The method of beauty and comics pierces the heavens

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The next morning.

NYU Langone Medical Center,

Outside the gate, two armed security guards were whispering.

"Tom, go and take a look. That truck has been parked illegally for a long time."

"Come on, Jerry, look at the logo spray-painted on the car. That's Stark Industries, an arms dealer. I don't want to get into big trouble. If they get complaints, the fixed-point physical examination fees they pay for a year will be enough for the dean. We’ve fried it hundreds of times.”

"It's rare for you to be so smart, Tom. You don't need the director to fire us. As long as he says a word, the director will hang us at the door of the hospital."

"One more thing is worse than one less thing. Look at the driver, our black brothers. Anyway, he didn't block the passage."

"Your breakfast is the famous and delicious New York hot dogs that Tony Stark bought personally from the car." Tony wore a peaked cap, looked around, then got on the bus and threw the bags into everyone's hands. .

"You should be grateful. None of my three hundred ex-girlfriends were treated like this."

"Are they all from Thermopylae?"

Zhang Li took the hot dog, then stuck his head out to take a look.

The hot dog stall is on the corner of the street, less than 200 meters away. The boss is a shopkeeper in her 40s.

Take a bite, well, the familiar taste, fresh ingredients, and sauces from the supermarket, all in all, it is unpalatable.

Zhang Li breathed a sigh of relief. It was definitely not what we sold at Qidian: "I thought you would buy hamburgers."

"Who would eat hamburgers every day, Fury? This is your share. You're welcome."

"Oh, thank you. Tony. Zhang asked that question for me. Not counting the days when I was in coma, I've eaten six or seven hot dogs in a row. Damn it's hot. Natasha, Clint, you're back. "

Nick Fury tore off the wrapping paper, took a bite, returned Natasha's greeting, opened the automatic door of the carriage, and then slowly started the modified truck.

The mobile work carriage looks like a secret agent and an American TV series.

"Is there anything gained?"

Zhang Li pulled the two people into the carriage and asked.

"Not so good. In 1972, the attending doctor who consulted Dr. Zola had already retired."

Natasha took the hot dog bought by Tony and continued: "The auxiliary diagnosis and treatment nurses are still there, but they can't remember the relevant things. After all, it has been almost 20 years, and they have to treat so many patients every year. . It’s such a hard job, killing people is much easier than saving people.”

Fury ignored Natasha Xianglin's wife-like thoughts: "Retirement means he is still alive."

"Hmm, but I think we won't have any Alzheimer's disease even in the past. I heard the head nurse said that the respected old gentleman can't even remember his own name now."

Tony nodded, listened carefully, and was still writing and drawing in his notes.

Zhang Li leaned over and took a look, and Tony connected some seemingly unconnected clues.

Ever since he lost the elementary school math Olympiad, he has never used this backward way of taking notes.

This shows that this kid is starting to take this "detective game" seriously.

"I have another question. Now that we have obtained that thing, all the information about Project Paperclip, why do we still keep an eye on Dr. Zola and the others? We can also visit them one by one."

Nick Fury did not reply to Tony, but continued to ask Hawkeye: "Where is the paper file, Agent Patton?"

"Well, fortunately, within 30 years, we can still find relevant information. It shows that Dr. Zola started treatment at home shortly after the diagnosis." Eagle Eye said.

"Hey, no one answered my question. Am I a transparent person?"

"Mr. Stark, what do you think S.H.I.E.L.D. is? Every scientist recruited by Project Paperclip has strategic significance to change the world. There are only a few people alive now. At any time and anywhere, there is a special team working hard near them. If we don't want to alert the snake, Dr. Zola is our best choice. Please pay attention to follow your father's footsteps. You still have a lot to learn." Nick Fury turned his head from the cab and gave Tony a crazy meal output.

Okay, I understand and forgive you, but I don’t like the feeling of being plotted by my teammates.

Tony shrugged at the others, made a facial expression at the same time, and compared the mouth movements, silently asked the others:

"When are you going to tell him that his partner is not dead, but was knocked unconscious by us?"

"We are in the wrong, let him vent his anger first." Zhang Li replied.

"Hey, Fury, turn your black head back and look at the road. The street lights are still in town."

"Now that we have arrived outside the city, detectives, do you have any suggestions on where we want to go next?"

Nick Fury yelled into the truck bed.Noisy traffic and wind howling outside the window.

"Don't you have your answer, Agent Fury? The highway to New Jersey is just ahead."

Zhang Li shouted towards the cab.

"Zola himself is an expert in biology, and even the first genetics expert in history. If I were him, I would never be willing to let myself be defeated by the disease in the professional field."

"Ah hahaha, yes, smart Chinese Tony, you should learn more from this little brother. Sometimes I feel like he is as calm as your uncle."

"So what you are saying is that the so-called home treatment is to return to S.H.I.E.L.D. to study yourself."

Hawkeye looked up from his phone screen.

I thought I was going to Dr. Zola's retirement home now.

The large-screen mobile phone produced by Stark Labs immediately captured the hearts of older archery otakus.

Looking at the Contra that he had cleared once, Hawkeye felt for the first time that his brain was a bit insufficient.

"Yes, I understand that besides SHIELD, where else can provide better scientific research conditions? But how do you know which branch of SHIELD Zola has returned to?

The base in the 70s should have been abandoned long ago. Moreover, there is no specific address in the information Howard gave. "

Zhang Li smiled slightly: "Suppose we are SHIELD, no, Agent Fury, suppose you are the director of SHIELD running a quasi-intelligence agency, where would you hide him?"

Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., that sounds so far away, but I like to praise the Chinese way of speaking.

This flattery smells so good

Nick Fury laughed heartily: "Of course, right under my nose."

What are you talking about, Bangbanghammer?

Hawkeye's eyes were full of frustration, and he turned to look at Natasha.

The old aunt and her best friend had fallen asleep quietly next to each other.

A level [-] agent with a black face and a black heart, the best engineer who can evolve into the detective Sherlock anytime and anywhere, and an equally smart nephew who is unconditionally protected by Natasha.

Hawkeye thought gloomily.

Sleep, sleep wisely, besides fighting, what else do I need to worry about?

Everyone in this car is smarter than they are, and I hate that feeling.