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Chapter 43 Tracking
The clone in the blue and black uniform rushed forward like a very hungry wolf, and every blow caused the airflow to violently turbulent.The two Peter Parkers were close to him, dodging and moving, their movements were fast and swift, as elusive as the wind.

The black-clothed clone grabbed Peter's sideways dodging moment, and spit out a slender spider silk from his fingertips.Peter retracted his lower abdomen almost reflexively, and the spider silk almost stuck to his stomach and shot the tree trunk behind him.

"What the hell, he can secrete spider silk from his fingers?" cried Peter. "Can you all do that?"

"I can't." Clone Peter lightly dodged a huge fist passing close to the tip of his nose, "This is his special debugging project, using the protein in his body to synthesize components similar to the spider silk sprayed by the spinneret."

"That's pretty cool." Peter rolled on the spot to avoid another spider web, and added, "It's also disgusting."

Clone Peter retreated, and the man in black chased after him.He missed all three punches in a row, and was still two or three steps away from Clone Peter, so he couldn't help but screamed in a low voice due to impatience.

"He's actually not a bad person. We talked about it when we were locked up." Clone Peter said.

"Yeah, judging from the way he wants to tear you apart, I guess you had a good relationship before." Peter stepped forward to support but also did not forget to sarcasm.

"That's just because he's unstable, he loses control and loses his mind a lot, which happens a lot in the lab. In fact, it was because of one of his out-of-control rampages that we had the opportunity to escape the facility."

"What you're saying doesn't seem to help unless you have some idea of ​​how to bring him back to his senses."

"Yes." Clone Peter stretched out his hand to push away the opponent's punch, "What do you usually do when the computer crashes?"

Peter reacted: "We... pat the chassis hard?"

"That's right, that's the plan." Clone Peter said, "Are you ready? I'm going to count down to three two one."

Perfect tacit understanding, perfect synergy.The two Spidermen each pushed away the punch from the other, and their figures were so synchronized that they squatted and jumped together in unimaginable fashion. The two Dragon Fists hit the guy in black's jaw hard at the same time like a rocket flying into the air.The black-clothed clone groaned and fell backwards, lying heavily on its back and falling to the ground.

Peter was pretty sure he landed on the back of his head first.

The clone in black lay there for about five or six seconds, then sat up slowly and shook his head.Peter took a step back vigilantly and put on a posture: "Does this mean we have another round? Or"

"No need, Peter, he's fine." Clone Peter stepped forward and helped the man in black stand up, "Kane, are you feeling alright?"

"I can't die." The clone in black supported his head, "but your fists are quite powerful."

"Kane? Do you all have a name?" Peter folded his arms.

Clone Peter glanced at him. "We were created with numbers. Until some guy in a suit showed up and gave us fake identities and fake names, like they wanted us to be super agents or something."

"So you have a name too?"

Clone Peter was silent for a moment.

"Ben." He nodded. "Ben Riley."

"The issue of identity can be discussed later, we have other important issues now." Kane gritted his teeth, his black fist clenched loudly, "We have to find the controller, before that lunatic creates more existences like us Stop him."

Ben Riley frowned: "No one knows where the controller is, and we don't know what to do"

"Don't lie to yourself, Ben, we know where he is," Kane said aloud. "You can feel it too, don't you? Something deep inside us...some gut tells us where he is, like An invisible spider's thread, along which we will find our Creator."

"There's no evidence that it's directing us to the Controller." Ben frowned, "It could or could just lead us into a trap, a trap that would be triggered once we escaped the lab. "

Kane took a step closer, his black mask and messy red hair making him look ghostly.

"You're just afraid of facing it." Kane said word by word, "And I'm not afraid. Now, I'm going to find the controller, whether you follow or not."

"Okay, okay, I'll go with you. It doesn't look like we guys have anywhere else to go anyway." Ben muttered twice, turning to Peter, "Are you coming?"

"Are you kidding?" Peter clenched his fist and punched his palm. "We're discussing a lot of my clones. Don't you think I can stand by?"

***
Two pairs of laser-guided micro-missiles swooped down, and the two watchtowers collapsed in flames. Michael, wearing black armor, jumped over the wall and rushed into the base facility where Whitehall was located.The Hydra soldiers in the square gathered quickly, and the automatic turrets dutifully poked their heads out to meet them. All troops were immediately mobilized towards the gate in an attempt to slow down the progress of the invaders.

Michael crossed his palms and opened his bow left and right. Pulse beams flew in his hands like lightsabers. High-explosive missiles tore apart the iron skin of the armored vehicle, rolled the body in flames and blew it seven or eight meters high. Incendiary bombs were flying in the infantry camp A large swath of flames exploded, and the Hydra soldiers covered in fire howled and rolled on the ground.

Whitehall's most capable deputy, Sunil Bakshi, was pacing anxiously in the command room at the moment, listening to the news that the defense line was continuously breached.He felt that the floor under his feet was constantly shaking with every explosion outside, and every sound made him suspect that the roof would collapse in the next moment.

"Isn't it alright?" He anxiously asked the experts who were working fast in front of the computer.

"You have to understand, Mr. Bakshi, that such a large-scale data destruction will take time." A sweaty expert said while working at the same time, "Mr. Whitehall hopes that all involved 'obelisks None of the Monument's data remains, and cannot be recovered in any form. We need time."

Bakshi turned to the correspondent on the other side: "Then tell the front line to hold me for a while longer."

The correspondent looked up helplessly: "Sir, that's the 'Black Knight'. He took down the entire Hydra by himself."

He didn't dare to finish, but the meaning has been expressed quite completely.

The guy outside single-handedly took down the entire Hydra, what can they do with so few people and such limited equipment?

The outer wall of the command room completely collapsed after ten seconds, and the blast from the outer side knocked several people including Bakshi to the ground.Tongues of blue flames sprayed from the back of the black armor slowly floated in, and the Hydra agents in the room quickly drew their guns to shoot at him.

Michael didn't even bother to look at them. The armor's intelligent assisted aiming system automatically locked the heads of each of them, and the Vulcan cannon on the left shoulder of the armor automatically popped up, basically shooting every Hydra agent in the room at the same time in no particular order. Michael didn't even lift a finger.

His gaze fell on Sunil Bakshi, who was blown to the ground by the blast. Shirley called the facial recognition system to confirm his identity before he gave the order, and displayed the detailed information in the form of a list in Michael's field of vision. corner of .

"It looks like I missed meeting Mr. Whitehall himself today." Michael landed and looked down at Bakshi, "but it's an honor to meet his deputy."

"Mr. Whitehall isn't here." Bakshi sneered, staring at his helmet, "he's a great man with even greater plans, one who can bring you down from your throne and put Hydra back to its proper place." It looks like a grand plan. But I had all the relevant data deleted before you came in, so you can't."

"If you're talking about the 'Obelisk', my artificial intelligence has already downloaded all the data in your hands 10 minutes ago." Michael said indifferently.

Bakshi was stunned: "What? No, that's impossible"

"I'm afraid this is the truth, Mr. Bakshi." Michael squatted down slowly, "As for you... I happen to have such a special ability user. Practice. I'm sure you'd love to practice with her."

Bakshi's eyes widened, "I'd rather die than tell anything about Mr. Whitehall."

"You misunderstood, Mr. Bakshi." Michael said lightly, "I said that I need some information from your mind, but I never said that I need to hear it from your mouth."

"My loyalty to Mr. Whitehall is absolutely unshakable, even if you use brainwashing methods"

"Sorry, wait a minute," Michael waved his hand, interrupting Bakshi's bold and loyal words, "but I have to answer this call."

Bakshi couldn't believe it: "What do you want?"

Michael ignored it, and stunned him with a low-power pulse cannon. At the same time, he connected the call through the display interface: "Wanda?"

"I'm... very sorry, Mr. Passo." Wanda's voice sounded full of apology, as if she didn't know what to say, "but we... um... she slipped out after only 2 minutes of not paying attention."

Michael raised his eyebrows.

"Shirley, can you activate the tracker on Miss Kronstasy for me?"

Wanda was surprised: "You installed a tracking device on her? Did you expect her to escape?"

"I have anticipated everything." A map of New York and a red dot marking the location of the cloned girl popped up in front of Michael, "Okay, let me handle this matter now, and you continue to wait for the next task."

Michael hung up the phone and ordered again: "Notify the nearest Tianjian troops and let them clean up the scene to collect teams and prisoners."

"Agent George Butler's team will be here in five minutes," Shirley said. "Now the plan is to track down that Miss Stacey, sir?"

Michael raised his right palm, and the sparks flying in the air cut out a circular spell portal along a neat arc.

"What else can I say? Young people are not easy to worry about. Sometimes we have to be more patient."

He walked into the portal, beckoned, and the ring closed behind him.

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