Binglin Comics

Ivan and Chen Hao moved from the corridor to the computer room, and waiters brought Western food.

The two of them were cutting steak and sipping red wine. It feels very comfortable to look at the data from time to time.

This star-rated hotel belongs to Stark Industries. The deputy general manager looked a little embarrassed after learning that the hotel's firewall was easily breached.

Due to Chen Hao's identity, he didn't say anything. He just complained privately to the headquarters about the Cyber ​​Security Department.

The firewalls made by these engineers with high salaries and high benefits are just like paper.

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Ivan picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, staring at the screen.

Chen Hao saw a remittance record appearing on the screen, amounting to one million US dollars.

This mysterious organization is really willing to pay the price in order to target the members of the Avengers.

"This is a Swiss bank account. There have been six fund flows recently." Ivan pointed to the corner of the screen: "They used Trojans to bind some broiler users as agents, while hiding the IP address."

"Can you find the specific location?" Chen Hao was concerned about this point.

The clue of the express company has been completely cut off, and he can only hope that Ivan can gain something.

"No problem." Ivan nodded: "This method of superimposing agents to open agents is all leftover from playing a few years ago."

Chen Hao couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.

It’s really cool to play the rest.

Ivan typed on the keyboard, and the code on the screen flashed rapidly like running water.

Five minutes later, he stopped what he was doing and successfully obtained the source IP address.

Through the 3D network map, the specific location of the source IP is revealed.

Chen Hao stared at the screen and his smile froze.

The address of this mysterious organization is a weapons processing workshop of Stark Industries in Queens, New York.

Due to the closure of the weapons development department, this workshop has been idle for a long time.

Uchioni

Chen Hao finished the steak in several bites, wiped his mouth and stood up: "Ivan, I'll go take a look and keep in touch."

"Ok."

Stan, the former chairman of Stark Industries, has been killed by Stark.

Is there anyone who has a grudge against the Avengers and even wants to kill Stark at any cost?

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Chen Hao had no answer.

You can only find this answer by going there in person.

After hailing a taxi, Chen Hao left the hotel and took a taxi to Queens.

Queens, weapons processing workshop, basement.

"Boss, someone just accessed the node of the source IP. Our place is probably exposed." The instant noodle head sitting in front of the computer shouted at the top of his voice.

"Oh" a huge figure walked out of the room, holding a cane, and said jokingly: "How did you promise in the first place?"

"It's different, boss." The instant noodle head apologized awkwardly and tried his best to excuse himself: "This time it was an accident. Really, the other party has a master. As long as I am prepared, it will definitely be like this next time."

"There will be no next time." The man's voice was very calm, and his tall shadow covered his instant noodle head: "I don't need losers."

"No, boss, give me another chance."

Before he finished speaking, the instant noodle hacker was strangled by the man's neck with one hand.

It was obvious that the man was quite powerful, and he was able to hold the instant noodle hacker up in the air with just one hand.

The man held the cane in his left hand, ignoring the hacker's struggle, and increased his strength with his right hand.

For someone who often sits in front of a computer and has small arms and legs, there is absolutely no point in struggling.

After fluttering for a few times, the instant noodle head's face turned purple from holding it in, and there was no more movement.

After taking two steps forward, the man grabbed his neck and twisted it.

Click.

With a crisp sound, the instant noodle head's head rotated 180 degrees, and his entire body fell to the ground without any force.

He brought a bucket of gasoline from the room and poured it on the computer. The man came to the entrance of the basement.

Only now did the dim light illuminate his entire face.

Bald head, suit and leather shoes, a big guy about two meters tall. The bulging muscles under the clothes are full of an explosive feeling of power.

Lighting a cigarette, the bald man flicked the cigarette butt towards the computer, turned around and left with his cane.

When Chen Hao arrived at the processing workshop, billowing black smoke poured out of the basement.

Have you been noticed?

Chen Hao raised his brows and without much hesitation, he raised his hand and released the ice-water mixture to quickly extinguish the fire to see if he could rescue any clues.

After putting out the fire, he carefully looked around.

The southeast corner of the basement had been reduced to ashes of charcoal.

A large number of computer machinery was scorched and melted into a black sticky substance by the high temperature. There was not a single intact electronic component in sight.

The walls were also scorched black, there was simply no other combustible material, and the fire did not spread to the adjacent rooms.

In addition to the plastic-like smell of glue, there is also a smell of meat in the air.

Chen Hao glanced at the corpse on the ground with his face burned, covered his nose, and violently opened the security door in front of him.

There is a TV, two beds, and a large wardrobe in the room.

Other than that, there are some daily necessities and baskets of domestic garbage.

Chen Hao even opened the bed to take a look, but still couldn't find any useful clues.

After exiting the room, Chen Hao met Frank at the basement entrance.

Staring at Frank the Punisher standing in the middle of the stairs, Chen Hao's eyes narrowed: "You are following me"

Frank didn't respond, walked down the steps, came to the charred body and squatted down.

Chen Hao did not take action and stood aside waiting for him to check.

As a former US Marine, Frank is more professional than him in this regard.

Within a moment, Frank touched the protruding neck of the instant noodle head and turned the whole body over.

The back of the instant noodle head's head was scorched by the flames, but the front face was less burned because it was close to the ground, so he could barely be recognized.

Tsk tsk, my head was turned over, I didn’t even notice it just now.

It seems that no matter how cunning a fox is, there are times when he is only as close as possible.

Seeing Chen Hao take out his mobile phone to take pictures, Frank tilted his head: "No need to take pictures, I know him."

"Who"

"Marshall Joyce, an emerging hacker, broke bank security systems many times and assisted a Brooklyn gang in robbery. I killed all that gang and only he ran away." Frank seemed to remember it very clearly: "He was a year old He disappeared before. Some people said he joined Fisker Company, but I didn’t expect him to be here.”

"Fisker" Chen Hao sounded a little familiar with the name and asked: "The Fisker company that Stark acquired?"

"That's right." Frank stood up: "It was a really bad decision to acquire this company."

"What do you mean?" Chen Hao was confused and felt that he had discovered something terrible.

"They are just a bunch of worms." When it came to Fisker, Frank's tone was very disdainful: "Wearing the skin of Stark Industries, they are doing illegal business. If you guessed it correctly, the Jellicoe who attacked Brooklyn yesterday The missile was the one that was stolen from me.”

Seeing Chen Hao looking at him, Frank walked towards the entrance of the basement and said as he walked: "Iceman, I got that Jellicoe missile in their arms deal with the gang a year ago." See the second page. Volume, end of volume story

After stringing together the clues he learned, Chen Hao's thinking gradually became clearer, and he even came up with a bold idea.

If Fisk Corporation is this mysterious organization, then the only person they really want to kill is Stark.

As for the attack on other Avengers members, it was just a cover to hide the real target."

The more Chen Hao thought about it, the more frightened he became. When he looked up, Frank was nowhere to be seen.

At this moment, his cell phone rang