The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 48 Hydra

"That's it"

Grant Ward nodded and asked again: "So can you describe what you did in the motel? Can anyone prove where you are?"

Li Ang frowned and thought for a while before saying, "Uh, I remember when I went back, the owner of the motel happened to be watching a reality show about decoration at the counter, and I chatted with him for a while, he should I can prove it. After I went back to the room, I mopped the floor first, and then I hid under the covers and started watching the CBS TV talk show. I didn’t take a taxi until Domingo, Christina’s father, called me.”

While Li Ang was narrating, Grant kept writing something on the paper form, and glanced at the other party from the corner of his eye from time to time, "Well, the tax payment records here show that you recently bought a Williams Manor in the suburbs, and you The money used to buy the property was won from the casino?"

"Yes, maybe I'm lucky." Li Ang said anxiously, "Is there any problem?"

Grant waved his hand, sighed and said, "No problem, I'm just curious about your luck in gambling. Not everyone can win millions in casinos. Hard-working wage earners like me."

Seeing his subordinates' thinking go astray, Phil Gerson coughed, and then asked, "By the way, Mr. Li Ang, since you won so much money, why do you still stay here as a volunteer? Aren't you going to take refuge in the mainland of America like other rich people in Gotham City?"

Li Ang hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the blue and white volunteer uniform he was wearing and said: "Uh, I prefer this feeling of helping others, and to be honest, if a high school student in the United States has ever worked in a non-profit public welfare organization Work experience, written in the resume, is more likely to be admitted to the Ivy League when graduating from high school."

Grant looked at the appearance of the other party who was obviously still a teenager, and said quite speechlessly: "Well, I really can't understand the way of thinking of you rich people."

Li Ang asked curiously and apprehensively: "Well, can I ask why you came to Gotham? You don't come here for disaster relief, do you?"

"Of course not. We and the disaster relief team are both affiliated to the federal government, each performing its own duties and doing its own work." Phil Coulson closed the form in his hand and said, "You should also know that the recent We suspect that your friend Christina was involved in the raging Sapa family extermination case, and checking the people around her is also part of the investigation process."

"Impossible!" Li Ang frowned and said, "Aren't Christina and her friends all victims? Why are they suspected?"

Phil Coulson waved his hand to tell Li Ang to be calm, "The killer who killed all the adult males of the Sapa family let Christina and the others alone. According to regulations, such a major event with extremely bad social impact, Its investigation process is also extremely cumbersome and lengthy, and if she really has nothing to do with this matter, we will not wrong her."

Li Ang wanted to say something more, but Phil Coulson lost his patience and just said: "Thank you very much for your support of our investigation, if you have any other questions, we will call you again."

He nodded politely and signaled Grant to leave together. When the two reached the door of the Hall of Opportunities, Grant suddenly turned back and shook hands with Li Ang enthusiastically.
"I just came here to enjoy the gambling luck of the millionaire, and I hope to be favored by the goddess of luck when I go to the casino next time." Grant Ward said with a smile: "By the way, our homeland strategic defense attack and logistics support The name of the bureau is a bit long, if the initials of the English name are connected together, the abbreviation is SHIELD (SHIELD)”

Li Ang watched Grant's leaving back, glanced at his mouth indifferently, turned around and returned to volunteer work.

At this time, Phil and Grant, who had already walked out of the public school, went to the lunch shop across the street. Due to the impact of the hurricane, the fresh ingredients could not be delivered in time. Meals.

Phil ordered a bottle of mineral water, carefully cut the vegetarian sandwich with a knife, smeared mustard basil sauce on the corner, and asked without looking up: "What do you think? That young Chinese millionaire just now."

"I have a good sense of him, young, energetic, and helpful." Grant shrugged, chewing the cold French fries with the help of mineral water, and said with a puffy mouth: "What? You doubt him? I I checked the muscle texture while shaking hands, he is just a weak and ordinary high school symbiotic, and the alibi is quite reasonable."

"It's just too reasonable, isn't it?" Phil said calmly, "It's as if he knew someone would come to investigate."

"You are just too suspicious, Boss, everyone looks like a bad guy." Grant said helplessly: "The most urgent task now is to find out who the super criminal is the real culprit who slaughtered the Sapa family, mutants? That research institute?" A rebel mechanical life that ran out? A killer?"

Phil stirred the sandwich on the dinner plate uncertainly with his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "The traces at the scene and the autopsy report all show that the murderer used common Glock pistols, sharp sabers, and one-handed axes. They are extremely clean, sharp, cold and efficient. There are no more than a hundred in the entire federation, and one-third of them are on the S.H.I.E.L.D. monitoring list, and one-third are in special federal prisons."

"...the remaining third," Grant said in a low and hoarse voice, "is all in Hydra."

When Grant said three words, the clinking of spoons in the lunch shop was no longer so pleasant, and the dull and humid air froze a bit.

Hydra, or Hydra, this behemoth rising from the ruins of the empire has been lurking in human society for more than 70 years. It provokes international conflicts, murders leaders of small countries, triggers regional disputes and wars, and licks blood through chaos. I have been hiding in the dark to accumulate strength, waiting for the day when I will come out again.

According to the inside information of S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra has been recruiting troops in recent years, and the number of super-capable criminals it has recruited is unknown. The Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, which is the shield of the United States, has to resist Hydra. banner.

"I don't know if Hydra was involved behind this massacre, and the superhero of Gotham City, Batman, is alive or dead."

Phil Coulson let out a long sigh, pushed aside the thoroughly spoiled sandwich on the dinner plate, and kept rubbing the aching brows.

(End of this chapter)