Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

On the way back to Caesar's Palace, Gin asked calmly while driving: "Boss, do you want to deal with those flies?"

"There's no need," Anthony replied while closing his eyes to rest: "With your methods, they won't be able to find anything. As long as they don't seek death like that Agent Mike and touch my Underground industry. They like to play detective games, so let them play."

"Understood." To put it simply, as long as those guys from the police station investigate through normal channels, then there is no need to pay attention.

But once they touch the red thread in Anthony's heart, the agent named Mike will be their end, and it is the best end.

So many people died at once, and all of them committed suicide. Just as the female detective Kate from the New York City Police Department said, the first reaction of everyone who heard the news was disbelief. People who have reached this level wish they could live a few more years. How could they accept their own lives like this, on the same day?

The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, under the pressure of a lot of powerful people who are somewhat uneasy. All top intelligence agencies were mobilized to jointly investigate the case.

Such things only exist in legends. As long as the major intelligence agencies really want to investigate, clues will be easily exposed in front of them, not to mention these clues that Anthony has no intention of covering up.

After correlating the various victims, they invariably locked the suspect on Antony Stein, a newly rising upstart in New York City. But compared to the New York Police Department, which requires evidence to make a final conclusion, for many secret intelligence agencies, only suspicion is enough.

For example, S.H.I.E.L.D.

"This is your investigation report, Coulson. I asked you to lead the elites in the bureau to investigate, and this is the result you gave me." At the SHIELD headquarters in Washington, the one-eyed director looked at the closing report in front of him and faced the science department. Ersen said coldly.

"Yes," Colson nodded slightly ashamed.

He is also helpless now, because what he sees in front of him is really the final result of some elites in the bureau. As a direct participant in the last White Tiger incident, Coulson actually wanted to put Antony Stan, a dangerous person, in jail more than anyone else, but his teammates were helpless. They knew clearly that it was the other party who did it, but they couldn't find it no matter how hard they checked. evidence.

This feeling of powerlessness was the first time he experienced it after joining S.H.I.E.L.D.

Hearing the other party's answer, the one-eyed director's face became even more gloomy. He threw the report in his hand into the shredder beside him, squinting and said: "Suicide, a group of powerful people who have a lot of life to enjoy, actually all He committed suicide at home at the same time, do you believe it yourself, Colson?"

"I don't believe it, Director." Coulson raised his head and said, "But Director, we have no evidence.

If it were an ordinary person, we could directly bypass the procedure and arrest him directly, but not Antony Stan. As one of the figures that the military and the Ministry of National Defense are currently favoring, if we don’t have conclusive evidence in our hands, even if we know that he did it, there is nothing we can do about him. "

As a senior politician, the one-eyed director certainly knows what his subordinates say. But when he fell into a trap at the hands of a little person that he had looked down on before, even his whole country couldn't help but feel angry.

"Hill, did the people you sent out to keep an eye on Anthony and the others find nothing?" There was no breakthrough for Coulson, and the one-eyed director couldn't help but put his hope in his more trusted lieutenant.

"Sorry," Hill deadpanned. It seemed that his trust was of no use, and his lieutenant also let him down.

There is no way, although the personnel sent out by Hill are indeed elite personnel of SHIELD, but compared to the enhanced version of Gin, these agents who do not exceed the limit of ordinary people's strength are actually the same as transparent people. Whether he wanted to get rid of them or not was just a matter of his thoughts.

What's more, Gin now also has a mind beast, Belmod, who knows the superb disguise technique, so of course Hill won't have any useful information.

The one-eyed director could not be too harsh when he saw this situation. After all, he had also reviewed the group of people sent by Hill. They are indeed the elites of SHIELD. If even they can't do it, I'm afraid no one else in SHIELD can do it either, except for a few aces in their own hands.

But looking at it this way, the one named Anthony may be more difficult than imagined.

It seems that I want to inform Black Widow here, not only to steal relevant information about the power armor from the Stan Group, but also to try to get in touch with Antonist. It would be a good idea to buy a few nails if you can.

There is no way, Anthony is really a bit dangerous. Although this matter is a trivial matter in front of the behemoth SHIELD, who knows what will happen in the future. What the one-eyed director likes most is to prepare for a rainy day and take countermeasures in advance. .

At this moment, the phone on the desk of the one-eyed director rang. He looked at it and saw that it was a phone with a high level of confidentiality. So the one-eyed director did not answer it for the time being, and just looked at the two people in the office indifferently.

Seeing this scene, Coulson and Hill both retreated quite wisely. The one-eyed director turned on a jamming device next to him, then picked up the phone and connected it.

"Nick, how is the investigation going for you?" A very mature and steady voice came from the phone. If you just listen to the voice, most people's first impression of this person should be that he is reliable.

"Suicide," Nick glanced at the report that had been shredded by the paper shredder next to him, and said indifferently after a moment of silence.

"So you haven't found out anything here." The other party obviously did not expect this result, and there was a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Yes." Nick also felt a little embarrassed.

"Forget it if we haven't found out. This kind of thing should not be our business in the first place. It's just entrusted by an old friend. It's really hard to shirk it. In this case, you can let the FBI and the police take over the rest. , let’s not interfere anymore.” The person opposite said.

"Okay." Nick nodded and responded. Indeed, incidents like this murder case are indeed not under their control, although they do have the right to do so.

"You go ahead and do your business. I won't interrupt you. When you have time, we can go have a drink."

"Okay, Mr. Pierce."

After hanging up the phone with Nick Fury, Pierce couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly: "This little guy named Anthony is a bit interesting. Even Nick stumbled in his hands."

"No surprise, this doesn't seem to be the first time, but sir, do we still want to continue our plan against him?" Brock Rumlow, his right-hand man next to him, asked.

"Forget it, it's already like this, there's no need to continue." Pierce chuckled and shook his head, poured himself a glass of red wine and said lightly: "I originally wanted those guys on Wall Street to create some trouble for him, and then we were at the critical moment. When the time comes, let him join us as a matter of course.

But I didn't expect that the people on Wall Street were all rubbish, and they didn't take advantage of such a good opportunity given to them. What a waste of the conditions I created for them. "

It turns out that Hydra was actually involved in all of this. It's no wonder that when Anthony was away and these situations were happening, Bullock was about to contact those in the Angry Gang to take action. As a result, they were all entangled in the incident and couldn't separate themselves.

"Then do we give up?" Brock Rumlow asked.

"Giving up on us is the goal set by Hydra. When will we give up?" Pixar's eyes flashed with a stern look, and he said calmly: "What's more, this little guy has a bad temper towards me. There are so many people who even I would look down upon. Character, he actually said he would do it right away. This ruthlessness should belong to our Hydra by nature."

"That"

"Send someone to contact him directly and give him C-level treatment." Pierce ordered.

Brock Rumlow nodded to express his understanding, and then continued: "What if he doesn't accept it?"

Pixar looked at Brock Rumlow and said nothing, but as his old subordinate, Brock Rumlow already understood the meaning of the other party's expression, and nodded directly: "If you understand that you can't use it for us, then you will die."