Chapter 444 Huh? (first update)

Tony Stark looked at Colonel Rhodes, who was lying on the hospital bed, frowning. The Langley Air Force Base attack was not a big secret to him, and his relationship with the military was not as bad as outsiders imagined.

After experiencing the last Extremis virus incident, Stark improved Colonel Rhodes's war machine armor to enhance heat resistance and impact resistance. Colonel Rhodes was therefore very lucky to escape and became the least injured one in Langley Air Force Base.

As for the fate of others, Tony Stark is unwilling to recall. He had seen the photos of the scene, and it was a bloody scene that he had never experienced before—broken limbs and internal organs were splashed in a pool of blackened blood, and even people like Stark, who had experienced the wars in the Middle East, couldn't help vomiting.

But until now, the joint investigators of the intelligence agency dispatched by the government did not know who the attacker was. Various evidences showed that the weapons used by the attackers were not large-caliber guns that ordinary people could use, and the attackers also preferred close combat. Many soldiers were killed with long swords after being approached by the enemy.

Investigators also found a large number of giant reptile scratches and sulfur compounds at the site of the attack, so some investigators had a bold guess—a dragon attacked here. Others can't even deny this hypothesis, after all, anything can happen in this world now. And the only survivor, Colonel Rhodes, couldn't explain what happened at the time. It seemed that he forgot what happened after the concussion.

Doctors don't know when his memory will come back.

If you want to say it to a professional, it will never be possible. This is not a small spell that can be cast casually. An enchantment spell scroll that modifies memory is surprisingly expensive, and the effect is also worthy of the price. Coupled with the deletion of the surveillance inside the entire base, intelligence agencies believe that the attackers targeted the Langley Air Force Base, which is responsible for the security of the White House, in order to obtain patrol information about the airspace near the White House and bomb the White House with nuclear bombs.

This is a very, very serious security hole!

The FBI took the opportunity to attack the U.S. Air Combat Command and demanded more funding.

The CIA claimed that this was an espionage operation carried out by foreign forces on the United States under the cover of a terrorist attack, and they also demanded more funds.

The Department of Homeland Security blamed the FBI and CIA for wasting money, and at the same time demanded that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s funding for the next quarter be cut and added to DHS, because S.H.I.E.L.D. has proved the organization's incompetence in preventing international terrorist attacks.

The Office of Terrorism and Financial Intelligence demanded a pay rise from the head of the Treasury Department and took away the functions of the FBI and added them to its own department. Even the Ministry of Defense jumped out and demanded an increase in the military budget, and the scene of the investigation immediately turned into a large-scale debate on finances.

This small thought is easy to see through. After a series of wrangling, the White House cooperated with many intelligence agencies responsible for domestic security to conduct a joint investigation, preventing any intelligence agency from mastering all the investigation steps, and the White House can also control all investigators and details of the case.

At the same time, the White House also made a request to S.H.I.E.L.D., requiring S.H.I.E.L.D. to provide intelligence, equipment, and personnel assistance to the investigation of this incident, because supernatural creatures may be involved in this incident.

Therefore, Agent Victoria Hand led a team of technicians to participate in the incident on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D., in order not to give the White House an excuse to cut S.H.I.E.L.D. funds. This is a political mission arranged by Director Fury, but personally, Agent Victoria Hand also attaches great importance to this incident, and she even wonders why S.H.I.E.L.D. is so abnormally indifferent to this incident. However, Nick Fury had already locked the target, but he didn't tell anyone.

Losing a nuclear warhead would almost immediately declare a U.S. emergency, at least that's what Agent Victoria Hand requested. However, her request was rejected for a very simple reason-the White House refused to disclose the incident, and even the idea of ​​involving civil figures like Tony Stark was rejected.

The United States has already shown its incompetence in front of aliens. If it shows nervousness because of a terrorist who snatched a nuclear warhead, then the president will be called a coward by the public. Even the politically correct idiots in the Democratic Party know that the government has to show toughness in a situation like this, or they won't be able to get re-elected in the next election.

The public doesn’t need to know about the loss of nuclear warheads. It’s enough for the politicians and capitalists to know. Politics is the only thing they, the beasts in the White House zoo, need to care about.

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"Take it." Salomon stuffed the takeaway black tea he just bought into the hand of the woman opposite. The heat-insulating cardboard slowed down the speed at which the hot liquid was transferred to the fingers. "Only added sugar." He turned around and stood beside the woman, and slowly took a sip of his tea, "Please forgive me, I don't like adding milk, and I don't know what you like to drink."

"I forgive you." The woman was wearing a hood and made a slightly hoarse voice.

Standing next to the old masonry buildings that are common near the Bodleian Library, she is completely enveloped by the shadow cast by the re-glazed footbridge, and only the naughty short orange hair that jumps out from the hood gives her a little lively life. The orange light on the corner of the street slowly climbed up to the corner of her clothes, and the ancient buildings full of traces of rain exuded the smell of aging and tranquility in the drowsy dusk. After she spoke, the tacit understanding between acquaintances rose as quickly as the corners of her mouth, and the air was as warm as the black tea in her hand.

"I already know your taste." She said happily, "I also like black tea without milk."

"I'm glad you like it. Your investigation skills are good, and you can find me in Bodley."

Salomon looked at Natasha Romanov's face. She looked up at him smiling, looking straight into his eyes without fear. "Why did you come to me?" the mystic asked nonchalantly, as if he was a law-abiding citizen. "Isn't it because I killed a few vampires in Oxfordshire recently? I think the laws of the human world don't protect vampires, nor do they protect female human beings who fall in love with vampires—I'm really surprised. There are more and more stupid literature like this recently. I should really throw vampires at those writers' homes and let them deal with those human ticks."

"There are vampires in Oxfordshire?" Agent Romanoff looked surprised. "I really didn't know about it."

"So?" Salomon raised his glass to hide the expression on his face, "There is nothing surprising about it, this is my daily job. Deworming, yes, deworming the earth."

"I'm not here for this, sweet little boy," she said. "I'm going on a mission, so I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"What does this have to do with me?" The mystic blinked, "Is this mission so dangerous that you might die?"

"Every mission is possible, and I'm used to it because I'm an agent." Agent Romanov curled his lips, "And you don't intend to listen to what I'll say next? You're so indifferent, Salomon."

The mystic apologized sincerely.

"I want to tell you that someone has attacked an air base in the continental United States, and a nuclear warhead has been stolen." Agent Romanov carefully observed the expression of the muscle groups on Salomon's face, trying to find something unusual. "Now all intelligence agencies are very nervous, and all secrets have been unearthed. Director Fury may not be able to keep your identity a secret."

"Really?" Salomon narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to pierce Agent Romanov's true thoughts hidden deep in his heart, "Is this true? Also, is it legal for you to contact me in private? I remember that agents must abide by the basic confidentiality rules."

"It's true, and your special person needs special treatment."

Even mind reading can't work on her, because she has already deceived her own mind fragments first, and even people who know her a little bit can't detect her real mental activities. S.H.I.E.L.D. has deduced the principle of Salomon's mind-reading technique, and Agent Romanov dared to talk to him after knowing this, without worrying about his secret being discovered.

She said nonchalantly, "You can use your magic to see if I am lying. I will not lie to you, Salomon, you have never trusted me until now."

"Apologize to you again." Salomon withdrew his gaze, "You can tell me this kind of thing with a phone call. Is there anything else?"

"This is my private matter...I want to ask about your past commitment." Agent Romanov took a deep breath, "Can you make me pregnant?"

"puff!"

Ask for a ticket!