Super Detective in the Fictional World

The following day, New York was still gloomy, with sporadic rain still flowing in the sky.

Frank was hitting the sandbags in the training room in the house and the doorbell rang.

Walking to open the door, the puncher dressed in a grey and black hooded sweatshirt stood at the door, lifting the big cowhide paper bag in his hand and saying, “Want some? ”

Frank sided faceless, letting the way in: “I've eaten. ”

Luke walks in the door and says, "Do you want me to leave you some for lunch? ”

Frank just shook his head, closed the door and sat back on the sofa in the living room.

Luke took a cheeseburger out of a big paper bag and bit it: "How was your break? ”

Frank: “It's okay. ”

Luke reached over the remote control on the coffee table, pressed the button and the window immediately turned into a single-sided state.

Throw away the remote control, he pulled out a cell phone from his satchel and threw it to Frank: “It's probably something in there. Take a look. If that's all right, we can start prepping. ”

Frank picked up the phone, found a "action plan" file on the desktop, opened it and looked.

Luke was not so tight, he ate a hamburger, picked up another one, and ate five in one breath before stopping.

Frank just finished his paperwork and looked up to him: "Are you sure we're going to protect citizens in Manhattan, New York, and plot how to resist tens of thousands of enemies, who also have warplanes with technology well over F4, conservatively estimated at over 500, and… um, unknown numbers of multiple spacecraft warships? ”

Luke nodded as usual: "That's right. ”

Frank was quiet for a moment, or he decided to ask a few questions: "What is a spacecraft? An aircraft carrier? ”

Luke nodded frankly again: “That's pretty much what they mean, they can fly up into the sky and release a bunch of fighters and soldiers. ”

With Frank's calm mind, he's trying to hit somebody now: "Are you sure you're not talking about a science fiction movie? Where's the spaceship from on Earth? ”

Even in the United States, the world's number one scientific power, there is no news of such equipment.

It's bullshit to say that there's more than one attack on Manhattan with this stuff.

Luke thought about it, or he took out another cheeseburger and took a bite: "Well, S.H.I.E.L.D. might have one. ”

“Uh... what?” Frank looks shocked: “Do they still have this stuff? ”

Luke: “Maybe, at least technically. ”

Frank didn't say another word, his eyes flashed.

Nor did Luke rush him to continue eating his own cheeseburger.

Even my dear Uncle Frank needs time to accept this terrible thought, otherwise he will not be a man of the earth.

After a while, Frank got up and walked over to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of mineral water and twisted it for a sip.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Is that why you came to me? ”

Luke clapped the hamburger residue on his hand: “Otherwise. Normal opponents simply do not need a team of superheroes to perform this special combat mission. ”

Frank thought about this for a while, and he thought about it.

If it wasn't for such a horrible opponent, how could Batman be willing to be a soldier at his command?

You know, he and Batman don't even know each other.

It's not absolutely necessary. How can someone give their life to a stranger?

The reason why he was approached is simple.

The opponent needs a commander who, under absolute disadvantage, can identify enemy loopholes and win backwards.

He needs to lead a team of superheroes into an operation similar to beheading tactics.

Otherwise, even if more than a dozen superheroes were under his command, it would not be possible to compete with tens of thousands of opponents with full airspace control and win.

Once exposed, the opponent mobilizes a little force and fire to slag them, and nothing superheroes do.

Special warfare is not an artifact; on the contrary, it is always a great adventure.

One small mistake, and all the combatants will be destroyed.

Not to mention that the opponent is not a weak chicken, but an army with super-strength technology, which only further reduces the team's chances of survival.

And he looked at Luke, and he said, "What about the details? The distribution of weapons and personnel, I need these things. ”

Luke finally showed a bitter smile, and the stall said, “That's the problem. ”

Frank had a bad feeling in his heart: "What do you mean? ”

Luke: “These are probably all the information I gave you, and if you have to add a little explanation, you can understand them as… an alien fleet. ”

Frank stares into his eyes: "What? ”

He didn't expect to get such a bullshit answer.

Luke affirmed it again: "Yes, they are an alien fleet capable of space navigation and are in no way recruits. ”

“Mayhem Fako!” Frank finally uttered that crude phrase.

……

Soon after, Luke took Frank out of this temporary safe house and went to a real battle center.

This battle center is located on the outskirts of Burgan, north of New Jersey, where Elena College is located.

However, the two are fairly far east and west, and the Operations Centre is closer to Manhattan.

Luke started building this place a few months ago.

It was originally a mechanical factory, and after being acquired by Luke with his vest ID as his new boss, it was a month of civil engineering.

However, before reopening, the chain of funds had been declared broken and construction could not continue for the time being.

After eating a large amount of machinery and raw materials, the plant entered a standstill state.

However, the new owner did not declare bankruptcy, so the plant had professional security guards even if it had not started.

These security guards are familiar to Mr. Riedel, who is in charge of getting in and out of here occasionally.

Today, Mr. Riedel brings in a new face, Mr. Hammer-Smith, and tells security that this is the new plant director who is responsible for everything here.

In other words, the “hammersmith" is the head of the four security guards.

Looking at that poker face, he nodded slightly, then turned away his new boss, all four security guards had a bad feeling: the blacksmith looked like he wasn't getting along very well.

Fortunately, Mr. Riedel was always so understanding that he caught the head of the security team to say a few words.

To the effect that Mr. Smith is just a bit old-fashioned, as long as they do everything under their command, that's fine.

The security employment contract will last for at least one year and may even be replaced by a long-term contract of three to five years if it performs well.

The security guards just let their minds down a little.

Life is more comfortable here in North Bergen than in the frightened city of New York, except for a little boredom, and security is a good salary.

And without this job, the next time there will be no such good treatment only God knows.