American comics: Becoming the god of technology from Osborn

Chapter 56 Something terrible is happening! (Please read! Please give me a monthly vote!)
The Winter Soldier, a super soldier who received Hydra's human body enhancement agent and mechanical arm transformation, has extremely distinctive appearance features. Harry recognized his identity at a glance.

Since the Winter Soldier is among the killers, is there any need to tell us who planned this attack?
The infamous Hydra.

For the time being, Harry didn't quite understand why Hydra wanted to kill him. They had no conflict of interest, nor did they pose a threat to each other, at least from Hydra's perspective.

"If Hydra wants to create a large army of Hydra androids for the technology of androids, then they should try every means to win me over and brainwash me into becoming a Hydra scientist. Hydra has always done this. There is no reason for them to suddenly change their approach in front of me."

But no matter what, it was an established fact that Hydra had tried to kill him. There was no way Harry would just pretend that nothing had happened, and he wouldn't care about the reasons behind it.

If Hydra wants to kill Harry, it must be prepared to be retaliated by him.

"Woo--Woo--"

A siren sounded from a distance.

"These police officers are as punctual as ever."

Harry shook his head in his heart. Every time something happened, it would appear almost after it was over. Could it be that the New York police had mastered some kind of causal technology?

"Don't move! Put down your weapons, take off your armor, and squat down with your hands on your head!"

Soon, several police cars stopped in front of Harry and others, and seven or eight policemen pointed their pistols at them and warned them.

The shouts of these policemen were loud and impressive, if you ignore their shaking legs and pale faces.

"There are so many pieces of meat and broken arms and legs at the scene... What on earth just happened?"

The policemen suppressed the churning in their stomachs and tried hard not to vomit.

"Oh my God, please help me soon, Iron Man or Spider-Man, anyone will do... Really, usually these superheroes always rush to deal with danger before us, why are they nowhere to be seen now?"

They prayed madly in their hearts that the people opposite them wearing strange high-tech armor were not impulsive and irritable super criminals.

"Don't bother with them, let's go."

Harry was too lazy to contact the police and directly summoned the aircraft in the trunk.

He equipped himself and everyone in the Terrorist Mobile Team with full sets of armor and flying vehicles, and he usually drove when traveling simply because he didn't want to expose his strength too early.

There are too many unknown forces hidden in this world, so Harry naturally hopes to develop secretly in secret.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Under the dull gazes of several policemen, Harry, Connor and the others boarded the aircraft and disappeared into the horizon in a flash.

Before leaving, Harry did not forget to activate the self-destruct function of the Osborn bulletproof car to destroy all clues of the Osborn Group that could be found at the scene.

Of course, he knew that this method could only deceive the police and the media, but that was enough.

Harry just didn't want to waste his time on a pointless legal process, even though he could win the case very easily.

"They're gone...what should we do now?"

A policeman asked cautiously as he looked at the hellish massacre scene in front of him.

"We are no longer able to handle the situation here. Please notify Captain Watanabe to come over."
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The next day, at the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., located in the Triskelion Building in Washington, DC.

In the virtual conference room, an old blond man was reporting to five virtual projections.

He was all smiles and his expression was gentle, even humble.

Because the people who report to him are the five permanent representatives of the World Security Council, who symbolize the highest power on the planet.

More importantly, SHIELD's funding depends on them.

The blond old man is named Alexander Pierce. He is the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and now its deputy director, who is specifically responsible for liaising with the Security Council.

No one knows that he has another hidden identity - one of the current senior leaders of Hydra. "...My report ends here. Thanks to the efforts of all SHIELD agents, the world is very safe."

It didn't take long for Pierce to complete this routine report.

"I beg to differ."

A Security Council representative said coldly.

"Genosha has gathered more than 10 million mutants, and among their leaders there are dangerous elements like Magneto. Who can guarantee that Magneto will not become the next Hitler? In his eyes, we are all Jews!"

"When will S.H.I.E.L.D. be able to solve the hidden dangers of mutants? Then we can talk about world peace."

"I can't guarantee that Magneto will start World War III, but I can guarantee that if that day really comes, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be the first to get the intelligence and take action to stop him."

As he said this, Pierce's expression suddenly became extremely serious, and his eyes seemed to be shining with the light of justice.

After a while, Pierce walked out of the virtual conference room and prepared to return to his office.

When passing by the secret service hall, a bald man suddenly emerged from the crowd.

"Sir, I have a very urgent matter to report."

Agent Sitwell said this with forced calmness, but Pierce clearly saw a hint of panic in his eyes and couldn't help feeling a little angry.

No matter how urgent the situation is, Hydra agents should not show their emotions, especially when they are inside S.H.I.E.L.D. If they accidentally reveal their true colors, then their long-planned cause will fail!

"Come with me."

But at this time and place, Pierce couldn't get angry, so he took Sitwell to an empty corner.

"What happened? You look so panicked, you don't behave like a secret agent at all!"

Pierce asked with a straight face.

"Sir, all members of the team we sent to assassinate Harry Osborn last night were killed. Almost everyone was dismembered and died in a very miserable way."

Sitwell lowered his head and spoke carefully.

"What did you say!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pierce's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly asked.

"What about the Winter Soldier?"

"I don't know. The Winter Soldier's body was not found at the scene. He was most likely captured."

At this point, Sitwell paused and said with an unpleasant expression: "What's more troublesome is that because the team was killed too quickly, when we confirmed that they had lost contact, the police had already blocked the scene in advance, and the body of the agent is now in the hands of the police..."

At this moment, Pierce only felt his head buzzing.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Sitwell saw that his leader looked bad and asked quickly.

"I'm fine. What kind of storms have I not seen over the years?"

Pierce took a few deep breaths and regained his composure.

"The agents we send out have no identification, so they can't find anything. We also have people in the police system, so there's no need to worry about that."

"But Harry Osborn has seen our killer with his own eyes and captured the Winter Soldier. He poses a serious threat to the safety of the organization and must be eliminated as soon as possible!"

(End of this chapter)