Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

The journey back to New York from the port was dull and uneventful, and it was rare for Tony to be honest all the way; of course, the main reason was that John "Thunderbird" did not give a specific address this time.

The Indian descendant directed the driver to move forward and stop, gradually approaching the perceived residential area.

"The border area between Queens and Brooklyn is really a good place to hide people." Qian Qian, who was in the driver's seat, was controlling the car while looking at both sides of the road.

Even in broad daylight, there are fewer vehicles and fewer people on the streets here than in other places in New York; not to mention that there are young men and women in "avant-garde" clothes sitting in twos and threes at every alley entrance on both sides of the street.

These people are either black or white, and they are generally grouped according to their skin color. Their accents and attire are also very different. Perhaps the only thing they have in common is that they are all the type of people who can tell at a glance that they have no real business.

"Since real estate businessmen poured into Clinton District in large numbers, Hell's Kitchen is no longer the worst place in New York over the years. Many gangs have moved to Queens and Brooklyn. In order to compete for territory, there were outbreaks in previous years.

A massive gang war." Tony, who was sitting in the back seat, seemed to be thinking.

"Thunderbird" asked curiously: "You actually care about the changes in the gang?" When he looked back, he saw that the middle-aged playboy was reading from the script with a webpage projected on his mobile phone.

"This place is a mixed bag, with a large flow of people. The locals have long been accustomed to having one or two unfamiliar faces. As long as you don't cause trouble and don't infringe on the interests of local people, especially gangs, you won't be asked when you come, and you won't be investigated when you leave.

This kind of place is most suitable for providing a hiding place for fleeing people. It is not surprising that the 'Winter Soldier' ​​chose this place to hide."

The forward analysis is much more reliable. It is obvious that he has actually come into contact with people and things at the bottom of society.

"Is this here?" The car stopped under the guidance of "Thunderbird". This kind of old-fashioned apartment building was usually built in the early 20th century. It has a heavy and simple shape, and an all-steel fire-fighting system close to the exterior wall of the building.

The passage confirms the prosperity of American heavy industry in that era.

But today, this kind of building has become evidence of lagging infrastructure construction.

The shiny convertible sports car attracted a lot of overt and covert eyes, but all eyes were limited to observation, and no one came close. As Qiang said: don't ask when you come, don't check when you leave; and the back seat

Putting on that Mark armor that I don't know whether it is genuine or a high imitation can not only arouse curiosity, but also deter a certain type of special "curiosity".

"John and I will go up and take a look first. You are always ready to put on your battle armor and come up to support us."

Tony expressed dissatisfaction with the forward arrangement: "You want me to stay here and watch like a monkey?"

"You are not a monkey, you are our backup. If you are shy, you can pull up the hood of the car. By the way - stop waving a stack of Franklin buying news." He reminded me forward and ignored Tony's complaints.

, turned around and took "Thunderbird" into the apartment.

It's not that he deliberately teased Tony, but the current situation is here: if it is easy to find the room where the other party is hiding, it is not impossible to just let Iron Man fly out the window and break the window. But it's not like we haven't found the exact room yet.

The room.

Next, "Thunderbird" needs to further explore the environment inside the building and compare it with the picture he "sees" through the sensor to determine the room where the other party is hiding.

Do you let Iron Man walk into the building wearing a suit? It doesn’t matter whether the elevators and stairs of the old apartment building can bear the weight; or let the Mark Armor hover in the narrow passage of this old apartment building? Or let Tony risk his life?

The risk of being shot in the head by the "Winter Soldier" at any time, walking into the building without wearing a suit?

After much deliberation, all the above behaviors are either bad or bad. The best way is of course to let him stay in the car, euphemistically called: backup.

This kind of old-fashioned apartment building naturally does not have any access control. Even because of the image of "Thunderbird", an Indian man with a strong back and a stern expression, many people consciously stepped aside when they met head-on; the two of them traveled unobstructed and followed their feelings.

We arrived in front of a door on the third floor.

"Is this right here?" Xiang Qian asked John again for confirmation.

The Indian nodded slightly stiffly, and it was obvious that he was a little nervous; along the way, he had already acquired a lot of historical knowledge about the "Winter Soldier", and he was about to fight a world-class terrifying assassin, so he was not nervous.

It's fake.

"What should we do next? The other party must already know that we are coming." John's voice was a little stiff.

Qianqian remained silent and glanced at the room from his soul perspective. Suddenly he frowned slightly, "It seems something unexpected happened."

"What?"

"Wait a moment." He raised his hand and knocked on the door, as calmly as if he were visiting a neighbor.

There was no response from the door.

He raised his hand forward and knocked again, but there was still no sound behind the door.

"Sir, since we are here, it means we know you are inside." The forward soul perspective has already seen the person behind the door, "If you don't open the door, we will have to use violence to break the door; the final result will be no

If there is any difference, you will have to pay the landlord an extra amount of money to repair the door."

The silence behind the door lasted for a few more seconds, and then the door opened a crack from the inside. The face of a Latino man in his sixties appeared behind the anti-theft chain.

"Who are you?" The little old man looked forward warily.

Xiang Qian looked at the other party as well, and said: "It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is who you are? Judging from your appearance, your hands are intact, which does not fit the image of a 'Winter Soldier' ​​at all."

When he heard the name "Winter Soldier", the little old man's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously closed the door. Without giving the other party a chance, he kicked the door open, but the anti-theft chain had no effect at all.

"Why bother? I reminded you that closing the door won't solve the problem. It will only cost you extra money to repair the door." He stepped forward and stepped through the door.

"Thunderbird" looked around and saw no one in the corridor; from the moment he kicked the door forward, every door was closed.

People living at the bottom of society never lack survival wisdom.

In the room, he took a picture of the old man's face and sent it to Tony downstairs. He continued to chat with the old man: "I guess some of your neighbors have already called the police, and some have not called the police, but the report was given to this

There are certain people on the block who are more effective than the police."

"It doesn't matter. Whether it's the police or some 'powerful people in society', we should still have a few minutes to have in-depth exchanges." He pulled a chair forward and sat down, looking down at the little old man who fell to the ground.

Before the little old man could speak, Tony was already shouting on the communication channel: "Who is this old guy? Don't tell me this is the 'Winter Soldier'."

"Of course he is not; this old guy's level of force is enough to kill a chicken, let alone kill someone." Xiang Xiang said, "Check the identity information of this face, whether it was previously disclosed or on the S.H.I.E.L.D. server

Check everything that was just exposed here."

"So we haven't found the real owner..." Tony muttered on the other end and decisively turned off the communicator.

"Okay, now we can continue our conversation." Looking forward, the old man struggled to sit up, "Let's hurry up; your reaction just now shows that you know the 'Winter Soldier', and I also know that you were in

I met the Winter Soldier at the Marina de Vincennes. Tell me, where is he?"

The old man raised his eyelids for a glance, then lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

"Is there something wrong with you? You always like to do unnecessary things?" Xiang Qian frowned slightly, "Just now you closed the door and pretended to be dead, and now you refuse to answer questions. Do you think your current actions can give you

Does it bring any real benefits or changes to the situation?”

Perhaps because he was told what he meant, the little old man slowly raised his head and finally no longer avoided looking forward.

"A good start." Qian Qian nodded slightly, "I observed that there are no weapons in your room, and you do not hide poison in your mouth ready to commit suicide at any time; this shows that you do not intend to fight to the end, let alone give any

Hydra's thoughts of dying. Now that we have found you, you must not refuse to provide some useful information for the sake of your own future, right?"

"Why should I die for Hydra? For ideals? Who still believes this now?" The old man asked three times in a row, his face full of disdain, "Besides, I am just a cold storage manager, Hydra does not

It didn’t give me anything, and it wasn’t worth what I paid for.”

A cold storage keeper? A cold storage keeper who can contact the Winter Soldier?

Xiang Qiang suddenly became interested in this statement; when he was about to ask again, he heard a "crunch" sound of metal deformation coming from the window. When he turned around, he saw the Mark Armor taking off and levitating "hurriedly".

The steel structure blocking the fire escape continued to make deformation sounds.

Moving forward and opening the window, Tony adjusted his posture and flew sideways into the house.

As soon as he landed, he reported a series of information about the little old man in front of him.

"Díaz Enrique, originally from Argentina, has a PhD in biology from the University of Cambridge. His research focuses on biological cell damage and repair. After leaving Cambridge, he taught at Stanford University for a short time. There is no activity in the last twenty years in the public information.

Records; according to SHIELD information, he was recruited from 1987 and joined SHIELD's scientific research department to the present day."

"Ph.D. in Biology?" Xiang Xiang pretended to be amazed, "Is the competition for workers so fierce now? Does a cold storage manager also require a PhD?"