Black Light Virus in Marvel

Chapter 30 Coordinates
The next day, in the Strategic Science Corps.

As soon as Philip returned to the headquarters, he immediately walked into the office, searched out all the documents, and put them on the desk one by one.

"Howard Stark."

"John McGinnis."

"Soviet Union, Leviathan."

"Battle of Fino, Ernst Müller."

Looking at the information on the table, four extremely conspicuous nouns flickered back and forth in Philip's sight, and he felt that there seemed to be even more unknown secrets hidden in these clues.

"Compared to the US Army's intelligence agency, Ernst's words seem to be more trustworthy, and now, General McGinnis has passed away, Ernst said Stark Industries again..."

Thinking of this, Philip immediately called Jack in and asked, "I heard that Howard has returned to New York City?"

"Yes." Jack nodded: "After all, the invention he said was stolen has become a fact, and the charges of treason have also been cleared accordingly, so he returned to New York immediately."

"Very good." Philip immediately ordered to Jack: "You immediately take someone to Howard, ask him to come and cooperate with the questioning, and tell him that it is related to the Battle of Fino."

...

soon.

Howard Stark, the head of Stark Industries, was brought in front of Philip, along with Leon, Rogers and a group of people.

"Since they are all here, let's all sit down and listen, and be a witness."

After finishing speaking, Philip handed a stack of documents about the Battle of Fino to Howard, and said, "Tell me, everything about the Battle of Fino, why did you find your Stark Industries on the battlefield of the Battle of Fino?" Tag of."

"I admit that the Soviets who died in the Battle of Fino were indeed caused by the products I invented." Howard nodded and admitted the facts without hesitation, and said to Philip: "It's just that the real situation of the Battle of Fino , may make you feel unbelievable."

"Before the Battle of Fino, General McGinnis asked me many times to invent a special gas that could keep soldiers up for days and nights, but in the end it failed and instead produced a nerve gas .”

"After the experiment failed, General McGinnis ordered my laboratory to be copied, and all my research samples and reports were taken away. After taking these things away, the Battle of Fino took place."

"I also went to see it after the Battle of Fino. After seeing the death of those Soviets, I understood that General McGinnis put the poisonous gas that was accidentally produced on Fino."

After listening to Howard's words, apart from Loon and the others who knew the inside story in advance, Philip, Jack, and Sartre all had expressions of shock on their faces.

"According to that."

Sartre on the side said contemplatively: "According to the information we have obtained, those Leviathan agents we captured had already died in the Battle of Fino, but now they appear here alive, so can we imagine Is there some kind of connection between Leviathan and Fino? More intuitively, are there any survivors in the Battle of Fino? And these survivors formed Leviathan and stole Howard's invention for revenge? "

As Sartre's voice fell to the ground, Lo Ang and the others couldn't help but look over.

At this moment, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and Kominsky walked in with a face of joy: "Director, the seized machine has started to move, and an encrypted message has just been transmitted."

"How is the deciphering work going?" Philip asked Kominsky as he walked out of the office.

"It's not going well." Kominsky shook his head: "We have already contacted the National Intelligence Agency and asked them to send someone from the deciphering department to support the deciphering work."

"How long will it take to arrive?"

"Already on the way." Kominsky looked down at his watch: "It should be another 15 minutes."

An hour later, the intelligence room.

"This is obviously not a German cipher, otherwise it would have been successfully solved with the Turing cracking method."

"Then what method do you think can solve this message?" Frowning Philip looked at Pike who came to support the deciphering work. To be honest, he no longer had any hope for this guy, because no matter how he looked at it, This guy is like a half bucket of water.

Under Philip's questioning, Pyle could not give any answer. In desperation, he had to ask for help from the book on the side, but before he could open it, he was snatched away by Jack and threw it on the ground: "This broken book You have read the book no less than ten times, but what is the method?"

"Listen." Maybe it was too tight, Pyle stood up suddenly, and said to the people present: "It may be difficult for you people to understand the work of deciphering, it is impossible for me to extract a confession from the code, let alone Impossible to shoot at it."

But before he finished speaking, Jack pushed it back on the seat, and said fiercely: "Really? As far as I know, these two methods are the most useful for people like you who sit in an office."

Just at this time, Luo Ang, who was leaning on the side to "close his eyes and rest his mind", slowly walked over, reached out and picked up the encrypted message placed on the table, although he was indifferent to the message before, it was because he absorbed There are too many memories. Although the layered processing has been carried out, it takes time to search.

After glancing at the encrypted information on the paper, Loon immediately said: "I have seen this encryption method during World War II, using a very practical one-time military codebook."

"Do you think I haven't considered this?" Pyle gave Leon a disdainful look.

However, Loon completely ignored him, and said to Director Philip: "Actually, the original text of this codebook is in Russian, and the ones we use in various countries are all translated."

Philip first glanced at Pyle contemptuously, as if 'what's the use of asking you', then turned his head and asked Loon: "I don't want to hear too much, I just want to know one thing, can you Unpack this message."

Hearing this, Luo Ang stretched out his hand and pulled a blank piece of paper from the side, and after pretending to meditate for a while, he wrote while writing: "The content of the message is only one map coordinate—forty degrees and forty-two minutes north latitude, Longitude 42 degrees and one minute west, that's right, this is the coordinate."

As soon as the words fell, Sartre, who was standing on the other side, found the location indicated by the coordinates on the map, but his face looked a little strange: "The location pointed by these coordinates is exactly New York City, North District .”

"what?"

But just when Philip was wondering about the coordinates, an operator rushed in and said with a serious expression: "Chief Philip, a homicide occurred in a movie theater in the North District. The police station called and asked us to send someone to support."

(End of this chapter)