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"So, that's what you mean?"
The brown-haired young man looked down at the short man in front of him, because of the dim light in the room, every dark shadow left on his face was like a hidden sharp knife.
"Don't rush to get angry, don't rush to get angry!" The short man tremblingly held his head, his face had already begun to show the beard and ears of a mouse, "There is still a remedy!"
He fell back to the dilapidated chair in the middle of the room, and quickly opened the courier website to search, "Just recover the courier before the other party signs for it, and replace it with the correct goods!"
Imagination is of course beautiful, but the conspicuous "signed for" on the page is the reality.
"Actually, the bunch of keys you sent out before is very old, and it affects its use. Why don't you change it..."
The short man looked at the screen and then at Salander, his voice trembling unconsciously, and his eyes kept glancing at another box on the table, "Just give me a little more time, and I will be able to restore it to your It looks like the original bunch of keys!"
"Is this the thing you mean?"
Salander slipped out the key the other party mentioned from the box.Although there are traces of wear and tear on this thing, the overall condition is far better than the string that Salander showed in the live broadcast room.
This is a counterfeit made by the person in front of him in order to mislead [staring], but the other party mistakenly kept the counterfeit and sent out the real one.
Salander's hand resting on the key slowly exerted force, and unexpectedly rolled this small object into a small lump.
The half-hidden door swung open inward as if it was suddenly disturbed by something, and the wooden door frame hit the wall inside the house, but it was obviously quiet outside, and there was not even a breath of wind.
The papers in the house were turned over one after another, and the vases and porcelain were crumbling one after another. Even the only computer in the house was covered with cracks.
"No, don't kill me!"
The short man's legs were completely limp, and he couldn't get up at all at this moment.Blood vessels bulged in his eyes, and scarlet blood dripped from the whites of his eyes, and it didn't take long for him to flow all over his face—this was an inevitable reaction when he suddenly faced high-intensity ultrasonic waves.
He knew who he was working with, and he also knew that the other party would broadcast live broadcasts of killing his kind every night.It was precisely because of this that he was even more afraid.
The short man watched Salander approaching step by step, his slender fingers clasped his neck tightly, and then slammed the back of his head against the wall.Huge pain and intense dizziness hit him the next moment, and he almost thought he was dead.
Twenty minutes later, the little man woke up in a messy room, and the terrifying partner had long since disappeared.
He stared at the bumpy red mark on his neck for a moment, not knowing what kind of shit luck he had to not follow in the footsteps of his hapless peers.
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Looking at the private single-family apartment building in the center of New York in front of him, Salander checked it again with the address given by [staring] in the live broadcast room.
—It fit perfectly.
Although there was a plan to make an unannounced visit to the other party and beat Sap by the way, I didn't expect this day to come so soon.
The monitors and face recognition devices at the door of the apartment building were operating normally. While keeping a close distance from them, Salend pulled up the collar of his clothes.
Although he was wearing the skin of Bruce Wayne, he still didn't want to be quickly noticed by the owner of the house.
The apartment looked extravagant, and it was obviously being maintained regularly, but it was a little less popular.
This made Salander have some doubts: Maybe this is indeed a property under the name of [staring], but has the other party really lived here recently?If I don't live here, how can I sign for the package?
After a short thought, he ruled out the option of directly entering to ask for something from the other party, and instead chose to hack the monitor at the entrance.
If someone really took the package away, the monitor must have shown it.
Salander patiently read most of the progress bar in the monitor, but still found nothing.Everything is normal, no one is near this luxurious but infrequently used apartment building.
and many more!
As if he suddenly realized something, he turned back the progress and magnified a certain area several times.Then, he saw an extremely small drone, and even more clearly saw the small khaki package on its back.
But why... the Stark Industries logo is printed on that drone?
Salander stared at the direction where the drone disappeared, but he didn't notice that there was a flash of gold and red flying behind him.
"Oh, Friday, I just want to say that Pepper has really gone too far recently." The man's hair was a little messy, his eyes were heavily bruised, his mind was running fast, but his most trusted personal secretary ordered him to return sleep at home!
"As for the connection between that anchor and the old bat, I'm only halfway through the calculation."
Yes, Tony Stark has been replaying that battle after learning the news of his defeat in the offensive and defensive battle in the live broadcast room on Friday.
It's not because he can't afford to lose.Tony Stark is certainly proud, but "failing" and "winning back" are always his indispensable qualities as an outstanding inventor.
If you want to review and analyze those things, analyzing those two data streams is an indispensable part.
They look absolutely different, yet share a certain core of similarity, and display an uncanny understanding in battle.
One is in charge of laying traps, the other is in charge of luring, and in the end it is a matter of course.This kind of tacit understanding is very common among partners who have cooperated for a long time, but what is not common is... one of the data Tony Stark can recognize with his eyes closed.
——That's an old bat!
That's right, that old bat who walks alone, doesn't give in, and can't even fully trust his adopted son!Such a person is bound to be impossible to cooperate with complete strangers!
Therefore, Tony Stark compared the figure of the anchor on Friday and Saturday with the information of the Zhenglian members on the Internet one by one, but the matching degree obtained was not high.
No, using "all" to describe it is actually not so appropriate.Wasn't there someone who matched 90.00% of the streamer before Friday?But... that person's name is Bruce Wayne.
Could it be that the old bat directed and acted out such a play?
When this idea came up, Tony Stark subconsciously searched for new arguments.
But just after the virtual screen was turned on, it was turned off mercilessly by Friday, "Sir, Miss Pepper said that you should rest now. It is not a healthy behavior to sleep without closing your eyes for sixty hours."
"Ha," Tony Stark got angry at the mention of this, "I'd rather not sleep a wink for 61 hours. If I had done this, the old bat wouldn't be able to hack a drone from me !"
"Reopen the virtual screen to me, I am the first authorized person. If I find another voucher related to the anchor and the old bat, I will—"
"Wait, step back a few tens of meters and zoom in on the person below us."
Tony Stark turned his gaze to the private apartment not far away, and the young man's back was instantly captured by his caramel-colored eyes.
Friday's voice sounded in the man's ear, "Sir, do you need me to compare it with Mr. Bruce Wayne's data?"
"No, I won't admit this outline is wrong."
Every word of Tony Stark seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth, he moved his eyes away from the young man, and glanced at the name of the apartment, "If I remember correctly, this place seems to be Old Bat's safehouse?"
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The author has something to say:
The next chapter will be updated on the evening of the 29th
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"So, that's what you mean?"
The brown-haired young man looked down at the short man in front of him, because of the dim light in the room, every dark shadow left on his face was like a hidden sharp knife.
"Don't rush to get angry, don't rush to get angry!" The short man tremblingly held his head, his face had already begun to show the beard and ears of a mouse, "There is still a remedy!"
He fell back to the dilapidated chair in the middle of the room, and quickly opened the courier website to search, "Just recover the courier before the other party signs for it, and replace it with the correct goods!"
Imagination is of course beautiful, but the conspicuous "signed for" on the page is the reality.
"Actually, the bunch of keys you sent out before is very old, and it affects its use. Why don't you change it..."
The short man looked at the screen and then at Salander, his voice trembling unconsciously, and his eyes kept glancing at another box on the table, "Just give me a little more time, and I will be able to restore it to your It looks like the original bunch of keys!"
"Is this the thing you mean?"
Salander slipped out the key the other party mentioned from the box.Although there are traces of wear and tear on this thing, the overall condition is far better than the string that Salander showed in the live broadcast room.
This is a counterfeit made by the person in front of him in order to mislead [staring], but the other party mistakenly kept the counterfeit and sent out the real one.
Salander's hand resting on the key slowly exerted force, and unexpectedly rolled this small object into a small lump.
The half-hidden door swung open inward as if it was suddenly disturbed by something, and the wooden door frame hit the wall inside the house, but it was obviously quiet outside, and there was not even a breath of wind.
The papers in the house were turned over one after another, and the vases and porcelain were crumbling one after another. Even the only computer in the house was covered with cracks.
"No, don't kill me!"
The short man's legs were completely limp, and he couldn't get up at all at this moment.Blood vessels bulged in his eyes, and scarlet blood dripped from the whites of his eyes, and it didn't take long for him to flow all over his face—this was an inevitable reaction when he suddenly faced high-intensity ultrasonic waves.
He knew who he was working with, and he also knew that the other party would broadcast live broadcasts of killing his kind every night.It was precisely because of this that he was even more afraid.
The short man watched Salander approaching step by step, his slender fingers clasped his neck tightly, and then slammed the back of his head against the wall.Huge pain and intense dizziness hit him the next moment, and he almost thought he was dead.
Twenty minutes later, the little man woke up in a messy room, and the terrifying partner had long since disappeared.
He stared at the bumpy red mark on his neck for a moment, not knowing what kind of shit luck he had to not follow in the footsteps of his hapless peers.
------
Looking at the private single-family apartment building in the center of New York in front of him, Salander checked it again with the address given by [staring] in the live broadcast room.
—It fit perfectly.
Although there was a plan to make an unannounced visit to the other party and beat Sap by the way, I didn't expect this day to come so soon.
The monitors and face recognition devices at the door of the apartment building were operating normally. While keeping a close distance from them, Salend pulled up the collar of his clothes.
Although he was wearing the skin of Bruce Wayne, he still didn't want to be quickly noticed by the owner of the house.
The apartment looked extravagant, and it was obviously being maintained regularly, but it was a little less popular.
This made Salander have some doubts: Maybe this is indeed a property under the name of [staring], but has the other party really lived here recently?If I don't live here, how can I sign for the package?
After a short thought, he ruled out the option of directly entering to ask for something from the other party, and instead chose to hack the monitor at the entrance.
If someone really took the package away, the monitor must have shown it.
Salander patiently read most of the progress bar in the monitor, but still found nothing.Everything is normal, no one is near this luxurious but infrequently used apartment building.
and many more!
As if he suddenly realized something, he turned back the progress and magnified a certain area several times.Then, he saw an extremely small drone, and even more clearly saw the small khaki package on its back.
But why... the Stark Industries logo is printed on that drone?
Salander stared at the direction where the drone disappeared, but he didn't notice that there was a flash of gold and red flying behind him.
"Oh, Friday, I just want to say that Pepper has really gone too far recently." The man's hair was a little messy, his eyes were heavily bruised, his mind was running fast, but his most trusted personal secretary ordered him to return sleep at home!
"As for the connection between that anchor and the old bat, I'm only halfway through the calculation."
Yes, Tony Stark has been replaying that battle after learning the news of his defeat in the offensive and defensive battle in the live broadcast room on Friday.
It's not because he can't afford to lose.Tony Stark is certainly proud, but "failing" and "winning back" are always his indispensable qualities as an outstanding inventor.
If you want to review and analyze those things, analyzing those two data streams is an indispensable part.
They look absolutely different, yet share a certain core of similarity, and display an uncanny understanding in battle.
One is in charge of laying traps, the other is in charge of luring, and in the end it is a matter of course.This kind of tacit understanding is very common among partners who have cooperated for a long time, but what is not common is... one of the data Tony Stark can recognize with his eyes closed.
——That's an old bat!
That's right, that old bat who walks alone, doesn't give in, and can't even fully trust his adopted son!Such a person is bound to be impossible to cooperate with complete strangers!
Therefore, Tony Stark compared the figure of the anchor on Friday and Saturday with the information of the Zhenglian members on the Internet one by one, but the matching degree obtained was not high.
No, using "all" to describe it is actually not so appropriate.Wasn't there someone who matched 90.00% of the streamer before Friday?But... that person's name is Bruce Wayne.
Could it be that the old bat directed and acted out such a play?
When this idea came up, Tony Stark subconsciously searched for new arguments.
But just after the virtual screen was turned on, it was turned off mercilessly by Friday, "Sir, Miss Pepper said that you should rest now. It is not a healthy behavior to sleep without closing your eyes for sixty hours."
"Ha," Tony Stark got angry at the mention of this, "I'd rather not sleep a wink for 61 hours. If I had done this, the old bat wouldn't be able to hack a drone from me !"
"Reopen the virtual screen to me, I am the first authorized person. If I find another voucher related to the anchor and the old bat, I will—"
"Wait, step back a few tens of meters and zoom in on the person below us."
Tony Stark turned his gaze to the private apartment not far away, and the young man's back was instantly captured by his caramel-colored eyes.
Friday's voice sounded in the man's ear, "Sir, do you need me to compare it with Mr. Bruce Wayne's data?"
"No, I won't admit this outline is wrong."
Every word of Tony Stark seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth, he moved his eyes away from the young man, and glanced at the name of the apartment, "If I remember correctly, this place seems to be Old Bat's safehouse?"
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The author has something to say:
The next chapter will be updated on the evening of the 29th
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