you woke up, I thought you were going to sleep for two more days." After confirming that he was awake, Chen Hao felt relieved.

"Heh, I have to sleep for two more days. I'm afraid the building will be blown up." Stark didn't change his playful nature and laughed at himself, then asked: "I heard Peibo said you were tracing, how is it?"

"It's hard to say." Chen Hao paused: "There is a lot of suspicion, but it cannot be completely confirmed."

"It's that damn guy Jarvis." Stark slapped his forehead and then remembered that Jarvis was invaded at the barbecue restaurant and he still hasn't recovered: "Chen, tell me who it is."

"Fisker Company." Chen Hao considered his words: "According to intelligence, they have done a lot of illegal business privately under the banner of Stark Industries this year. Even if they were not the real culprits in the attack on Avengers members, It has to be eliminated.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and it took a while before Stark's voice came: "I understand."

When Chen Hao's villa was attacked, he wanted to come to pay Fisker Company.

It was Stark who cut him off halfway and felt that the acquisition could maximize benefits.

Unexpectedly, I shot myself in the foot.

Over the past year, Stark has been obsessed with studying the Mark series of mechas, and all the company's affairs have been managed by Miss Pepper.

These guys from Fisk are really disgusting, they have been deceived for so long.

This is more than a year.

Without detailed data, Stark could roughly guess how many shady things these guys had done behind the scenes.

"I'll take care of some things first and talk later."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Hao took a taxi back to Med Hotel.

"Slip away!" Seeing Chen Hao returning empty-handed, Ivan asked with a toothpick and lollipop in his mouth.

Chen Hao nodded: "I went late. A hacker named Marshall Joyce died. The others ran away, and the number is unknown."

"I don't know." Ivan shook his head, the names of these emerging hackers were unfamiliar.

He turned around and tapped on the keyboard, and a set of street surveillance footage appeared on the screen.

Chen Hao's eyes stayed on his face for a few breaths and asked: "You hacked into government surveillance?"

"Yeah." Ivan's answer was very calm, as if this was a common thing.

Staring at the surveillance images flashing on the screen, Chen Hao felt a little complicated.

Fortunately, Ivan is not a villain. If he cooperates with Fisker Company, will the other party still be exposed to the plan?

It hurts to think about it.

The future is the era of the Internet.

As long as there are enough resources, Ivan's potential is huge.

With his superb hacking skills, he not only has outstanding intelligence capabilities, but also can easily paralyze the opponent's intelligence network.

As for myself, it seems that apart from supernatural powers, I have no special skills.

In Youdao, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to Mo are black. He has to deal with a group of Ph.D. academics all day long. Chen Hao is too embarrassed to continue to be lazy and plays games every day.

While thinking about it, Ivan pointed at the computer screen to signal Chen Hao to pay attention.

Coming out of the Stark weapons production workshop, no matter which direction you go, you will pass through five main intersections and two trails.

Two paths go left and right, with a total of four intersections and a total of nine intersections. The surveillance images are displayed on the screen in the form of a nine-square grid.

It took a total of thirty-two minutes from starting from Med Hotel to arriving at the production workshop.

In this half hour, the workload of repeatedly checking the surveillance of nine intersections is not heavy.

"stop."

The surveillance screen zoomed in, and a huge man sitting in a car appeared at the intersection where the trail extended.

With his big build and bald head, his features are too eye-catching.

The former boss of Fisker Corporation, Kingpin.

It may not be accurate to say that it was the former boss. After Stark Industries acquired Fisker, Kingpin should have become the boss behind the scenes.

After carefully checking the surveillance to confirm that there were no other suspicious persons.

It is basically confirmed that Fisker Corporation is the mysterious organization that plans these activities.

"Hello." Chen Hao dialed Stark's phone and told him the truth: "The murderer has been found."

The angry Stark, despite his initial recovery, repaired Jarvis and began to search for Kingpin's location.

On Ivan's side, through street surveillance near the production workshop, he explored all the way and finally confirmed Jin Bin's whereabouts.

Corrent Building, Brooklyn, where the Jellicoe missiles were launched.

Stark, who was notified, quickly flew over.

After all, Fisker is still owned by Stark Industries.

It would be unkind if Chen Hao dealt with the Kingpin alone.

Inside the building, many people armed with firearms came forward to stop him.

However, in front of Chen Hao and Mark Seven, these resistances were meaningless.

With almost overwhelming force, the two of them fought their way to the top of the building.

More and more people were blocking the way, and the gunfire became more intense.

The two looked at each other and moved forward.

Bang.

Amidst the screams of several minions, the wooden door with fine texture was violently kicked open.

Jin Bin stood in the office with a handheld rocket launcher in his hand. When Chen Hao and Stark entered, they blasted them directly.

Chen Hao absorbed the kinetic and thermal energy, and the rocket instantly lost all energy supply and fell directly to the ground.

Stark raised his hand and shot a hand cannon through Kingpin's shoulder, popping up his mask and admonishing: "Surrender."

"Dream" Kingpin abandoned the rocket launcher, roared angrily, crossed his arms across his chest, and rushed towards the two of them like a truck.

His body is huge, with strong muscles all over his body, and his strength is far beyond comparison with other people.

It's a pity that when a melee fighter encountered two long-range shooters, they were beaten to pieces by artillery fire and ice picks before they could get close enough.

Stark mentioned Kingpin, who was covered in holes and bleeding, and mocked: "Muscular men should learn from Captain America and stay at home peacefully every day and watch TV."

Chen Hao smiled and joked: "You always talk about Captain Rogers, do you like him?"

Before the word "fart" came out, Stark swallowed it and changed his words: "Don't worry, I have Peibo alone and that's enough."

Using small missiles on his shoulders to blast open the glass, Stark picked up the seriously injured Kingpin and prepared to leave.

"Stark." Chen Hao stopped him: "Did you feel that this operation was too simple? It felt like it ended too quickly."

"Don't think too much, Chen. Compared with those damn alien freaks, these people are simply vulnerable." Stark flew outside the building, holding Kingpin in his left hand, and waved at Chen Hao with his right hand: " After I finish Fisk’s review, let’s have dinner together, and remember to call Ethan, he saved me again.”

"Okay." Seeing Stark flying away, Chen Hao jumped out of the broken window and left the building.

That night, Stark personally visited Fisker employees in New York for a large-scale visit.

Anyone who is unwilling to surrender and accept scrutiny, or who resists, will be cleared.

With the support of Jarvis's big data, it took just one night for the underground organization that Fisk had worked hard to manage for a year to suffer a devastating blow.

Corrente Building, five floors below.

There was a bald man sitting in the monitoring room, holding a cane with both hands.

At his feet, two men dressed as security guards fell in a pool of blood.

Staring at the surveillance video of Rikin being taken away by Stark, the man's eyes narrowed and he stood up silently.

There were no lights on in the house, and the white light from the surveillance screen reflected a tall shadow.

The man walked to the door, his steps heavy.

After a pause, he looked back at the floor, where there lay a poster with bloody footprints and a classic line written in bold fonts.

"i will be back." I will be back