[Zhongyingmei] That snake

The blushing voice on the phone still hasn't stopped, but the discussion of the three of them is not affected by it.

The human body information brought by the strong hostility and high-intensity vigilance made Oliver instantly alert. He knelt on one knee and looked at the corridor blocked by the shutters, like a cheetah squatting on a tree branch in the dark, and his beard suddenly became cautious. And trembling. The image projected on the retina has not changed for the time being, but the sudden influx of information has stepped on the string in Oliver's heart.

"The S.H.I.E.L.D. guys are here and we need to move," Oliver said.

"To find Stark?" Steve asked for their opinion.

"Now is not the time," Natasha replied, "S.H.I.E.L.D. must have someone lurking around the Stark Tower, and we can't go find anyone we know. Unless that person is so ordinary that S.H.I.E.L.D. won't pay attention."

"If we go to the Avengers, then this is the last step," Oliver thought for a while, "It is impossible for the three of us to complete this task."

Steve said, "I know where to go, follow me."

"We can't just go out like this," Natasha said, watching the stairs through the shutter.

The members of the quick response team did not wear the uniforms of S.H.I.E.L.D., but dressed as passers-by to sneak into the hospital, but their ferocious aura and unscrupulous walking posture completely exposed their identities to Natasha's eyes. The elevator entrance shows The three elevators were going up, and it was impossible to determine whether the people inside were friends or foes.

They do a room by room inspection.

Oliver opened an iron cabinet in the room, which contained an unopened white coat. He felt that he must have been kissed by Lady Luck today.

Handing two white coats to the two, Natasha took a nurse's pointed hat to cover her bright red hair, took off Steve's peaked cap and threw it aside, and at the same time the mask on his face The very rustic big basket of plastic glasses was taken off and put on his face, half of his palm-sized melon-seeded face was instantly covered.

Oliver skillfully placed the gold-rimmed glasses he carried with him on the high bridge of the nose of Steve, who was still in a daze. There are two mustaches on the top.

"Mutant ability" he explained, so that the captain should not be too surprised.

Natasha and Oliver are like long-term partners. Before going on stage, Natasha took off Steve's coat and handed it to Oliver. He used his ability to stretch his hair into an old man. His face is dry and gray, and he has a shaggy beard that looks like a bush of dry bupleurum, but his current clothes are not suitable for pretending to be an old man.

Oliver tousled his hair, threw Steve's coat under the dusty table and rolled it around him a few times, and now he looked like an old bum, hunched over from chronic fatigue, He could only use the black umbrella in his hand to support his steps, and at the same time was supported by a student nurse with glasses who seemed to have just left school.

Natasha opened the door and Steve went out first.

Steve took a record sheet and a pen from the table in the corridor outside the door, buried his head in silence the whole time, and wrote something on the record sheet, looking like a serious and serious doctor who was extremely indifferent to the beggar old man beside him , even though he's too big for the class.

Captain America has almost never had the experience of performing tasks by disguising himself, and now he is extremely reserved, which just fits the dynamics required by this appearance.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. members who passed by them just glanced away before hurriedly averting their eyes and rushing into the next ward.

Uniforms will give people a fixed impression, and people will instinctively bring people in uniforms into their imagined images. Many serial killers have uniform worship, such as doctors, policemen, soldiers, well, far away up.

In short, after Oliver used his ability to change the hair color and eye color of Steve, who is the most conspicuous and the least experienced in camouflage technology, and added a funny two-character mustache to him, the three of them passed the elevator and entered the underground parking smoothly. field.

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Oliver skillfully used a pin to pry open the door of a Chevrolet SUV, Steve sat in the driver's seat, Natasha was in the passenger seat, and he quietly sat in the back seat and dug out the blade from the medicine box in the back seat, yes He shaved off his full beard in the reflection of the car window.

This beard grows to the chest, and it is easy to think of a lazy homeless man who has been exposed to the sun all year round in a dry and dark desert area, or an informal performance artist.

"You are very skilled at stealing cars." Natasha said with a smile.

Oliver didn't stop the blade in his hand, "How can we call it stealing? It's just a borrowed car."

But he still answered the question that Natasha really asked, "Chevrolet suv is the standard equipment for travel. When I forget to bring the key, I will pry the car by myself. It will be better after more practice."

"So we stole an FBI agent's car." Steve saw the papers in the drawer Natasha had opened.

"Well... this is my aunt's car, I don't think she will mind." That's why Oliver is so familiar with the contents of the car. After Kate's affairs in England were settled, she returned to the FBI branch in New York to continue her work. She wouldn't care about the fact that her car was borrowed by Oliver, maybe, maybe, maybe, no.

Wrapping the shaved beard in paper, Oliver aimed the sharp blade at his hair again. He could make things like hair grow back, but make them shrink back? Oliver couldn't do it, so he had to rely on external physical means.

Natasha turned her head curiously, glanced at Oliver's new hairstyle, and said in a word: "Oliver, you really don't suit Nick's hairstyle."

Oliver rubbed his hands on the bald top of his head with great interest, "It feels really special, but it's really a bit strange, as if I just walked out of the chemotherapy room in the hospital." It's not quite the same as Charles' hairless appearance Similarly, the bald Charles looks like a shining holy father, such a good-looking person is still gentle and elegant even without hair.

As he spoke, he mobilized his ability to make his soft and curly blond hair grow back to its original length.

"Captain America with black hair and black eyes looks good." Natasha turned her attention to Steve who was driving the car.

Oliver intervened, "Yeah, blond hair and blue eyes are too national, too sweet. I thought black hair would make people look wiser."

Hollywood is a famous film factory in the United States. The films it produces show the mainstream concept in some ways, and also change the mainstream concept. For example, in the film, many blonde girls represent typical American sweet girls. Red hair is passionate and charming, while black hair shows more wisdom.

"But the captain looks a little bit, um..." Oliver didn't know which word to use to describe it.

"Cute," Natasha said.

"It's not that you can't use that word."

"Are you two sure you want to discuss this issue on the way to escape?" The captain's expression was not very good.

Oliver and Natasha looked at each other and shrugged each other. Natasha took off Steve's glasses and returned them to Oliver. Oliver changed Steve's hair color and eye color back, and let him shave off his funny mustache.

"Where are we going now?"

"To meet a friend of mine," Steve replied solemnly, "a normal friend."

When Sam put his service information in front of the three of them, no one believed that this was just an ordinary friend.

"I can help." Sam looked at Steve with intense eyes, "What are you guys going to do next?"

"Still discussing," Oliver replied while looking at Falcon's surprising information, "We want to prevent three helicarriers from taking off. These three motherships are in the underground factory of S.H.I.E.L.D. It's full of HYDRA, our enemy."

"The three of us were able to break into S.H.I.E.L.D., but even if we captured the control rooms of the three motherships with just a few people, it was impossible to prevent the motherships from taking off," Steve said.

But Nick handed over the task to the captain, and he is the person who knows the helicarrier best, there must be a way here.

Oliver said, "Captain, did Nick mention how the Helicarrier looks for the target? It sounds impossible to lock on the target before it takes action. To eliminate a thousand enemies in one minute, the locking of the list must be a big problem." Engineering, I even doubt it could be done manually."

"I remember Nick mentioned that after the Helicarrier and the satellite are synchronized, they can lock the DNA of the terrorists before they leave the bunker."

"Locking DNA is only used to determine identity. It should be another way to predict what people may do in the future." Oliver Sam's home paced.

"Don't you think that sounds like one of those fortune-telling psychics?" Sam leaned against the door frame.

"Fortune-telling, yes, fortune-telling. Hydra has a way to calculate the probability of the target person doing the next thing," Oliver found the key at once, couldn't help clenching his fists, and analyzed the target person's next move through probability. It is similar to the psychological profiling of the BAU group, "But where do they get basic information? They need some reference objects. Such a large workload cannot analyze palm lines and faces like psychics. What they need is some easy-to-use The collected information and data do not need to directly deal with the target, but only through a high-efficiency tool. They may need the target's date of birth, perhaps a criminal record, and daily personality analysis. Where do they find this information to reduce the workload .”

"The Internet," Steve said, "Tony told me that the Internet can do all kinds of things that people in the last century couldn't imagine, like Jarvis."

Oliver's footsteps stopped, and disappeared together with the crisp pacing sound, "Yes, it is the Internet. Every move of modern people is recorded by various network data. Hydra calculates the target by analyzing this information. The probability of the enemy. They may have an artificial intelligence, no, this program only needs to specialize in this job, they only need to build a template and bring various data into the template."

"It's going to be an algorithm," Natasha said, bringing what Oliver described to a precise name. "It's going to be complicated, but not impossible."

The profiling method of the BAU team is very similar to this algorithm. By studying actual cases and the regular phenomena and conclusions drawn from these cases by the predecessors, the different situations of the crime scene and the murderer are included in these phenomena and conclusions for reorganization analysis. Even though in most of the profiles the conclusion about the murderer comes to mind almost instantly, in fact it is the result of repeated thinking, and the brain automatically accelerates and seals up the process of unnecessary memory.

But if you want to destroy a thousand targets in one minute like Hydra, such a big project is definitely not something that the human brain can complete, and neither can Dr. Reid with an IQ of 1!