1107 Greymakin Road, Salem Center, Westchester County, New York

Augustus was led by SHIELD agent Kara to his new residence in Westchester County, a two-story villa with a private swimming pool and a nice lawn.

Judging from the decoration and maintenance, the previous owner took good care of it.

"To be honest, I didn't expect the new place to be so great."

Augustus said to Carla who was standing aside. She seemed to be a Mexican agent, taciturn and not pretentious.

"Your new identity is Frederick Hoffman, a literature teacher at Scono Middle School in Westchester County. We have considered your learning experience and professional hobbies and think this should be something you can accept and be competent for."

Work, here are the various documents for your new identity, and your new account savings card is also inside. We will transfer the amount in your original account to yours through SHIELD's overseas account within a few days.

In the new account."

Carla handed Augustus a full briefcase and the key to the villa.

"Any more questions?"

"No more. S.H.I.E.L.D. is really a world-class confidential global agent organization dedicated to preventing terrestrial, extraterrestrial, and even supernatural threats around the world. I really feel so safe."

Augustus smiled, and Carla also showed a brief smile on her face and said:

"Very good, then I'll take my leave. If you have any difficulties, you can call the agent's phone number in the folder to communicate with SHIELD. The specific action guide also has regulations in it. The formulation of these regulations

For your safety, the address of SHIELD's safe house is completely confidential."

After Agent Kara gave a few final instructions to Augustus, he drove away.

After Augustus watched Agent Kara leave, he still had a smile on his face, but he turned around and stuffed the file bag in his hand into the courtyard door through the crack of the door.

When Augustus turned around, the smile on his face had disappeared like magic.

After finding the scapegoat who attracted the attention of Watt Company, the real criminal will appear.

Augustus turned around and entered a remote alley.

In the alley, a group of speedsters are dividing their stolen goods.

"Hey, idiot, this is the territory of our Spitfire Gang. You... please feel free to choose the vehicle you like."

The leader of the Speeding Party, who had red hair and a large body of black tattoos such as skulls, saw Augustus swaggering into the alley, and immediately stepped forward with a look of impatience, but was immediately pressed against by Augustus with a pistol.

On the forehead.

"The car is nice."

Augustus kicked the leader of the motorcycle gang to the ground, and then shot each of the other motorcycle tires.

"Goodbye, little ones."

Augustus blew on the gun, then started his motorcycle and drove away.

Soon after, Augustus drove his motorcycle to the underground black market in New York.

As the public relations specialist and former operations specialist of Watt Company, Augustus relied on his own memory to become familiar with the place, and soon found the black marketeer Portillo.

"Hey, my friend, I'm here to take care of old Portillo's business again. Tell me, old Portillo can get you whatever you need this time."

The Mexican black marketeer was enthusiastic after meeting Augustus.

In order to keep superheroes popular, Vought Company will support terrorist organizations with some firearms from time to time to keep superheroes popular, and Augustus will sometimes be responsible for these tasks.

"The grenade needs to be small in size and with sufficient explosive power. It needs six boxes, ten EMP bombs, a batch of plastic bombs, a barrel of industrial ether, two sets of operating tables, and a set of forging equipment including a power hammer and a forging furnace.

How long does it take to make a ton of 5160 steel ingots?"

"Your needs this time are really strange, but it's not a difficult thing for old Portillo. In ten minutes, everything will be loaded on the truck. Will you still drive away by yourself this time?"

"Of course, as usual, the payment company will call you through the overseas account. Remember, old Portillo, don't tell anyone what we bought from you. Even if you guessed it, pretend you didn't guess it.

, this is for your own good."

Augustus said to old Portillo.

"Old Portillo knows the rules."

The old Mexican man put out his cigarette on the counter, wrote what Augustus needed on a note, and handed it to a young man.

Augustus smiled, turned around and walked out of the smoke-filled shop.

Ten minutes later, Augustus drove a truck filled with goods and left the black market, humming a song.

Augustus drove the truck out of New York and parked it on a remote farm outside New York.

This is a farm that Augustus purchased privately. Although this small farm was only half-operated after Augustus bought it, it did not bring much profit to Augustus, but it was a good place.

Hideout.

Augustus unloaded the contents of the truck one by one, then drove the truck to the farm cabin and hid it with straw.

After packing everything up, Augustus took the equipment he needed, drove the Plymouth van with a black license plate that he had also bought from the elder Portillo, and drove towards New York City as the night slowly fell.<

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With great speed, Augustus wants to put the blame on SHIELD and the CIA before they can react.
Chapter completed!