Super Detective in the Fictional World

At present, Luke finds it more affordable to find clues about Hydra first.

Roxon Company, which relies on American law to eat people, doesn't run, it's always there.

And the chances of finding a Hydra member are rarer, and it's easier to follow them up.

Most HYDRA deaths do not shock the official, and they try to cover themselves up.

This self-conscious opponent is so sweet, Luke loves it the most.

Determined Luke Penbo is in D.C., looking for a few targets left.

That was bad luck, three missing, two dead.

Luke reckons the three missing are probably dead too, just dead in the corner.

Neither of the two dead are home.

They went out a while ago, just outside their homes, one of them drowned in the river and one of them was hit by a car.

But without exception, the "Thousand Mile Eyes” device in their eyes has self-destructed.

Luke watched as the patrol policemen arrived, pulling away the two bodies, and his eyes glistened with excitement.

It was a cautious and fierce opponent, and he cleaned up five people without hesitation.

With the exception of the first uninformed female manager and an engineer belonging to Roxon, Luke's interests have disappeared.

Of course, this does not mean that all traces disappear.

But finding more clues from these people takes more time.

Luke has another ready path.

So he asked the intelligent program, North Star: "Did the reverse tracking program make it? ”

North Star: "Sir, the program is almost complete, but the other party has a counter-procedure and has a 72 percent chance of breaking up early. ”

Luke: “But he also has a 50 percent chance of missing something, doesn't he? ”

North Star: “This probability is uncertain because I cannot judge the ability and caution of the other technician. ”

Luke laughed low: "No, I said 50% only yes or no. ”

Talking room, he disappeared into the night.

……

Garrett looked at the news on the computer and moaned at his chin: "I can't believe no one showed up. Am I looking up to my opponent? ”

In his mouth, his eyes were gloomy.

The hidden sense of crisis in his heart is a reminder to him - this is not over.

Finally, he stood up and went back to the researcher: "These few days, 24 hours a day, watch everyone in the Mile Eye system. If there's a problem, don't hesitate to clean it up. ”

The researcher stunned and turned his head. “Are you sure? ”

Garrett nodded: “I have a feeling this time the opponent is not that simple, don't be careless. That's it, I'll go. ”

The researcher turned around and looked back at the screen.

Whatever Miles says, that's what it is.

This is all paid for by the boss, he's just a technician. That's what researchers think.

Get out of here, enter an underground parking lot, remove the nanomask, and put on another face and car to leave.

Two hours later, Luke entered the parking lot invisibly.

A moment later, he stood in front of the car parked here by Garrett, smiling on his face: "Gotcha, Mileyeye! ”

Luke's reverse tracking program was indeed discovered at the first moment, and the other party interrupted the connection to ensure its own safety.

Arctic said 72 percent chance of being discovered, but he said 50 percent chance of happening as well.

The other party did not detect the backhand in the reverse tracking procedure.

When the connection is interrupted, the rear hand is lurking, waiting for the opportunity to send out the other person's coordinates immediately.

The whole waiting process took less than five minutes, and Luke got the coordinates.

This is the result of the difference in technology between the two sides.

Apart from that Batman internet ghost powder, Luke has yet to discover that there are Earthlings with much less technology and intelligent programs.

The level of the other party is definitely not bad, unfortunately both the software and its own technology are poor.

Together, the difference is a whole grade.

Luke arrived at the coordinates again and found it to be a high-tech prosthetic institute.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that. Just as the Major called Mark Armor his prosthetic limb, it was a reasonable thing.

Follow the coordinates. The location is an office, but there's no one in it. The real target is in the basement.

Luke didn't want his opponent to know he'd found it, so he didn't dive into the heavily guarded basement, but walked around at only two night security institutes.

Then he found a backup smell in his memory.

It took him almost a minute to reflect on the scent and the person.

As more people have seen it, sensitive olfaction cannot be documented, and it is most inconvenient to only rely on brain memory.

Even if his mind is now far beyond normal and his memory has grown dramatically, it is impossible for anyone to remember.

He can only focus on those who are more special and important.

The guy I found tonight, he used to show up in front of Luke, but only once or twice, so his sensitive olfactory backup wasn't that deep.

The person in the backup proved that the other person was not a passer-by, but someone who was more impressed with Luke.

Luke just remembered that this was an earthquake, an X-bomb attack in charity, when he met two people claiming to be FBI agents.

One middle-aged man named John Garrett, the other young man named Grant Ward.

And coincidentally, their ID is "FBI Seventeenth Division," Phil, the vest department they used to use.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters three-curved wing building is located in D.C. Three suspects from that attempted imperial blank attack also came from D.C.

These plots quickly hooked up in my head, and the middle-aged man's face became clear.

That's right, that's John Garrett.

His scent is incredibly clear in this enclosed room and in the elevator room leading to the basement.

It's a no-one else's night, and the smell of one person is as compelling as an autumn firefly.

Several surveillance cameras were called on the nearby street, and Luke found the car and followed it to the underground parking lot.

This time, he was absolutely certain he had caught the righteous one.

John Garrett, Grant Ward, both of you are on the hostile list of the system, and you seem to have a problem with yourself.

Does a normal S.H.I.E.L.D. agent hate himself so much? Obviously not.

Even if an agent really wants to capture Batman or some other superhero, the sky is just plain red, and it's “against the nature of the job".

The only person left who hates Luke so much, I'm afraid, is a member of the Hydra S.H.I.E.L.D. division.

Luke couldn't help laughing when he thought about Rama's eyeball device, claiming to be Thousand Mile Eyes: This one's having a good time! Learn how to get your vest out of you.

Unfortunately, nothing can be fooled, and the smell cannot be fooled.

And just about anything, that's painting tigers as anti-dogs.