I’m just a Superman Chapter 36: : Multiple admissions

　　 Explosives detonated, and the violent fireball and swift shock wave resembled the palm of a giant, completely tearing the loom around it to pieces, and then swept across the textile factory like a beast out of a cage.

　　 I don’t know how many kilograms of high explosives exploded, and the power it exploded is extremely terrifying. What Li Wei could not do in a few minutes, it only took a few seconds to do it.

　　Where the blast wave spreads, there is a ruined wreckage.

　　 "Bah, bah!"

　　 Dust was flying everywhere, like a first-class haze site. Inside the factory building, a sonic boom suddenly sounded, and under the surging air current, Li Wei's gray-headed figure appeared in it.

　　 "MMP." Looking at his clothes that have been stained gray with dust, Li Wei's face is not good: "Hydra is right, I remember you!"

　　 If he hadn't been always on the alert for those of the Brotherhood who might have planted a bomb in the textile factory, he might have been injured in that explosion just now.

　　 But now, he is not injured much, but the loom, which seems to be very important, has been completely destroyed in that explosion.

　　 The purpose of his coming to deal with the textile factory is to find some strange things that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years. As a result, they are gone now.

　　 Li Wei was itching with hatred, but he was helpless. The matter between the Brotherhood and the Continental Hotel on his side had not been resolved yet, and the Hydra matter would still be ranked behind.

　　 Hydra, he is familiar with it. He has mentioned it in many games. The evil creature in ancient Greek mythology. Cut off one head and grow two more heads. The head in the middle is still immortal and has vitality. Quite tenacious.

　　 He doesn't know if the people who detonated the bomb are behind this mythical creature, but even if it is, he will screw off all the nine snake heads one day!

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

　　I recalled a little psychologically, and Li Wei came back to the room where several outstanding assassins were buried.

　　 pushed open the thick door and walked in. Rows of arc-shaped bookshelves appeared in his eyes, densely packed with documents and books lined up quietly, and the black slender text recorded the brotherhood. Items.

　　 Abandoning the Brotherhood was only Sloan’s decision alone. He couldn’t have concealed that the assassins in the textile mill would remove the books, documents and looms belonging to the Brotherhood. This is how the bookshelf now appears in Li Wei’s eyes. .

　　To replace it with the old one, Li Wei certainly couldn't read the document with English letters all over the sky, but it's different now.

　　 Picking up a document, Li Wei flipped through it quickly, and in just a few moments he scanned the contents of it to one side.

　　 is like a phantom of tens of millions of clones moving between the bookshelves. A few minutes later, Li Wei found what he was interested in in a document and classics-the wounded can be quickly healed by putting the wounded 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 another church appeared, Li Wei didn't think it was unbelievable.

　　 The only strange thing is why the Brotherhood has holy water, and the assassin is not a priest, so he can't kill at night and recite the curse during the day, right?

　　 "The wounded are placed in holy water... dare to use the word, the amount of holy water should be a lot? Is it something like a bathing hall that soaks all people in?"

　　 Li Wei finally muttered, and the movement of his hands accelerated a bit. For a while, Li Wei seemed to be everywhere in the room.

　　...

　　 New York City Police Department.

　　George Stacy got the police call immediately, and his face was anxious: "There was a shooting and explosion at the Williamsburg Textile Mill 17th. The nearest police officer was sent to block the scene, and the rest will leave now!"

　　 Hydra is based in the branch of SHIELD in New York.

　　"Master Pierce, the textile factory where the Brotherhood is located was captured?"

　　 "When?" Alexander Pierce, who is now the head of the Hydra and the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., frowned suddenly: "Our people did it, or someone else?"

　　"An Asian named Livy Deller." Sitwell replied: "The soldiers and researchers we sent to the textile factory were all dead, 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 numeric characters was swiped across the computer, and then a human face was drawn: "What is it for me?"

　　 "Did you get what you wanted?"

　　 "Hmm." Zola's voice couldn't hear any emotions: "With this thing, my algorithm will be completely completed in a short time. Wait, see the plan, and it will be executed soon. "

　　 "This is the best way." Get the answer you want~IndoMTL.com~ Pierce nodded in satisfaction, and then picked up the folder that Sitwell had just sent on the table.

　　"Levy Deller, a tramp?"

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

　　 "Regardless of success or failure, I don't want to see these ridiculous false information appear in front of me."

　　 Listening to Pierce’s tepid voice, Sitwell couldn’t help but some cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He wiped off the sweat from 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 Mill No. 17 was taken over by S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau."

　　"S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Sitwell was a little confused. According to his thoughts, this kind of thing that might involve super-powered people should obviously be handled by Hydra under a layer of S.H.I.E.L.D. skin. Profit.

　　"This is not something you should think about." Pierce said faintly: "Just do what I said, and it's 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, who looked like a pirate in a black leather jacket and black blindfold, walked into Pierce’s office: "Chief, you are looking for me."

　　"Here is a task for you to handle." Pierce put the folder of the No.17 textile mill in front of Fury: "I believe you should be able to handle it."

　　 "New task?" Ferry picked up the folder and looked through it, then nodded calmly: "I will do everything possible to complete the task."