Marvel's Cultivator

At four o'clock, the already quiet Hell's Kitchen tonight was like a pool of stagnant water. The criminals who had planned to go out and do some work also chose to sleep early.

At this moment, a looming figure shuttled through the streets and alleys, it was Hawkeye.

He hid in an alley of the cafe during the day, secretly observing the apartment across the street. The dilapidated road has been cordoned off, the red boundary lights are blinking, and the surrounding environment is deadly silent. Occasionally he can hear In the deep alley came the drunkard's nonsense.

Since the target hadn't responded, Hawkeye decided to take the initiative to investigate.

He lowered his body and touched under a window sill of the apartment. The window was an old wooden pull-up window.

He stretched out his hand and tried it lightly, but the window was not locked. He gently lifted the window, looked left and right, looked inside again, and then climbed through the window and entered.

If you see someone with an open window in Hell's Kitchen, there are only two possibilities, a fierce local, or an unfamiliar outsider.

Merris was obviously the latter, but even so, Barton didn't dare to relax at all. He held on to the wall carefully. There was an old wooden table in front of him, but he didn't choose to step on the table, but jumped lightly. fell to the floor.

Because he doesn't know the condition of the table, if it is rotten, it will be bad if it is cracked by stepping on it, and a hole will be pierced.

There was no light in the room, so he turned on his night vision eyes and began to observe the room.

There are some strange characters written on the messy walls, there is no one on the bed, the quilts are stacked randomly, the books are piled up on the table in a mess, there is a pen without a cap on the side, and there are a few old books lying on the ground on the floor.

Looking at the messy room in front of him, Barton was not surprised. He stretched out his finger to wipe and rub the table.

The tabletop is still clean. In this old house that is prone to dust, it means that at least there were people there yesterday.

He drew a dagger in his left hand and a pistol in his right, and approached the door lightly.

Although he was more used to using a bow, in such a narrow apartment, the role of the bow would be severely limited, so he picked up a pistol that he was not used to.

The door was not locked, he gently pushed the door open, quickly dodged out, and looked around with the gun pointed.

There are also some weird characters written on the walls of the corridor, and the plaster walls are peeling off, which seems to be traces of nail scratches.

There is a fight here!Barton judged subconsciously.

In fact, his judgment was not wrong. The windows and the door were opened deliberately by Meris, in order to turn the intruding thief into his subordinates. Meris knew that Hell's Kitchen was a paradise for crime, so he did this.

But luckily, Meris had been caught, and Barton escaped the danger fortunately.

He quickly searched the entire apartment, and it was indeed empty. Although the water stains on the kitchen floor hadn't dried, it was indeed empty.

The books on the table are also common books in ordinary people's homes.

"Director, the target has disappeared, and there are no clues in the apartment except some characters." Barton turned on the headset and reported.

"Okay, Agent Patton, you retreat first, I will send someone to deal with the aftermath." Fury's helpless voice came from the headset.

Fury, who was sitting in the office, cut off the communication with boredom, picked up the side phone and dialed a number.

The phone was connected, and Coulson's elegant voice came from the microphone.

"Sir?"

Fury sat up straight, pulled the seat with his left hand and leaned forward, grabbed the microphone with his right hand, and asked with his elbow on the table.

"Colson, have you seen Stark?"

"No, sir, Stark has gone to the New York headquarters." Coulson said helplessly.

Originally, the words of apology were prepared, but when I went, I was not at home.

"I'm so..." Fury almost swears, and then he became the director. Why are the recent tasks so difficult? Is it so difficult to be the director?

Fury glanced at the "Avengers Project" document on the table and felt a bit of a headache. Zhang Wei didn't investigate before, and the members of the Avengers were far from enough. The only thing to be thankful for is that there is some news about Dr. Banner's whereabouts. , I heard that the person is in India, just got off the plane, and disappeared.

"Colson, you continue to find ways to contact Stark." Fury said.

Coulson was a little puzzled, but still said: "Yes, sir."

After hanging up the phone, Coulson took out the phone, booked a plane ticket to New York, looked at the Stark Villa which he failed to enter several times, turned and left.

"Has Captain Rumlow found anything?" Fury had a headache, but he still had to continue working, who made him a worker.

"Sir, the last person who saw Captain Rumlow was former Director Pierce," Agent Hill said.

"Pierce?" Fury sat in a chair and fell into deep thought. He got some news that there were Hydra members infiltrating SHIELD. Was Crossbones instructed by Pierce, or did he act privately?

Is Brock Rumlow a Hydra member?Or both he and Pierce.

Although Pierce is his friend and the person who promoted him, Nick Fury still put him on the suspect list.

"What did Rumlow say?" Fury asked with his hands clasped on the table.

"Captain Rumlow said that the military ordered him to do this." Hill said looking at the interrogation record.

"Military?" Fury mused.

The military did get a copy of the armor design, and it wasn't the first time they had done this.

He couldn't help but think of the time when the military was chasing the Hulk. At that time, the military insisted on arresting the Hulk for research, but he was rubbed against the ground by the opponent and let him run away. There was no news for several years.

"It is indeed possible for those war madmen to do such a thing, but Rumlow is the captain of our rapid response special force, and he doesn't have to obey the military's dispatch at all." Fury caught the loophole in this sentence at once.

Where does the military have the power to command members of S.H.I.E.L.D.?Besides, he, the captain of the special response force of S.H.I.E.L.D., doesn't need to obey the military's instructions.

"I don't know, do you want to ask Rumlow directly?" Hill asked.

Fury nodded and said, "Okay, by the way, what's the military's response to this?"

Hill took out the document, looked at it, and said, "The military said they didn't know about it."

It is true that the military has the style of refusing to accept responsibility after doing bad things. Their words can also be used to deal with reporters, but it is not ruled out that they really do not know.

At this moment, a phone call came in suddenly. Fury glanced at the caller and was shocked. How could it be such a coincidence?

He picked up the phone and said, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Fury." Pierce's familiar voice came out of the microphone.

"Pierce? What's the matter?" Fury asked, feeling a little suspicious in his heart.

"The military called me today. An officer pretended to be S.H.I.E.L.D. and ordered Rumlow to sneak into Stark's house," Pierce said.

It's worth sacrificing a member for a Crossbones, and now is not the time to be exposed.

Fury nodded and said, "I see."