I’m just a Superman - Chapter 38

[Chapter 38: Sloan Dead?]

As expected of the assassin who could survive Li Wei’s attack until the end, Aleksei threw twice in the textile factory and actually made a black hole like a dog hole.

Then it squeaked like a mouse into the stinking hole, and soon disappeared.

“Drill down the sewer, this is it.”

Li Wei twitched at the corner of his mouth and gave up the idea of digging a dog hole like Alechet. With his speed of Mach 3 per second, he could swagger out under the siege of the police.

The New York City government has not yet had the luxury of equipping high-speed cameras on a large scale, which means that once Li Wei starts running, no camera can capture him.

…

In the harsh siren sound, the New York police surrounded the entire No. 17 textile factory at a very fast speed, but looking at the textile factory exuding thick ash smoke, none of the dozens of police officers dared to step forward. .

If they were just catching criminals, they would definitely have entered the textile factory to investigate at this time, but now the scene is still on fire, and the fire is not under their control.

In order to reduce some fire fighting pressure for the subsequent firefighters, they are not going to enter the scene, so as not to get in vertically and be carried out by firefighters horizontally.

As a result, the police officers who had arrived at the scene early maintained the cordon and watched the flames and poisonous flames in place, and did not prepare to enter the scene until the subsequent firefighters extinguished the fire.

But at this time, a marinated egg suddenly appeared.

“We took over here.” Nick Fury stood in front of NYPD Commissioner George Stacy and calmly showed an FBI ID.

Looking at the document in Fury’s hand that he was all too familiar with, George had mixed feelings in his heart: “I waited here for half an hour, but now you tell me that this place belongs to the FBI? Impossible!”

“Okay.” Seeing that the FBI’s certificate was eaten by a turtle in front of George, Fury didn’t continue to put it on, took back the wallet in his hand, turned the page, and placed it in front of George again.

“The Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, everything here is now under our full authority, and if you have any questions, you can respond to the World Security Council.”

George: ?

?

?

Looking at Fury with confusion on his face, George never imagined that the braised egg in front of him was actually such a thing, and found that the FBI couldn’t let him give in, and actually carried it out of the World Security Council.

But I have to say that he had to accept this move. He really couldn’t fight against the Security Council. He decided to give in: “Everyone, close the team.”

The FBI has close cooperation with the police, but not necessarily with S.H.I.E.L.D. The agents behind Fury have more experience in such extraordinary events than the NYPD, and naturally they are not needed.

As for documents.

To say that the FBI’s documents were forged, George believed it, but the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, most people don’t even know that there is this department, so don’t talk about forgery.

Finally, he took a deep look at Fury, who was blushing and not beating, and George turned around bitterly and left the scene.

Watching George go away, Fury re-looked at the textile factory in front of him that had been turned into a ruined wall.

He had read all the documents Pierce had given him.

The content recorded in the document is not much, and it can even be said to be extremely limited, but it is precisely because of this limited content that Fury believes that its authenticity is beyond doubt.

‘The homeless person, related to the death of several killers, suspected of killing the arms dealer Marshall and the Marquis of Chicago, was chased by the Continental Hotel and killed dozens of killers…’

Although the string of characters together seemed rather weird and absurd, Fury’s keen sense of smell told him,

There must be more hidden secrets behind this seemingly absurd content.

Knowing that all the secrets are hidden in Li Wei, Fury knows that this time the textile factory investigation is likely to be unsuccessful, but his professionalism still makes him not let go of any possible clues.

…

“The Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, this name really has the European and American style of naming, the old lady’s footbinding cloth – smelly and long.”

In the dark, Li Wei walked out of the blockade of the textile factory at supersonic speed in front of unknown numbers of people, and finally learned some more interesting information from the conversation between Fury and George.

Write down this information for the time being, Li Wei knows that what he has to do now is not to think about the mess, but to go to a place more than a dozen miles away to solve the problem of Sloan who wears a clothes that he doesn’t know how much trouble he has. .

At supersonic speed, the distance of several kilometers is just a few seconds for Li Wei. When he saw Sloan in a suit, Sloan just put down his mobile phone.

“Who are you calling?” Suddenly appearing in the room, Li Wei took the mobile phone in Sloan’s hand, opened the phone address book skillfully, and a string of phone numbers that looked quite strange came into view: “Can you tell me this is Whose number?”

Sloan’s eyes were a little dazed when he suddenly appeared, and then he regained his composure: “Levi Deller, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

“Really.” Li Wei smiled: “I’ve been looking for you for a long time. By the way, let me tell you something, I just went to a textile factory first… No, you should already know this, right? ”

Having said that, Li Wei shook his phone: “Tell me, whose number is this?”

“The Continental Hotel.” Sloan was very calm, and he even made a cup of coffee for himself: “As you think, the Continental Hotel’s pursuit of you was released through me.”

“Then I really want to thank you.” Li Wei laughed, pulled out the battery of the mobile phone, and stuffed the power-off mobile phone into his pocket: “Now tell me, what are you going to use to buy your life.”

“I have nothing to give you.”

Sloan sat on the sofa and took a sip of coffee indifferently: “The Brotherhood no longer exists, and I was found by you. I don’t think you will let me go.”

Seeing that Sloan was so uncooperative, Li Weipi threatened with a smile: “Have you heard of torture?”

“Of course.” Putting down the coffee cup, Sloan raised his hand and looked at his watch: “3…”

“What are you doing?” Li Wei subconsciously found that something was wrong, his feet changed, and his eyes were fixed on Sloan.

“2…” Regardless, Sloan continued the countdown calmly.

“Shut up!”

“It’s too late.” Sloan looked back at the coffee and smiled at Li Wei again: “You shouldn’t have let me drink that cup of coffee.”

“what?”

“0…”

The words fell, Sloan’s originally calm face began to distort, and his body began to stiffen, but after a few short breaths, he cut off his vitality.