Chapter 650: Dr. Zola
There is nothing to say about the conversation with the new leader of the SSR. They are all the old politicians. Su Ming directly threw out Howard and let him talk to the old man with white beard.
The goal has been achieved, Howard is useless.
The cost he paid before was actually just the cost of the death knell to safely **** him to the SSR headquarters.
The person who wants to kill him is not the same as the one who murdered Brian, which means Howard is safe here. If he is not at ease, Su Ming suggested that he can go with Dr. Zola.
If these two people are in danger, a lot of hidden agents of Hydra will surely emerge to protect them.
It is not only Americans who covet Dr. Zola's technology, Hydra also wants Howard's technology.
During the incubation period of the Hydra organization, the primary task of the personnel lurking within the SSR is to snoop intelligence and steal technology.
Howard’s research results are placed in the laboratory, and with a little effort you can see that the paperclip project has brought together two talented scientists in disguise. One plus one is far greater than two. The sparks of wisdom and technology collide with each other. It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Although the laboratory is located in the enemy's territory, this is not a big problem. Who can tell the difference between SSR and Hydra?
There is a mysterious organization that wants to kill Dr. Stark? Sorry, Hydra didn’t agree first
Howard is still useful at present. The leaders are still waiting for ballistic missiles to combine nuclear weapons technology. The mysterious blue cube is lost by the red skull. Hydra needs some more practical military protection.
Su Ming is here to investigate the problem of mutants, and fix the time loop by the way. As for Howard? Just don't die.
"Nick, how are you doing?"
In the corridor leading to the underground, the man in black and yellow armor asked the black man, because the black man had been thinking about something and was silent.
Nick Fury slowed down a bit, and looked around: "It's the same, not bad, at least there is no need to clean the toilet."
"Is there anything unusual about Dr. Stark recently?" Su Ming walked side by side with him, and the sound of their footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Nick Fury rolled his eyelids, still with the same expression as if he was not awake: "He is a scientist and an adventurer. Things that happen to him are unusual. Doesn't he go skiing in clothes made of sausages? Count?."
Fry generously admitted the surveillance of Howard, which is the rule prevailing in the dark. Protection and surveillance have always been two sides of the same behavior.
"Well, when Howard was attacked, where did the people'protect' him go?" Su Ming looked at Fury's hair style, always feeling awkward, but he who has hair, the news is as well informed.
"I am also thinking about this issue. I am afraid that some of our agents have been killed." Fury's expression remained unchanged. Being an agent will inevitably face death everywhere. This is the price.
"Protective surveillance, how long is the SSR message feedback interval?" Su Ming asked another question.
In the era without satellites and the Internet, agents generally did not transmit information via telephone or radio. That was not safe. They believed more in traditional methods, which were human connections.
Collect Howard’s movements, summarize them into reports, and send them back to Caspian Camp, and the journey is destined to not be sent once a day. There must be intervals.
In this relaxed environment after World War II, this interval should be very long.
Fry glanced at him, is there anything that the death knell can't do? Even the grassroots intelligence agencies know how to operate. Where did this person pop out?
He thought for a while, and felt that there was no need to keep this matter secret. Anyway, it would inevitably need to be adjusted afterwards, and past information was of no value.
"once a week."
"When was the last time they contacted?"
"Two days ago."
"Yes, the monitoring department is not under your control. You are a field leader who knows what happened at the headquarters, and you have a bright future."
"I am an agent, and obtaining information is only a basic skill. I personally prefer to send my hands to scientists to protect them on the open, rather than in the dark as I do now. I don't know if I am killed."
is here, Nick Fury’s cowhide candy protection.
In the future, the most famous brown candy under Nick Fury's is Coleson. The guy who has been smiling will leave phone numbers and other things to the surveillance targets, pestering people to ask questions, and he can't drive them away.
Tony described it as a ghostly agent of SHIELD.
Su Ming clicked his mouth and let out a chuckle: "I guess the task of protecting Howard will be handed over to the Roaring Commando. After all, the other party’s assassination is more like a military act, and your colonel cannot let me go around. , I have limited time left."
Nick Fury did not admit or deny it. He took out a piece of gum and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it hard: "You didn't intend to kill in the first place. I was not the only one to see this."
"So letting me go around here is the inevitable choice of politicians. SSR has preserved strength and life. Howard will feel'valued' because SSR has made concessions for him. I have reached my goal and there is no reason to go crazy. Your new colonel He is a good politician."
"But you can see through it, it's all in your calculations." Nick Fury walked quickly, and it was not the first time that he had experienced the death knell.
"Who knows, but politicians don't live long in this kind of place, what do you think?" There was a faint laughter under the black and yellow mask.
"Maybe." Ferry avoided suspicion and gave an ambiguous answer.
"Well, the chat ends here, let's take a look at Howard's laboratory first." Su Ming asked, and he waited for Nick to give directions.
The black people knew that if this protection task was really handed over to the Roaring Commando, it would always be good to know more information, and there was no reason to refuse.
The death knell gives free information for reference, and the afterthought is all on his own, is there anything more cost-effective than this?
When a smart person talks about terms, the word transaction will not even appear. Now Nick Fury will make sure that the death knell has enough time to get the results of the investigation he wants.
"this way please."
Nick Fury opened the password doors, verified his fingerprints and work permit, and led Su Ming into an area that was obviously a laboratory.
should be the physical laboratory area, because the measures such as disinfection and sterilization are not perfect, but the strong wind blows, which is regarded as dust removal.
It’s not just Hydra graduated weapons, SSR also has them, but it doesn’t seem to be here.
A laboratory is lined up in the corridor. The snow-white lights make it look like a hospital, and the surroundings are very quiet.
Ferry turned left and led Su Ming to the door of a laboratory.
"This is the experimental building shared by Dr. Howard and Dr. Zola. Some things in it are radioactive, so it's best not to touch it."
Su Ming noticed that there seemed to be people flashing in the corner of the corridor, it should be the lurker of Hydra.
But what does Hydra have to do with him? He didn't bother to care about this SSR mess.
"I won't touch those things, I just have something to ask Zola." Su Ming opened the door and went in, only to see a small figure in the corner of the laboratory, wearing a lead protective suit, busy doing something.
The flames of electric welding and some burnt smell filled the laboratory.
"Howard, you came a bit early today. Go to my place for a drink in the evening. I asked someone to buy some good bacon."
Zola didn't look back, just heard the door ring. While continuing his work, he happily invited Howard to drink.
"Can I go?"
A hoarse low voice answered him.
This voice often appeared in Zola's nightmares. When he heard this, he was as if he was thrown into the Danube in winter, accompanied by Strauss' music, dancing on the death line.
"Cough cough cough" Zola was choked with saliva, and all the welding in his hand fell to the ground: "Devil, how did you come in?! Guards! Guards!"
Nick Fury at the door showed his head. He leaned on the door frame and waved his hand towards Dr. Zola in a gesture of greeting. Then he folded his hands on his chest, as if he would not act even if the death knell killed Zola: "The colonel authorized I’m sorry, Dr. Zola."
Su Ming grabbed Zola in one hand, grabbed his protective suit with one hand and lifted it up: "It's not the devil, it's the death knell."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, don't kill me!" Dr. Zola immediately persuaded him, he is a scientist, why do you treat him this way?
"I ask, you answer." Su Ming looked at Zola's new glasses~www.NovelMTL.com~ with a calm tone.
"Okay! Ask!" Dr. Zola tried to wipe his sweat, but the protective suit isolated him.
"Did you use that kind of blue energy block in your experiment with Howard?"
Su Ming took a look at the laboratory. It looked like a garage, messy, more things like screwdrivers and wrenches, without any high-tech equipment.
"No, they forbid me to touch those things." Zola immediately shook his head.
"Then have you ever done radiation experiments with living people?" Su Ming asked again.
"No, God." Zola raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender: "I am a pacifist. I used to firmly oppose the massacre of Jews by the Austrian corporal. I am not a NAZI, and I can't do it with living people experimental!"
"It's like how clean your Hydra is." Su Ming sneered.
"Hydra is dead, I am now an American, an American citizen, long live freedom!" Zola looked excited, as if he was about to recite the US Constitution.
Su Ming put him back on the ground. Howard really has nothing to do with the Black Womb Project. The source of the group that wanted to kill him is unknown, but there is no other party's tentacles in SSR.
The black and yellow hand armor patted the chest of the protective suit, as if to tidy up Zola’s wrinkled clothes: "The last question, Dr. Zola, from a scientist’s point of view, is there any unusual behavior by Dr. Stark recently? ?"
Zola took a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the death knell has a better temper than the Red Skull, which is a good thing.
In order to pass the death knell and leave soon, Zola really thought about it seriously, his small eyes kept rolling.
"By the way, it really does."
