Super Detective in the Fictional World

The sun rises and pierces the last darkness before dawn, with a golden glow covering the earth.

D.C. is experiencing another beautiful day in early May.

Whether it was yesterday's street shootout or the night's covert plot, the social animals at work are still working today.

S.H.I.E.L.D. employees are coming in from within the Three Curves Building.

In the entrance lobby covered by glass ceilings, a wave of people swept in, passing through the security passage into the building.

Unlike the average working family, many of these people are in poor mental health.

Some have a gloomy face, some have dark circles, some have lost their souls, and some look to their right.

Nickfried is dead, Captain America is wanted, and the bodies of the Rumlow squad were returned to S.H.I.E.L.D. morgue last night.

These people don't know all about it, but they do know a little bit about it, and last night we had more private communication with each other.

Nobody knows what's going to happen next, including the fighter who started it all.

Pierce stands next to a private entrance in the lobby, which has a screen shield from the rest of the lobby, and very few people come and go.

Occasionally one or two people come in and greet him politely.

Pierce just nodded casually and took care of things.

As for the complexity of these people's eyes, he was too lazy to think about it.

Insight into the success of the program has nothing to do with these little groceries.

The four remaining members of the forthcoming World Security Council are the focus.

If they detect anomalies, they may have an unknown impact on the insight plan.

Pierce can only come in person and control these guys.

Even if the five members had a provisional vote, it would be useless to take over all S.H.I.E.L.D. matters as a matter of urgency.

Pierce was the only one who gave the order, and in that short period of time, he was in control of everything at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Anyway, apart from these four members, it takes complicated procedures for others to interfere with S.H.I.E.L.D. 's operations.

That takes at least a few hours of peeling, maybe a dozen hours.

In silence, he finally waited for the walker who walked in the aisle, smiling and greeting him forward.

The other four members of the World Security Council are three men and one woman.

Together on both sides, it's just a few simple chills.

Pierce asked the security guard next to him to bring four silver brooches: "Biometrics are used here, and four people have to take this to move around freely. ”

None of the four directors cared much, and each held one in his chest.

These four brooches are the highest temporary laissez-passer and are normally accessible everywhere at Headquarters.

Tens of thousands of people enter and leave the country's headquarters every day, making it impossible for people to be tested individually, with only 24 hours of biometric surveillance of all areas.

Those who come to work temporarily are too troublesome to register biometrics, which is why they have all kinds of temporary permits.

An alarm is triggered when a person without permissions and without a temporary laissez-passer is discovered by any surveillance.

That's why Luke didn't want to come in before.

Without paying any attention, this biomonitoring system, which is located at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, may have recorded his genetic characteristics.

Until there was super masculinity, genes were his own, no matter who he was or who he was, and he couldn't hide.

This was followed by top-secret talks, with the four members' entourage remaining in the lobby rest area.

Pierce took the elevator and headed straight for the private floor of the World Security Council - Pierce's personal office area.

Enter Pierce's office, which is a spacious living room with a desk and four virtual projection seats across the street.

Usually, the four members communicate with Pierce through the projection seat.

Today is also a rare day for them to come in person.

Because just yesterday, they agreed to the Insight Program launch and deliberately came in for a final pre-launch inspection.

Just as Pierce spoke to the four directors, Steve watched Maria Hill open an extremely hidden door with mechanical gloves.

Then the two of them took turns and verified their identities before the door opened.

Steve asked very quietly, "How did I not know there was this thing here? ”

Hill: “I don't know. The officer just told me last night. ”

As soon as Steve listened, he immediately said: This is just the basic operation of the halogenated egg guy, not to mention.

He was just worried that Hill would come and go through these dark doors on a regular basis, and that the passage would not necessarily be safe.

It turned out to be the back hand of the suspicious halibut egg again, which is fine.

After all, as a man who has been "dead” several times, Nickfried's backhand is not that easy to spot.

Worse still, Pierce has long listed the two men as key suspects whose authority within S.H.I.E.L.D. was revoked yesterday.

But just now, after this secret door verified their identity, they regained biometric privileges.

And this privilege, like this dark door, nobody knows, the highest level, can access any area without triggering an alarm.

Steve and Hill stared at the passers-by face that came with the nanowar and swung into the communications room at Headquarters.

Pierce is laughing in the front and celebrating with four councillors.

The next five men will go to the basement to build the base and personally inspect the pilot operation of the Sky Carrier.

According to Pierce, this mothership was only activated to detect whether the operating data were normal and would not be directly lifted.

At this point, an emotional man sounded on the emergency channel at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters: "Attention, all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, this is Steve Rogers. ”

Pierce also heard this familiar man's voice and the smile on his face suddenly stifled.

The emergency channel is dedicated to broadcasting messages and basically covers more than 90 per cent of the headquarters area.

Everyone at Headquarters can hear it unless it happens to be in some special place.

Steve doesn't have any bullshit, he briefly explains these two days.

Focus on Pierce, the Hydra, who killed Nickfried, planted it on Steve, and Hydra, who had infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D., and cautioned everyone about the suspects.

Luke listened to Steve and shook his head and sighed: This guy's mouth cannon, it's a little awesome.

The key is his position in S.H.I.E.L.D., his accomplishments, and his words have tremendous authority and infectivity.

If it's Luke, I don't think so.

Someone who knows himself, all he's good at is spitting and making cold jokes. He's very professional at hitting people. Forget it.

So you still have to take advantage of your ability to do it, and that's the way to go.

Just as Steve blasted and listened to countless people at S.H.I.E.L.D., Luke, dressed in an action team black uniform, entered the headquarters command room brightly.

In the biometric system, he is now a member of the real action team and a Hydra member.

Of course, the operator's body was thrown into space one last night, and he would never hit his face.

Along the way, Luke also activated the primary hiding from John the Night Demon, subconsciously ignoring him as the only one on the move.

And then he picked a no-good corner, and he swept through this central control room, contrasting it with Elena's half of the painting.