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Soon they found the second and third video clips.

Zhang Ming looked at the video feed back from the detectives. Because the picture quality of the driving recorder itself is not high, and the two superpowers are moving at high speed, only two blurred and flashing images can be captured. shadow.

Relying on the recovery technology of the logistics team, Zhang Ming was finally able to see the appearance of the two shadows clearly.

Dio was chasing after him. He was wearing casual clothes and didn't bring much equipment. It could be seen that he hadn't prepared for battle before he came, and he didn't expect to encounter such a thing at all.

The murderer who ran ahead was very similar to the figure painted by Little Tommy, with a black trench coat and a mask covering his entire face.

"Through the video data, we can roughly judge that they left Rome at about two o'clock last night. The last image shows that they ran along the road and ran to the south. But where are they now? Did they change direction halfway? This is There is no way to know." Fitz concluded.

Zhang Ming spread out the map, and the land of Italy was shaped like a lady's boot, with Rome in the middle of the boot.

To the south, there are big cities such as Naples and Salerno, and there are countless small towns passing through. If they change their direction as Fitz said, it will be even more impossible to track them.

"Starting from Rome, heading south, within 200 kilometers, did any strange things happen?"

The chase between two superpowers will definitely not be quiet, and it will inevitably lead to explosions, collapses, or other situations.

According to the video in the driving recorder, they maintained a speed of 70 kilometers per hour and a range of 200 kilometers, which is equivalent to a three-hour life-and-death chase, which is enough for them to decide the winner.

"It's like looking for a needle in a haystack," sighs Coulson.

"They are much more conspicuous than needles." Zhang Ming said, "Stop complaining. Isn't it easier to find people than fight with terrorists?"

In less than 10 minutes, a piece of information was reported:

Unexplained rupture of a sewer pipe in Pomezia;

A gas explosion in Latino;

Roca Gorga local museum stolen;

The ancient city of Pompeii collapsed.

……

"I'm sending agents to look at these locations and hopefully they'll find something," Coulson said.

"Print a copy for me." Zhang Ming said.

"What are you going to do?"

"Anyway, I can't help here, go and see if I can find any clues."

Coulson did not reject the proposal. On-site surveys are the work of experts, and Zhang Ming can't play any role here except as a mascot and providing confidence to the detectives.

On the A4 paper, densely packed addresses were printed. Zhang Ming activated his flying boots, soared into the air, and rushed to the first suspicious location.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Zhang Ming didn't get any gains, only constant disappointment.

At a quarter past three that afternoon, Zhang Ming came over the ancient city of Pompeii.

Opening the printed materials, the ancient city of Pompeii had a wall collapse this morning, so the tourist reception business was temporarily stopped. There were busy staff below, and a crane was slowly coming not far away.

Zhang Ming didn't want to attract too much attention, lest someone come to him to take pictures and sign autographs, which would affect the investigation, so he landed on the outskirts of the ancient city, and then activated the "spot mole" effect, changing his face.

"Who is the person in charge?" Zhang Ming asked.

A middle-aged white man walked over wearing a hard hat, "I am, what's the matter?"

Zhang Ming took out the certificate of SHIELD and said, "SHIELD, come here to find out the situation."

"First it was the police, and now it's S.H.I.E.L.D." The middle-aged man rolled his eyes, "We have been delayed for a whole day to go through the process. This is the most precious historical heritage of mankind. I don't know about this collapse. How much damage will it cause, let me start the construction first and protect all the things that should be protected, will you come to investigate again?"

The middle-aged man is a historian and is responsible for leading the restoration of Pompeii. The massive collapse of the walls has already annoyed him, coupled with the extremely low efficiency of the local police, and——

"Hey! Boy! Don't touch that rock, it's older than your grandfather!" The historian yelled at several little boys. These little devils never knew what rules were, and completely ignored the blockade outside. Sneaked in and messed around.

You could see he was very angry.

Zhang Ming said: "I won't waste too much of your time, just give me 10 minutes to watch the scene."

"Okay, just five minutes."

Due to the authority of S.H.I.E.L.D., the historian turned his head and walked away, picking up the gravel on the ground as he walked, carefully putting it in his pocket regardless of the dirt.

Zhang Ming felt that even if he showed his true colors, it would be of little use to this dedicated historian. He didn't care about the police, S.H.I.E.L.D., or superheroes at all. The exploration and protection of history was everything in his life.

The collapse occurred in the northeast corner of Pompeii and spread about a city block.

Zhang Ming touched the cracked wall, the incision was very smooth, he looked back to make sure no one was staring at him, he carefully crushed a piece of the wall, and felt the hardness with his fingers.

There are traces of man-made cutting, not natural collapse.

The lock of absurdity hangs down, it can get into some blind spots that humans cannot reach, Zhang Ming let it look for some clues from different perspectives.

Zhang Ming raised his vigilance and continued to move forward. After searching for so long, he finally found some clues.

He suddenly squatted down and blew on the ground, the dust dispersed, revealing a few scratches.

The marks are very new, Zhang Ming stroked the length and depth, and then scratched the ground with his nails, only a shallow white mark was drawn.

It should be drawn out with a knife, and the strength is not small.

That's it, Dio and the killer have a fight here.

At this time, the absurd lock floated back, forming a word in mid-air—"Dior."