Inside S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury took a deep breath and took out a black pager from the drawer. After pressing it lightly, his eyes were solemn and his expression was extremely serious. He ordered: "The technical department will hack into Stark Industries for me now." Building, please copy the video of today’s vice president’s office and send it to me.”
"Remember, don't leave a little tail. You are all the top hackers on this planet, don't let me down."
The top hackers from SHIELD's technical department worked extremely efficiently and successfully obtained surveillance video from the Stark Industries Building in just ten minutes.
Nick Fury looked at the video file that had been uploaded to his computer, lit up his pipe, and took a long puff. He had to watch the video tonight, and he had to analyze it frame by frame, and pay attention to every subtle facial expression. To analyze.
Never let go of any potential threat.
There must never be anything beyond SHIELD's control.
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late at night.
Inkram Avenue, Queens, New York.
Zhou Ran Villa.
Bedroom bed.
Zhou Ran was already asleep, and slept very soundly. He always slept very quickly, and he would fall asleep as soon as he got into bed.
This is one of his most proud abilities. This ability allows him to have enough sleep and rest, and have full energy and strong physical strength during the day, so that he can work tirelessly and diligently.
However, although he got enough sleep every day and got a good rest, there were times when he would feel mentally exhausted and empty inexplicably, and his whole body was sore and weak, as if every cell in his body was... Shouted tiredly.
He was afraid that he would exhaust his body and develop problems. However, after undergoing various physical examinations, he found that he was in good health and full of energy. In the end, it could only be attributed to too much psychological pressure.
Natasha lay on the bed, listening to the sound of sleeping sound coming from Zhou Ran, and listening to the sound of even breathing coming from Zhou Ran.
She didn't feel sleepy at all, her spirit was very excited and active, and she couldn't sleep.
Zhou Ran's crazy smile and question were all in his mind, "Miss Ai Li, why do you ask such a strange question?"
She now wants to get the results of that video from Director Nick to confirm whether her thoughts are accurate.
She also wanted to know what kind of situation Zhou Ran had guessed?
She also hoped it wasn't true.
After all, in several days of close observation, this man did not do anything dangerous, and his words and actions were very positive, and he was a very positive example.
He has a noble character, is serious about his work, and works hard. This man's experience is very consistent with the American dream.
He was born an orphan, was kind-hearted, studied hard, and relied on work-study to pay for college tuition. After entering New York University, he maintained the top grade every year and never fooled around. He organized various clubs and won many awards. In his spare time, he also went to the welfare home to take care of the elderly. After graduation, he joined Stark Industries and worked hard. Within ten years, he became a director of Stark Industries and became Tony Stark's right-hand man.
It is not an exaggeration to call such a person a genius, but no one in Stark Industries calls director Jake a genius. Everyone can see Jake's efforts and everyone can see the hardships Jake has suffered.
To describe Jake as a genius is to insult him. Everything he has is achieved step by step and through his own efforts.
This is a very inspirational typical figure, simply the embodiment of the American dream.
Although the American Dream is just a pie that the government draws out of thin air for the people, once someone actually makes it, it will no longer be an inedible pie. It will be an eatable pie. It will have a profound impact on the future development of the entire United States. It's all a good thing.
The American dream is that as long as you work hard enough, you will succeed and fulfill your personal dreams.
Across America, Jake leads the young generation and is the idol of most ordinary people.
But if such a spiritual leader and idol becomes a murderer, a very vicious criminal, and everything about him is disguised, it will cause a huge turmoil.
But if we let it go and let the clown spread his spirit and ideas, America will really have gun battles every day, and countless criminals will emerge.
He is still the kind of criminal who is not afraid of death and has the characteristics of a clown.
No matter how you look at it, this is going to be a disaster.
We still need to wait for news from the director on what the matter will be, and we also need to wait for the director's arrangements on how to proceed and handle it.
He will definitely be able to handle these problems.
However, I still hope that Jake is not a clown.
In the confusion of thinking, Natasha fell asleep in a daze.
After Natasha fell asleep, she heard the sound of even breathing and fell into a deep sleep.
The corners of Zhou Ran's mouth slowly raised up, revealing a very crazy smile that spread to the roots of his ears.
In a dark mental space.
The clown stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a light appeared and shone on him.
Today he was wearing an exquisite black tuxedo, with messy oil paint on his face, and a black top hat on his head.
The clown showed a smile on his face, bowed deeply to the three audience members, walked slowly and elegantly to a piano, and sat down.
He retracted the smile on his face, adjusted his tuxedo, loosened the red bow tied loosely around his neck, coughed twice, and said extremely seriously: "My dear friends, please come and listen to the clown himself." A piano piece composed by me! This is a piano piece that I have been thinking about for a long time, and it was inspired by an oil painting "The Carnival of Harlequin"."
"This is a miraculous and beautiful piece of music, music destined to be remembered by history. I gave this piano piece a very interesting name, "White Doves in Hell."
"Ding!"
The clown closed his eyes, raised his hands high, slammed them on the piano, and started playing.
"Ding, dong, ding...hahaha..."
As the music played, the smile on the clown's face became bigger and bigger, his laughter became more and more crazy, and his hands moved faster and faster, and afterimages appeared.
This is not a piano piece at all. Instead, it is like a scream from hell, a scream from the devil. It is very harsh and terrifying. This is a piece of music that is difficult to express in words, because it is a piece of music played by a madman. , and he doesn’t know what he’s playing?
Xiao Zizai, who was listening to the clown's performance in the audience, gently pushed up his glasses, a trace of scarlet flashed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a smile, and murmured to himself: "The whiteness in hell" Pigeon? Mr. Clown's metaphor is very vivid..."
Hannibal hugged the dark stone, slowly closed his eyes, and his body began to dance to the rhythm of the music, mesmerized.
"Ding……"
"boom!"
When the last note sounded, the clown smashed the piano with both hands.
The clown stood up slowly, took off the black hat on his head, bowed, and said with a smile: "Thank you, everyone, for listening."
