League of Legends

Chapter 22 Intercontinental Hotel

Baker's eyes narrowed slightly.

March 1991, 3, object Stark security convoy?

It's not what I had in mind.

Baker thought so.

Perhaps on the originating earth, March 21 just means [International Day for the Elimination of Racial Discrimination].

But here, in addition to the [International Day for the Elimination of Racial Discrimination] expressed on March 21, another thing happened.

Even, the impact of this incident is far greater than that on March 1960, 3, in Sharpeville, South Africa, the police shot and killed 21 people who participated in a peaceful demonstration against the apartheid [pass] law. .

The day when the chairman of Stark Industries, Howard Stark, and his wife, Maria Stark, were killed in a car accident because of brake failure.

Of course.

This is the official statement from the Federation. After all, on the same day, the security team that was originally responsible for protecting Howard Stark and his wife encountered a hot hand on the road. The Starks left the security team alone to go on the road in order to leave as soon as possible.

then……

The car accident killed the person.

"This matter has the shadow of a textile factory?"

Baker clicked on the document, and frowned at the line about the client's information (false identity) written in it.

Is it him?

Baker thought of the computer incident in which he was hacked in the instant he connected to the Internet in the restaurant, and then thought of a person.

If it is that person, then his skills are indeed above the computer genius Kevin Mitnick.

The Internet is his back garden, even, for him, the Internet is his home.

He was loyal to Hydra during World War II, and was later recruited because of the Federation's [Paper Clip Project], and then uploaded his consciousness to the Internet after getting cancer, and obtained Dr. Arnim Zola, an alternative immortal Hydra.

but……

It doesn't make sense.

Baker rubbed his chin. If it is really Hydra, there is no reason to assassinate Howard Stark. The matter needs to use the power of the textile factory, because in this way, there will definitely be extra troubles.

Is it to blame?

Baker thought of this possibility, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, because if he used the textile factory, even if someone found out some clues in the future, he would only draw his attention to the textile factory. .

No one would doubt that on that day, at the same time, two different people would want to take the lives of Howard Stark and his wife.

As for why Dr. Zola wants to clear the data now?

I've always been afraid that he already knew about Sloan's death. After all, the network information is very developed these days, so after he knew that Sloan was dead, he monitored the network all the way. Once the characteristics of Sloan's notebook appeared on the Internet, he would You can know it at the first time, and then quickly clear the data inside.

And this trick is very high, because no one could have imagined that the intrusion speed of a hacker would be so fast, even the notebook of the legendary hacker Kevin Mitnick would not be able to stop Zola's intrusion.

only……

I'm afraid Zola didn't think about it, Gwen had a backup.

Haha.

The corner of Baker's mouth was slightly raised, and then he found six pieces of information about his assassination. After clicking delete, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The Hydra matter was a useless surprise, because even if Baker knew about it, he didn't think it would bring him much benefit.

but……

It is useless now, but it does not mean it will be useless in the future. There is a saying that even a scrap of straw has its uses.

and so.

Baker did not choose to delete this information, but unplugged the mobile hard disk, and then opened it with the tool in his hand and pointed it at the notebook.

The notebook instantly blurred, and within three seconds the blurred screen instantly turned to a black screen, and then black smoke came out of the notebook.

……

The Queen.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Three gunshots with silencers came from the depths of a small alley in the Queens District. A big Russian man held his throat and stumbled backwards. After hitting the wall, he fell down with a sob and powerlessness.

Bang!

Wesley, who had just been pinched by the big Russian man with both hands, fell to the ground, opened his mouth wide and coughed with his face bruised and bloody.

"Fake."

"Shet."

"Where did these people come from?"

Wesley turned over and sat down on the ground, gasping for breath, staring at the big Russian man leaning against the wall who was out of breath, with blood gushing from his throat like a small fountain, his heart burst into anger and mania.

After a while.

Wesley's ears moved slightly. Hearing the sound of footsteps not far away, he took a step forward, took out a magazine, a wallet and a mobile phone from the arms of the big Russian man, and then looked around. Then his eyes fell on a manhole cover not far away.

10 minute later.

"call."

"Hu, hu, hu!"

In the sewers of New York, which are accessible in all directions and can even be lived in, Wesley sat by the side and wiped the blood on his forehead with his palm to light up the cell phone he just took out from the big Russian man.

into the eye.

[Three hours from the effective time of Wesley Gibson's wanted arrest. 】

Behind this border is a number that is counting down.

"Waterfake."

Wesley's brows fluttered. A textile factory was destroyed just now. Where did this person come from now?

Wesley wiped his sweat and exited this interface, thinking to see if he could find some useful clues from other aspects.

Subsequently.

Wesley saw the icon that looked like the outside of the hotel.

Intercontinental Hotel?

what is this?

Wesley clicked on it suspiciously, only to find that the interface where he just announced his reward was the interface of the Intercontinental Hotel app.

Then Wesley noticed something else.

after an hour.

Wesley took out a hundred dollars from the big Russian man's wallet and handed it to the taxi driver, then got out of the car and looked up at the iron-shaped building in front of him.

Intercontinental Hotel.

The InterContinental Hotel at the intersection of Broadway and Fifth Avenue is a high-end hotel, a hotel that does not accept backpackers, and you cannot enter a hotel if you are not a hotel member.

The security guards on both sides of the hotel entrance glanced at Wesley who got out of the taxi, and then his eyes fell on Wesley's right waist covered by his leather jacket.

next second.

The two security guards looked away. Since the turn of the millennium, the number of assassins registered at the InterContinental Hotel is too large to be remembered without a computer.

Yes.

The criteria for the two security guards to judge whether they are members is very simple. It seems that people have robbed. Although it is not necessarily an assassin who has a gun these days, an assassin must have a gun.

Moreover.

If the person with the gun is not an assassin, even if he enters the hotel, he will be turned away by the management staff at the front desk.

Just when Wesley was about to step forward.

A black Honda stopped at the door, and a security guard standing on the right immediately took the black umbrella next to him and walked to the driver's door of the Honda.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moulton."

"..."

(End of this chapter)