Three-stream detection simulator

Hercule was sitting in a Wayne Enterprises laboratory in New York, checking the morning news while waiting for Peter Parker to design his uniform.

Peter is smart and talented and will most likely have a career in science in the future. Although at first the laboratory manager stared at Hercule's too-long clothes, the Hibbeda in his pocket, and the uneaten half sandwich in Peter's schoolbag with doubtful eyes, he wanted to give this big A little popular science about experimental safety and instrument usage, but after Peter spent ten minutes figuring out the materials science topic they were studying and having a clear chat with the administrator, the other person relaxed and allowed them to move freely——

But Hercule still had to take off his coat and put on a white coat provided by a professional.

Hibida was not allowed to enter, but could only sit and guard at the door. Since detectives expressed concern for the cat, administrators provided it with a chair and a cellphone playing Tom and Jerry.

The detective originally thought he could spend a weekend in the laboratory. Peter had already decided on his code name "Spider-Man". The question was what color Spider-Man should wear. Hercule thought that black, which was the same as the raw material, was the easiest, and the laboratory manager also suggested that he choose black. However, Peter held it in for a long time and asked in a low voice:

"Have I ever said that I actually prefer Iron Man to Batman?"

Hercule and the administrator looked at each other. The latter shrugged and left the laboratory, expressing his position clearly. The former said nonchalantly after the rest of the crowd left: "Of course you can change to warm colors. But gold Isn’t the red Kevlar too eye-catching?”

Peter couldn't deny it, so he turned over the palette with a sad face.

"What about red and blue?" After a while, Peter asked, "Would it be better than Iron Man's classic tin can color scheme?"

Hercule mused: "This reminds me of another...many other superheroes."

Superman is definitely red and blue, and Captain America is a bit too.

From this point of view, the red and blue Spider-Man will definitely have great achievements in the future.

Peter had different opinions. He twitched the corner of his mouth and complained: "I feel like a Korean idol artist who is choosing a supporting color."

Having said that, he still ticked the red and blue color scheme.

Not long after, Hercule received a strange phone call. Opposite was a serious-sounding woman who called herself "Cavalry" and was a senior executive of SHIELD. She took control of the situation after the director disappeared. She was more straightforward than Fury, and confessed the current situation almost without giving Hercule time to react:

"The top personnel of SHIELD are either missing or dead. The killer also attacked the agent academy we use to train new recruits. Now it has been temporarily closed and everyone is under supervision. I suspect there are enemies from SHIELD. "But to be honest, we didn't see any special connection between the dead."

"I informed the Avengers before calling you, but they recommended Hercule Hugo to me, saying professional jobs should be handled by professionals. I've heard some of your deeds, maybe you don't Will it disappoint us?"

Hercule did not make any guarantee, and only said: "It's hard to say, madam, I need to know the identity of the deceased. Should I go to the scene and have a look, or will you send me the information?"

"Come here, I'll have someone pick you up. There's a little chaos here." "Cavalry" said, "And about the reward for this commission... I heard that you have a masked vigilante assistant by your side? He must need it. A suitable set of equipment. Which do you prefer between high-end materials and money?”

She flipped through Hercule's information and added: "I don't have any Michelin five-star restaurant tables on hand that can be transferred."

"...He is not my assistant, but a qualified independent superhero." Hercule raised his eyebrows and said, "In addition, I prefer the most unpretentious money, considering that SHIELD does not know that I have To address the needs of 'Spider-Man', you don't have to take the information about me too seriously, it's probably out of date."

"Tsk, okay, you also know that we have limited manpower now."

A bracket was added to the photo of the masked Peter taken when the 'cavalry' went to Florida, and a note was written inside: The suspected codename is Spider-Man.

Hercule on the other side hung up the phone.

Next to him, Peter clutched the uniform materials on the desk in embarrassment: "Why do you still mention my name?"

"This way SHIELD will remember you and won't cause trouble easily. You know, even Superman was fined for violating flight regulations at the beginning."

Hercule looked at the time and decided to go downstairs and wait for SHIELD's special car.

"Don't worry, Mr. Parker, I believe you will do something great."

He patted the young man's shoulder, and without waiting for Peter to answer, he picked up the coat and newspaper next to him and walked quickly to the stairwell. The moment he opened the door, the black cat humanely pressed the pause button on the phone, and then jumped on the detective's shoulder.

The person who came to pick him up was an ordinary agent. He was young and plain-looking. He seemed a little nervous while driving. Such emotions are rare to see on the faces of trained people. There must be a big problem within SHIELD.

Seeing the agent's eyes frequently looking in the rearview mirror, and once almost running a red light, Hercule took the initiative to lighten the mood and asked: "Sir, do you know why the 'cavalry' came to me? "

The agent was startled and reacted for a few seconds before saying: "As far as I know, this was a joint decision made by the cabinet... because you solved the Joker, and we suspected that there was a connection between the Joker and Hydra."

The detective used his extremely high control ability to avoid making other expressions: "In other words, combined with the clown's attack on the headquarters of the Eye of the Sky some time ago, do you think it was the same group of people who broke into S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"It could even be the same person."

The agent said bluntly, "We went to ask Batman, but he only guaranteed that the Joker would stay in Arkham, but refused to testify about his whereabouts."

"..." Hercule said, "A unique idea."

The agent heard something was wrong in his voice and frowned: "I heard that you have a good relationship with Batman. You just walked out of the Wayne Group's laboratory, right? But as a detective, in order to protect your friends, you will ignore everything. Both possibilities are wrong. With all due respect, although you have talent in this area, you still need more experience to polish it.”

Hercule suddenly asked: "What is your name?"

"Max Hume," the agent replied, "but you know that's not a real name, and my classified security level is five."

"Mr. Sart Hu." Hercule thoughtfully used a rare way of addressing him, "You reminded me that there are still agents as capable as you in S.H.I.E.L.D. How many?"

Hume thought for a while and said, "You're asking me about our manpower when facing an attack? In fact, there are many. SHIELD has two permanent action teams and a special mobile team in Washington. There are no agents stationed at the Secret Service Academy. But every teacher and student is reliable. The operational headquarters where the killer broke into is the most dangerous place. It contains our database and the most advanced weapons and equipment, and the defense is extremely strict. If it hadn't been for this accident, I thought the 'center' would never have been there. will be breached."

Hercule: "That doesn't sound very reliable either."

Hume: "What did you say?"

"I mean, I sympathize deeply with what you're going through." The detective said without changing his expression, "So now you generally think that the clown did it?"

"That's not true. More people think it's Hydra, but there's no denying the possibility that Hydra is on the same side as the Joker. The war between S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra can be traced back to the time of Captain America, and even more Early on, they have always planned to conquer the world and carry out terrorist activities around the world..."

"Wise Mr. Hume." Hercule interrupted the agent's nervous introduction, "Have you been warned of an attack before setting off? I noticed that you always pay attention to your behind rather than in front of you. The traffic police said You are starting to have opinions."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Hume couldn't help but glance at the rearview mirror, "As I just said, you and Batman caught the Joker, and it is said that there is a group of deep-hidden opponents. As the driver, I We will take you to the landing pad of the SHIELD armed transport aircraft and are also responsible for protecting your safety on this journey.”

Fury knew that Hercule raised an element-devouring beast, but the agent obviously didn't understand this. Either the senior agents who were qualified to know about this were all dead or missing, or there was something wrong with Hume. Another possibility was that Fury didn't share this information at all.

Hearing this, Hercule rubbed the cat's head twice without saying anything else.

This time it was Hume's turn to ask questions. He asked shyly and curiously: "Why do you want to call me Mr. Sart Hu? In fact, just call me Max."

"..." Hercule said, "This is just a little bit of my personal quirks, do you mind?"

"No, you can call it whatever you want, but this kind of compliment is too straightforward, haha, I'm a little embarrassed."

"How could it be? I must emphasize again, wise Mr. Hume, you are truly worthy of your reputation."

The rest of the trip was spent in business exchanges. The S.H.I.E.L.D.’s special vehicle named ‘BUS’ was originally a Boeing C-17 and is widely used in the United States, the United Kingdom, Australia and other countries. In addition to the pilot and co-pilot and Agent Hume, two more agents of the same level as Hume followed Hercule to the Tri-Wing of SHIELD headquarters as crew members and combat preparers.

The detective is very talkative today. He was full of praise for SHIELD's high-tech equipment, saying, 'These gadgets are more practical than sending agents.' The other two agents looked at each other, feeling that there was something in Hercule's words, but the resourceful Agent Hume, who had been given a new name, assured them that the detective was easy to get along with.

In theory, it only takes an hour for a passenger plane to arrive at SHIELD headquarters from New York, and Airbus will only be faster. Hercule had no intention of doing anything else on the road. This plane was surprisingly large, with two levels, upper and lower. It could usually carry tanks and armed helicopters, but now it seemed empty.

Several people chatted and laughed from time to time. Agent Hume played some soothing music. The other two fully armed agents were also very relaxed. After all, they were in the air now, and there were relatively few flying enemies. Even if there were any, Can be detected quickly by radar.

No one thought that the trip to the Tri-Wing would be accidental, and everyone believed that the most dangerous route to the airport from downtown New York was over.

However, surprises are always unexpected.

Half an hour after the plane started, an agent went to the water area to get a glass of water. After he came back, his expression didn't feel right, and he always reached out to rub his belly. A few minutes later, he greeted his companion and said, "I have to go to the toilet."

Hercule looked up.

A second, unnamed agent also felt something was wrong. He frowned slightly and signaled Agent Hume to stay where he was: "I'm going to check the drinking water area. Mr. Hugo, please fasten your seat belt where you are. Agent Hume, get ready for battle."

Hercule waited for him to go away and asked Agent Hume: "Don't SHIELD have small fighter jets? Why, including the pilot, are there only six of us flying in an Airbus?"

Hume: "As far as I know, it's because we also need to transport a batch of military materials to the Tri-Flat Wing at the same time. They are currently installed in

He was getting nervous again, and Hercule noticed a slight sweat stain on the handle of the SHIELD pistol he was holding.

"Who told you?"

"Notice from above." The agent looked around vigilantly and took the time to answer the detective, "I don't have enough confidentiality level, I only know so much."

Hercule sat there calmly, drank all the hot water in the tea cup in front of him, put down the cup and said, "Is there a way to the upper level of the warehouse?"

"Yes, but generally speaking we can't..." At this time, Agent Hume's voice suddenly changed and he shouted loudly, "Get down!"

He pulled Hercule hard, squatted down neatly using the back of the seat as a cover, and then fired tentatively. Before he could pull the trigger, there was a rhythmic sound of gunfire from further distance. Hume took a sharp breath, subconsciously looked back at the detective, and said: "There are a lot of enemies. We have to wait for reinforcements to come... …”

He quickly remembered that this was in the air. Where did the reinforcements come from?

Hercule remained silent, only stroking Hibida's back. After a while, he asked: "What is the probability of an Airbus crash?"

"It depends on whether the people sent from the other side are death squads or ordinary killers or mercenaries." Hume's face turned pale. "You hide here, I have to go to the front to take a look."

He hurriedly bent down and stood up, approaching the other end of the cabin as carefully as possible. Hercule slapped Hibida on the hip and whispered: "Follow him, Mr. Hibida."

The black cat quickly stood up straight and trotted under the seat with more dexterity than an agent.

The gunfire in the distance paused for a moment.

Before Hume could relax, the plane began to shake violently, and alarms sounded one after another, making people's ears hurt. Hume held on to the door handle to maintain his balance, and kept his gun pointed forward with his other hand, but a few seconds later, he saw his enemy.

The opponent's whole body was wrapped in cold silver armor, and he was holding an RPG in his hand, which was the latest model within SHIELD.

Agent Hume was almost dumbfounded. His two colleagues were nowhere to be seen, and the cabin was a mess, with bullet marks, battle marks and blood stains everywhere. Hume fired two bullets at the armor. As expected, it had no effect. In addition, the fire extinguishing device and anesthetic gas in the plane also hit his teammates for some reason. The agent crawled on the ground and groped for gas protection. Mask, his movements became weaker and weaker, and his heart was filled with despair.

As a result, the enemy ignored him and didn't even pause when passing by him, moving forward slowly step by step.

——Its target is Hercule Hugo!

Of course Agent Hume was aware of this, but he couldn't do anything. He could only watch helplessly as the howitzer penetrated the isolation door blocked in front. The recoil it produced did not even make the carrier shake even a little. The armor It actually has an auto-loading function.

After the isolation door opened, the man in metal armor took out a submachine gun from his waist with his other hand. His arm strength was astonishing and he fired at the same time. It could be called a mobile weapons platform, regardless of whether there was anyone in front of it.

Agent Hume finally found the gas mask. He put it on his face and closed his eyes tightly, but unexpectedly he heard a hoarse sound coming from behind that sounded like a cat but not a cat. The plane was still shaking violently, and he suddenly came back to his senses. He thought that the pilot might have encountered an accident. Fortunately, SHIELD agents had received training in flying airplanes. He gritted his teeth and stood up, speeding up and running towards the direction. cockpit.

There was a sharp and piercing sound of metal collision behind him. If Hume turned around at this time, he could see countless tentacles about the same thickness as a howitzer wrapped around the outer edge of the armor. The bodies of ordinary people have long been torn apart by the huge force of the element-eating beast, and the metal armor has only sunk slightly. The two non-human beings wrestled in the narrow corridor, each time making cone-shaped pits on the ground, and the sound of violent collisions was endless.

But Hibida was better after all. Half of its tentacles wrapped around the armored man's head, while the other half twisted its upper body and exerted force in two opposite directions. Its sharp claws clasped firmly on the opponent's chest, leaving five scars deep enough to see the inner structure.

Even so, the armored man still did not stop attacking. Its body was fixed between the tentacles, and its neck was about to be broken in two. It was making an ominous crunching sound. However, its hands were the hardest, just to break away from Hibi. Da's imprisonment, he struggled to lift it up little by little, and aimed another muzzle at Hercule who was already in range:

"Boo——"