I’m just a Superman - Chapter 36

[Chapter 36: Multiple Entry]

The explosives detonated, and the violent fireball and the swift shock wave were like the palm of a giant, completely tearing apart the loom around it, and then swept across the textile factory like a beast.

I don’t know how many kilograms of high explosives exploded. The power of the explosion was extremely terrifying. What Li Wei couldn’t do in a few minutes, he did it in just a few seconds.

The explosion and fluctuations spread all over the place, a piece of ruins and wreckage.

“Bah, pah!”

Dust was flying everywhere, and in a factory building comparable to the first-level smog scene, a sonic boom suddenly sounded, and under the surging air flow, Li Wei’s disgraced figure emerged in it.

“MMP.” Looking at the clothes that had been dyed gray with dust, Li Wei’s face was not good: “Hydra, right? I remember you!”

If it wasn’t for his constant vigilance that the Brotherhood might have planted a bomb in the textile mill, he might have been injured in that explosion just now.

But now, he was not injured much, but the loom that seemed to be very important was completely destroyed in that explosion.

He deliberately came to deal with the textile factory first to find some peculiar things that have been handed down for hundreds of thousands of years, but now, they are gone.

Li Wei hated his teeth so much that he couldn’t do anything about it. The matter of the Brotherhood and the Continental Hotel on his side had not been resolved, and the matter of the Hydra would have to be ranked at the back.

Hydra, he is familiar with it. It has been mentioned in many games. The evil creature in ancient Greek mythology can grow two more heads after cutting off one head. The head in the middle is still immortal, and its vitality is quite tenacious.

He didn’t know if the mythical creature was behind the people who detonated the bomb, but even if it was, he would have to unscrew all the nine snake heads sooner or later!

The most valuable things have been blown up by the people of Hydra, but Li Wei firmly believes that the Brotherhood is an organization that has been passed down for thousands of years, and the valuable things must be more than that.

After a little mental recall, Li Wei came back to the room where several outstanding assassins were buried.

Pushing open the thick door and walking in, rows of arc-shaped bookshelves appeared in his eyes, densely packed with documents and books lined up quietly, and the slender black text recorded each item about the Brotherhood. .

Abandoning the Brotherhood was just a decision made by Sloan alone. He couldn’t have deceived the assassins in the textile factory and removed the tomes, documents and looms belonging to the Brotherhood, and this was the bookshelf that appeared in Livy’s eyes today.

Before it was changed, Li Wei would definitely not be able to read the documents filled with English letters, but now it was different.

Picking up a document, Li Wei quickly flipped through it, and in just a short moment, he scanned the contents of it completely.

Like a phantom of thousands of clones moving between the bookshelves, a few minutes later, Li Wei found what he was interested in in a document – the wounded person can be quickly healed by placing them in holy water.

“Holy water? Could it be something of the church?”

Looking at the familiar words, Li Wei suddenly became interested. Vampires have already appeared, and there is another church, Li Wei thinks it is not unbelievable.

It’s just that the strange thing is why the Brotherhood has holy water, and the assassins are not priests. They can’t kill people at night, but recite spells during the day, right?

“The wounded are placed in holy water… Dare to use this word, there should be a lot of holy water, right? Could it be something like a bath hall, soaking all people in it?”

Li Wei finally muttered, and the movements of his hands sped up a bit. For a time, Li Wei seemed to be everywhere in the room.

…

New York City Police Department.

George Stacy got the alarm call immediately, and his face was anxious: “The shooting and explosion of the Williamsburg No. 17 Textile Factory,

Send the nearest police officers to block the scene, and the rest will set off immediately!

”

Hydra’s SHIELD branch in New York.

“Lord Pierce, the textile factory where the Brotherhood is located has been captured?”

“When?” Alexander Pierce, the head of Hydra and the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., frowned suddenly: “Did our people do it, or was it someone else?”

“An Asian named Levi Deller.” Sitwell replied: “All the soldiers and researchers we sent to the textile factory died, and no other useful information was returned.”

“Well, I see.” Pierce nodded, and after Sitwell left, he tapped a few times on the keyboard: “Dr. Zola…”

A string of faint green digital characters swiped across the computer, and then a human face was drawn: “What are you looking for?”

“Have you got what you want?”

“Yeah.” Zora’s voice showed no emotion: “With this thing, it won’t take long for my algorithm to be completely completed. Just wait, the insight plan will be executed soon.”

“This is the best way.” To get the answer he wanted, UU read www.

sonicmtl.com Pierce nodded with satisfaction, and then picked up the folder on the table that Sitwell had just sent.

“Levi Deller, a homeless man?”

Looking at the absurd and somewhat ridiculous information on the document, Pierce frowned suddenly. After a moment of silence, he picked up the phone on the table: “Sitwell, go and contact ICA and hire them to deal with this person.”

“Whether it’s successful or not, I don’t want to see this ridiculous disinformation in front of me again.”

Hearing Pierce’s tepid voice, Sitwell couldn’t help but have some cold sweat on his forehead, and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, he nodded respectfully: “Understood!”

“One more thing, let those people from the New York Police Department leave. The case of Textile Factory No. 17 was taken over by S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“S.H.I.E.L.D.?” Sitwell was a little puzzled. According to his thoughts, this kind of thing that might involve superpowers should obviously be handled and profited by Hydra under the skin of S.H.I.E.L.D.

“This is not something you should think about.” Pierce said lightly: “Do as I say, and you’ll be fine.”

“…Yes.”

Hanging up the call with Sitwell, Pierce closed the folder in his hand again, picked up the phone again and dialed a series of numbers.

A few minutes later, Nick Fury, wearing a black leather jacket and a black eye patch, like a pirate, walked into Pierce’s office: “Director, look for me.”

“There is a task for you to handle here.” Pierce put the folder of Textile Mill No. 17 in front of Fury: “I believe you should be able to handle it.”

“New task?” Fury picked up the folder and looked at it, and nodded calmly: “I will do everything possible to complete the task.”