Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

He took out a metal lighter and threw it at him.

It's like touching oil.

The flames spread from the metal lighter.

Dazzling sparks ignited instantly, "Don't waste the explosives if you don't need them!

The previous portion was deducted from your salary.

Lighters too!"

Chapter 107 Back to New York!

Looking up, rows of towering hard drive processors are like rolling mountains.

The machine is densely packed with circuits and switches, and the thick wires are like countless pythons, winding and twisting.

On the central control console, there was a huge screen with various data constantly jumping on the screen. Lester was sitting in front of the console with sweat all over his face. He frowned and pressed the characters on the keyboard with some hesitation.

"Boss, this is 124-bit encrypted, there's nothing I can do!" Lester looked at the characters on the screen with some numbness, "Maybe Vulture can... but maybe not.

After all, he was just an electrical engineer.”

"Then what are you capable of?

I thought that after three days of seclusion, you had cracked the code.

So you haven't cracked a single character in such a long time." Fisk looked at Lester speechlessly.

They are on the top floor.

It is also the main control center of the entire Umbrella Biological Experiment Center.

It took little effort to get here.

There aren't any guards on this building, just some lasers and stuff.

Especially the laser corridors like the one in Resident Evil that can easily cut people in half. They are installed in many places, but just one grenade can blow any laser corridor to pieces.

Also, there is such a thing as a high voltage grid… there is absolutely no electricity.

The building does not have an independent power station; the laser corridors and some emergency lights are powered by backup batteries.

They will only be activated after sensing someone entering.

And things like power grids require a lot of electricity.

It is simply not something that a small backup power supply can provide.

Therefore, without touching the experimental subjects in the jars, Fisk and his team easily reached the roof.

However, Fisk also toured the laboratories below and saw many strange and bizarre experimental subjects, which was really an eye-opener.

However, he has never found the "workshop" where these experimental subjects are produced.

It’s not that he didn’t look hard, but there is a very high possibility that it is not here. This is just a storage place.

Fisk had been taking in the architectural style of the entire building.

Finally he decided that this place was suitable for a base.

Not only are the walls thick, but the radiation content is also not high.

Spending a day here is equivalent to taking one thirty-sixth of an X-ray. The radiation level is very low and you can ignore it by taking some anti-radiation drugs.

If this building is designed well, it can be built into a fortress.

More importantly, this is a logistics base, and many of the factories nearby are made of iron sheets, which are specially used for stacking goods and are easy to dismantle.

But such a large project may require a lot of people and a professional construction team... Workers are easy to find, including Ada Wang and the camouflage uniforms they captured not long ago, these are all excellent free labor.

But professional matters should be left to professionals.

Construction is not as simple as imagined.

Fisk decided to return to New York and see if he could kidnap a construction team.

It would be best if they could settle in this world forever, because we will have to build other factories in the future, and we can't go looking for them every time we need to build them, right?

"Where is Zhao Hailun?" Fisk turned around and looked around several times, but there was no sign of Zhao Hailun. This woman had just been here giving advice and trying to crack the computer in the hope of obtaining the files and data in it.

But in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

Lester pursed his lips and pointed in the direction of the door, "It seems that Bella took him downstairs!

I guess he has set his eyes on some new experimental subject."

Fisk nodded thoughtfully. He could feel that Zhao Helen liked it here very much, but what she liked more was the complete range of experimental supplies and the experimental subjects soaked in large glass jars, like lambs to be slaughtered.

Any technology from the experimental subjects here can allow Zhao Hailun to stand on the Nobel Prize podium and fulfill her lifelong dream.

After all, these are all the scientific research results of a huge biological company that once almost destroyed a planet.

Although Zhao Hailun did not get the detailed information, the various experimental subjects themselves are the best research materials, and every biotechnology can be deduced through reverse engineering.

What’s more important is that all the data has not been lost, but is stored in a control center that is encrypted with a 124-bit password.

Fisk searched around for a long time but couldn't find the so-called hard drive.

But think about it, this is normal.

If the hard drives containing these technologies could be found so easily, they would have become ubiquitous and the world would not have ended in doomsday.

"Boss, I know someone in New York who has a lot of experience in cracking this thing. How about I find him when I get back and let's crack this thing again.

After all, this thing can only be used three times. If it fails three times, all the data will be formatted and cleared, which is really not worth the loss. "

Fisk nodded helplessly. "One hundred and twenty-four damn characters. Aren't they afraid that their hands will shake when they input the numbers, causing the wrong numbers to be entered and the data to be cleared?"

"It should be the key." Lester pointed to the hard disk port on the host, "The key should be set in advance. You only need to insert the key disk and the key will be automatically released. You don't need to enter it manually, but you can also enter it manually..."

Lester changed the size of the key and said confidently: "That man is a computer genius. He was caught trying to steal the nuclear bomb code. Later, he became a secret agent of the CIA and the Department of Defense, specializing in helping the CIA and the Department of Defense to crack some confidential documents.

He and I are old acquaintances. I used to deal with him often when I was in the Ministry of Defense... Knock him out and bring him here, then send him back after the crack is done. No one will find out!"

Fisk shook his head and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Lester hesitated, but nodded. "I understand. I will make it look like he was shot in a home robbery."

"Find a scapegoat!" Fisk suddenly said, as if remembering something: "Is Mr. Pickles dead?"

"No... I made him the most popular man in the prison, I hope he'll like it." Lester said with a wink.

Fisk understood what he meant and waved his hand in disdain, "You're disgusting. Remember to find him some more black people. I remember that black people like white guys the most."

"no problem!"

Fister nodded, stretched, and ended the conversation.

I looked at my watch.

They have been in this world for almost a week.

Converted into the Marvel world, it is more than a day.

It's time to go back.

However, there are still some things to be resolved before going back.

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Ada Wang and others sat in the room with expressionless faces.

Their hands were no longer tied with ropes.

It formed a sharp contrast with the people in camouflage uniforms who were tied up like dumplings next to them, and there were delicious beef ribs in front of them, and the tempting aroma wafted in the air.

This is simply unimaginable in the end times.

Especially since they haven't eaten something with all five flavors like this for a long, long time.

You know, in doomsday, even salt and sugar have become luxuries. The only thing that can make them feel salty and sweet is probably canned meat!

But they didn't dare to eat what was in front of them.

Because they were afraid, afraid that this would be their last meal.

The people in camouflage uniforms next to them were tied up like dumplings and staring at all this. Their eyeballs were about to pop out and saliva was flowing from the corners of their mouths uncontrollably.

Although their boss died, they did not die with him.

Lady Hachisha took over those inferior gifts in their heads, and Dimitrescu became their new master.

As the owner of the gift, Dimitrescu possesses the complete gift and is the absolute superior.

However, Fisk tied them up anyway.

The purpose is to make an example of someone else to scare the monkeys!

Fisk pushed open the door and walked in from outside.

Lester followed behind him.

From the hammer in his hand.

It's the kind of rubber hammer used to tamp soil on construction sites.

When he walked into the room, everyone's eyes turned to him.

Lester walked to the side without saying a word, casually kicked down a man in camouflage uniforms, and smashed his head with a hammer. Brain matter and blood gushed out of the broken head, and a small stream of blood soon gathered on the ground.

Fisk blocked Ada Wang and the others' sight.

His eyes swept over the plates in front of them and he said in a stern tone, "Why don't you eat? Is it not to your taste?"

Fisk stood in front of them like a mountain, blocking their view.

At the same time, it also brought them tremendous pressure.

Behind Fisk, Lester raised the hammer again and smashed another head. He was like a ruthless hammer-swinging machine, slaughtering these camouflage uniforms indiscriminately.

Although they could not see the scene of the head bursting due to Fister's obstruction, just the sound was enough to make them shudder, as if they could imagine the scene of brains popping out of the broken skull.

"Pfft!"

A faint smell of blood wafted from a distance.