Chapter 653: 1 friend

There is a set of ornaments on the colonel's desk, that is, a row of hanging balls, the kind of gadgets that keep touching through the conversion of kinetic energy and gravitational potential energy.

These little **** collided constantly, making a slight ‘click’, like the ringing of gears when the clock was turning.

The atmosphere in the office was deadlocked because of Howard's previous speech. The colonel's expression at this time was as if he had eaten stool, and his facial features were abnormally distorted.

His white hair kept shaking, as if he was trembling with anger at the suggestion of ‘Find the Police’.

On the other hand, Howard had simply sat on the sofa at this time, put his legs on the coffee table, and took out a cigar from his suit to swallow the clouds.

He has gradually figured out that as long as he stays at the Caspian camp headquarters, he is safe.

Those who want to kill him rely on guns, and here, SSR has more guns.

"Colonel, are you looking for me?" The awkward atmosphere was diminished by the presence of a person, a young man in a suit, vest and white coat: "Ah, Dr. Stark, you happen to be there."

He has short blond hair, a mustache very similar to Howard, and a warm smile on his face.

Before the words fell, he opened the door and walked in, as if he hadn't noticed the atmosphere at all, greeted Howard and chatted happily.

Howard's moustache curled up and turned his head to the side: "Dr. Richards, you have hurt me miserably. What is the blood sample you gave me? Now the assassins are going to ambush in my toilet. ."

Nathaniel scratched his head. He reached out and hooked Stark's shoulder. He knew Howard wasn't really angry, he just wanted to know what happened.

The curiosity of scientific researchers and Howard's hard-talking character turned out to be such words, Nathaniel could understand.

"I didn't know that this would happen beforehand, so howard did you find out something? Are the blood samples and tissue sections interesting?"

Howard wiped his hands on his trousers and leaned on the sofa: "I left this to Anim. I recently met several attractive ladies who like physics very much and they are always obsessed with it. I ask questions, I'm very busy."

"Really? This is great, Dr. Stark."

Nathaniel didn't even doubt Howard's words, but smiled with relief, as if he really saw that there will be several new physics stars rising in the future.

Su Ming was standing in the corner of the room with his arms. From a certain point of view, Howard did not lie. The ladies asked him about friction, piston motion, fluid mechanics, and other physics.

But now the problem is that item 084 is missing and Howard was assassinated because of the blood sample. Although the two things were not done by the same group, they were very close in time. Su Ming did not think it was a coincidence.

Despite hearing a lot of physicist, Nick Fury remained expressionless, while Nathaniel maintained an enthusiastic smile, responding to Howard seriously from time to time.

He really thought Howard was talking about mechanics.

"Dr. Richards, can you tell me where the blood sample came from?" Seeing Howard shamelessly used various physical phenomena to metaphor the situation, Su Ming still interjected.

"Ah, hello, I'm sorry I didn't notice the guests." Nathaniel saw Su Ming, he nodded with a smile, and straightened his hair: "I got the blood sample from a corpse. Coming."

"What about the corpse?" Su Ming found out that Nathaniel seemed to be a natural fool? Is your mind focused on scientific research?

"A friend asked me to investigate. The body was suddenly delivered to my door one night, and I was shocked."

"How do you know that this corpse was asked by others to investigate, and not a tramp who froze to death at your door?" Su Ming asked again.

Nathaniel patted his head. He picked up the wine bottle on the coffee table to pour himself and Howard. The two smiled and toasted: "Because the corpse is wearing very high-end clothes and there is a letter on his chest."

"Believe?" Fury raised an eyebrow.

"Well, here." Nathaniel took out a crumpled wad of paper from the pocket of his white coat, smiled and handed it to Fury.

Nick Fury glanced at the death knell, and the death knell made a please gesture, motioning him to open it.

There are some unknown brown marks on the yellowish paper, which looks like a circle left by a coffee cup. The ink marks have drag marks, which means that the paper is closed immediately after writing the letter.

It's a letter rather than a sticky note or a piece of paper, because only one sentence was written on it in beautiful Gothic, and Fury read it out like a robot.

"Investigate the body, or die, thank you."

Fry slapped the letter paper on the table, bent down to support the coffee table with both hands, stared at Dr. Richards condescendingly, and pressured him through body language.

"This is a threatening letter! It is coercion and extortion, why not report it to the higher authorities?"

Nathaniel, who was toasting with Howard, froze for a moment, blinked his eyes, looked at the colonel and then at Howard, Stark made a helpless look at him.

"Is this a threatening letter?"

He asked Howard next to him, and Howard snapped his teeth, shaking his head from side to side, as if he was heavier on the balance, then he put his head on Nathaniel's shoulder and clicked.

"Yes, this is a threatening letter."

Nathaniel was skeptical. He picked up the letter paper and read it again, and asked suspiciously, "But he wrote'thank you', which is very polite."

Howard filled his glass with wine on his own, and he noticed that the colonel gave him a strange look.

"Helping with the corpse is a big trouble. This person left a dead body at your door in the middle of the night. He should leave a message saying'Thank you very much', thanksverymuch, you can feel it again. Do you think his gratitude is not enough? sincere?"

Nathaniel touched his mustache, looked at the letter paper and then at Howard: "Really, as expected, Dr. Stark, knows so much."

"Of course, hahahaha..." Howard laughed, he was satisfied. Compliments from peers are the best compliments. Howard Stark is such a person at the top of the physics world!

Fury looked at them like a neurotic. Is grammar the key question? Throwing the body at someone’s door and making death threats is the big problem, right? !

There is always something abnormal about genius scientists, but these two people are already abnormal beyond common sense.

Su Ming is very interested in such a farce, which looks like a cold joke, but it still matters: "What is your friend's name?"

Nathaniel scratched his head with a look of memory, but quickly shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know his name."

Fury straightened up, he looked out the door, a little breath from his nostrils: "Just now you said he was your friend."

"Yes, we are friends." The doctor hid behind Howard, and Fury's eyes were too cold: "One day I went to a bar for a drink, and he came over and said,'Friends, have a drink together?', I Say:'Okay.' Then we are friends. We talked a lot about social issues, such as racial discrimination."

Fury closed his eyes in pain. What kind of friend is this? On the contrary, it seems that he has ulterior motives?

It seems that the security forces around Dr. Richards have been strengthened to prevent him from making random friends again. No, his EQ is no longer suitable for working in SSR...

Ferry and the colonel looked at each other as if they had a sharp heart, and the two nodded slightly.

Su Ming is not angry. As before, SSR is a matter for him. He is here to investigate the case, so that Professor X owes favors, and then straightens the timeline: "What are the characteristics of your friend? Age? , Height, appearance."

This time Richards replied uncharacteristically: "He is about 180 centimeters tall and about 50 years old. He has a fluffy white beard like a pirate. He is a little bald and healthy, but he has a lot of scars on his body and his face.

Fury immediately sent someone to investigate, and Su Ming focused on the scar: "What kind of scar?"

"It's like being attacked by a beast, maybe it's a bear or a bigfoot." Dr. Richards replied, and then Howardella drank again.

"Where is that corpse now?" Su Ming asked again.

"Uh, to put it simply, the corpse has melted, or it is more appropriate to sublimate." Nathaniel raised his hand and floated upwards: "I originally dragged the corpse into the car and planned to take it back to the Caspian camp. Check, because I don’t have biological equipment at home, and I’m not an expert in this area, but when the sun shines on the corpse, the corpse changes from a solid state to a gaseous state and then disappears."

"So you only had time to put a little blood and cut a little meat." Su Ming added, he seemed to know what it was.

"Yes, there are saws in the toolbox of my car. I kept them in a dark place and brought them back to Caspian Camp."

The latter story is that he entrusted these things to Howard, who was ‘more versatile’ in his mind, and Howard threw the matter to Zola.

Because Zola was under house arrest and had no chance to go out, the assassinations all revolved around Howard. Perhaps Nathaniel was also assassinated, but he was so nervous that he didn't even notice it.

"Is there an ultraviolet sterilization lamp in the biological laboratory? I want to borrow it." Su Ming drew another blood smear from Nick Fury's small box and shook it in his hand.

Howard squinted his eyes: "Don't you think they are that? Please~www.NovelMTL.com~that is a mythical creature."

"Sometimes the myth is not far from us. I want to solve the case early and lead the way." Su Ming stretched out his hand and pulled Howard up from the sofa like a rabbit and walked out the door.

The colonel looked at Fury: "Follow them, and you, Dr. Richards, you can go back."

The two left silently, Nathaniel wanted to stay away from Fury, but Fury was close to him, the doctor's neck retracted into his body, and the whole person was extremely stiff.

The colonel got up and closed the door of the office, went to the coffee table, picked up the bottle and poured himself a drink, as if venting his resentment.

After a while, he sat back at his desk and picked up the phone to broadcast a number.

It took a long time for the call to be connected, and someone with a Southern American accent answered the phone.

"what's up?"

"Elder, the plan goes well..."