Super Detective in the Fictional World

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New York was still gloomy the next day, and there was still a light rain in the sky.

Frank was hitting the sandbag in the training room in the house, and the doorbell rang.

Going to open the door of the room, Puncher, still dressed in a gray and black hoodie, stood at the door and raised the big brown paper bag in his hand as a gesture: "Let's eat together?"

Frank turned sideways, letting the doorway open: "I've eaten it."

Luke walked into the door: "Would you like me to leave you a bit for lunch?"

Frank just shook his head, closed the door, and they sat back on the living room sofa.

Luke took a cheeseburger out of the big paper bag and took a bite: "How is the rest?"

Frank: "OK."

Luke reached out and touched the remote on the coffee table, pressed the button, and the window immediately turned into a single-sided state.

Throwing away the remote control, he took out a mobile phone from his backpack and threw it to Frank: "The inside is the general situation, you have to look first. If it's OK, we can start the preliminary preparations."

Frank took the phone, found an Action Plan file on his desktop, and opened it.

Luke was beside him unhurriedly, finished eating a burger, picked up another, and ate five in one breath before stopping.

Frank just browsed through the documents and looked up at him: "Are you sure we want to protect the citizens in Manhattan, New York, and plan how to resist tens of thousands of enemies. They also have fighters far beyond the F4, and conservatively estimate more than 500 aircraft, and ... well, an unknown number of spacecraft carriers? "

Luke nodded as usual: "Yes."

For a moment, Frank decided to ask a little more clearly: "What is an air carrier? An aircraft carrier?"

Luke nodded calmly again: "That's what it means. They can fly into the sky and release a lot of fighters and soldiers."

With Frank's calmness, he now wants to hit people a little bit: "Are you sure, you're not talking about science fiction movies? Where is the sky mother ship on earth!"

Even if the United States claims to be the world's first scientific research strength, there is no news of such equipment.

It is now nonsense to say that someone is going to attack Manhattan with this kind of thing, and there are more than one ship.

Luke thought about it and took out another cheeseburger and took a bite: "Well, SHIELD may have one."

"Uh ... what?" Frank looked shocked. "They still have this kind of thing?"

Luke: "Maybe it is, at least technically possible."

Frank didn't snor again, his eyes flickered.

Luke didn't urge him, and continued eating his cheeseburger.

This incredible thing, even dear Uncle Frank, will take time to accept, otherwise he is not Earth.

After a while, Frank got up, walked over to the refrigerator, took a bottle of mineral water and returned, took a sip.

After a moment of silence, he asked: "So you're looking for me?"

Luke clapped the hamburger residue: "Otherwise. Ordinary opponents don't need to have a superhero team to perform this special combat mission."

Frank thought about this for a while and thought of it.

How could Batman be willing to be a minion if he didn't face such a terrifying opponent and let him command.

You know, he and Batman never knew each other.

It is not absolutely necessary, how can the other person give his life to a stranger.

As for why to find him, the reason is simple.

The opponent needs a commander who can find the enemy's loopholes and defeat in one fell swoop.

He needs to lead the superhero squad for an action similar to beheading tactics.

Otherwise, even if there are more than ten superheroes under his command, it will not be possible to compete with tens of thousands of opponents who still have complete air control and win.

Once exposed, the opponent mobilizes a little soldier and firepower, and they can be slagged. No superhero is useless.

Special operations is not an artifact, instead it is always a huge adventure.

With one small mistake, the soldiers will be wiped out.

Not to mention that the opponent is not a weak chicken, but an army with super strong technology, which will only further reduce the survival probability of the team.

He pondered, looking at Luke: "What about the specific information? The distribution of the other person's weapon personnel, I need these things."

Luke finally smiled bitterly and spread his hand: "This is the problem."

There was a bad feeling in Frank's mind: "What do you mean?"

Luke: "I have given you all the information about the other party. If you have to add a little explanation, you can understand them as ... alien fleet."

Frank eyes widened: "what?"

He didn't expect to get such a nonsense answer.

Luke reaffirmed: "Yes, they are an alien fleet capable of space navigation, and they are by no means recruits."

"Malaga!" Frank finally spit out the vulgar words.

...

It wasn't long before Luke took Frank out of the makeshift shelter and headed for the real combat center.

The combat center is located on the outskirts of North Bergen, New Jersey, where the Elena Academy is located.

However, the distance between the two east and west is quite far, and the combat center is closer to Manhattan.

Luke started building this place a few months ago.

It was originally a mechanical processing plant. After being acquired by Luke with a vest ID as its new boss, it had been under construction for a month.

But before it was reopened, the capital chain was announced to be broken and construction could not be continued for the time being.

After eating a large amount of machinery and raw materials, the factory entered a state of shutdown and production.

However, the new boss did not declare bankruptcy, so even if the factory site was not started, there were very professional security guards.

Those security guards are familiar to Mr. Riddle, a person who occasionally enters and exits here.

Today, Mr. Riddle brings a new face to Mr. Hammer-Smith and tells Security that this is the new factory director who is responsible for maintaining everything here ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ In other words, "Hammersmith" is the head boss of four security.

Looking at the face of the poker card, he just nodded slightly, and turned away from the new boss. The four security guards all had a kind of bad premonition: The blacksmith didn't look well with him.

Fortunately, Mr. Riddle was always so understanding, and the security team leader took a few words to explain.

The main point is that Mr. Smith is just a bit old-fashioned. As long as they follow the command, they will be fine.

Security employment contracts will last at least one year, and if they perform well they may be replaced by long-term contracts of three to five years.

The security guards were slightly relieved.

Compared to the heart-wrenching New York, apart from being a little boring here in North Bergen, life is still very comfortable, and the security salary is also very good.

And if you lose this job, you will only know if there is such a good treatment next time.