On the road at the entrance of a car wash shop called Weisen near Chinatown, a pure black RV with a little white border is staying here safely.

Skye rolled up her sleeves and looked at the clean-washed side of the RV with a feeling of satisfaction. She turned her head and shouted at Chris in the RV: "Chris, help me get the white spray paint I just bought in the car shop!"

"Okay." Chris walked out of the car with a spray paint, handed the thing to Skye, and said, "It's big inside. Can I live in the innermost bed?"

"That double bed is mine, you can only live in the bed next to the bathroom." Skye opened the spray painted lid and glanced at Chris, as if he was talking about a small example. This is my RV and I will make the decision.

"Okay." Chris shrugged, saying that he didn't care much about living there.

At this time, Skye took the white spray paint and began to spray English letters on the black RV. About three minutes later, a series of beautiful English letters were printed on the black car body, and the content translated into "Skye's Cabin".

"OK, perfect!" Skye looked at the tall RV and the RV with its own logo printed on it, and her sense of pride was so inflated.

Since she successfully obtained her driver's license a year ago, Skye has taken a fancy to this multi-purpose RV that can run and live in. She just ran out of her adoptive parents and only carried a few hundred dollars on her, so she could not afford this RV that was worth 20,000 US dollars.

Therefore, you can only rely on your own talent on the computer to help others deal with some computer problems, and occasionally help others to blackmail the computer, steal some less secret information, etc.

After calming down his excitement, Skye quickly walked into the RV and looked at the vast space inside. She felt so excited. She took a big step, walked around a threshold, and came to the cab. Touching the steering wheel with the leather case, Skye breathed a long breath, twisted her body, and shouted to Chris who was still dazed at the door of the car: "GO, Chris, it's time for us to set off and go to Las Vegas!"

"Las Vegas?" Chris raised his eyebrows, walked into the car, pulled the door up, and went straight to the passenger cab, looking at the excited Skye and said, "Are you sure we are going to Las Vegas? If I remember correctly, where should it be very far from New York."

"It's almost 4,000 kilometers from Manhattan to Las Vegas, which is a tiny bit of a deal. I still covet Las Vegas, the world's entertainment capital!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Skye twisted the key, and the roar of the engine suddenly rang out of the parking space with a very beautiful and perfect reversal. Then he changed his gears and stepped on the accelerator. The RV weighing more than ten tons ran along the road to Las Vegas at a speed of 80 yards per kilometer.

Looking at Skye who was almost crazy, Chris shrugged indifferently. In his opinion, it was the same. At this time, it would be better to be low-key and low-key. Don't easily expose your fighting skills and physique that are far beyond ordinary people. Otherwise, if you are discovered by people from SHIELD, it would probably be a big trouble.

Don’t even watch S.H.I.E.L.D. in the movie, Is it really friendly to ordinary people who have extraordinary abilities?

If you have not committed a crime, you may only be supervised and monitored. Once you commit a crime, you will either be arrested or studied, or you will be secretly arrested by Hydra inside S.H.E.L.D.

Chris didn't expect that he had any connection with the people of S.H.E.L.D. at this time, S.H.E.L.D. was not so much an institution that protected the world, but rather a shelter for Hydra, a dictatorial world.

......

A slum area two kilometers away from Chinatown.

Colson and several agents quickly bypassed the vehicle parked at the intersection and got into a dilapidated three-story building.

"Sir, this man is named Os, who lives alone, his parents are in Texas, and came to New York three years ago. He started to do odd jobs in some nearby convenience stores, and was later absorbed as an external member by a gangster group called the Skeleton Gang on the street. There are thirteen crime files at the Manhattan Police Department. The most recent crime was to rob a passerby at the beginning of this year and was sentenced to four months of labor reform. He only came out of the labor reform office last month.

"Yesterday morning, Os came back wearing only a pair of underwear and vest, and contacted his superior brother, hoping that his superior brother would help him revenge. From the news we know, it can be seen that this man named Os was injured by an Asian mixed-race who was about 1.6 meters tall, and took away the guns and clothes in his hand."

A black-clothed agent quickly reported the information he knew to the chief in front of him.

After hearing this, Colson nodded silently and said, "Where is the person?"

"We controlled it in the room."

"Take me in."

“Yes, sir.”

With a "clang",

The door opened and Colson followed behind and walked in.

"Take off the black cloth bag on his head." Colson frowned when he saw this scene.

"Yes." The two people watching the bench next to him took down the black cloth on Os' head as soon as they reached out.

Os, who saw the light of day again, looked at Colson, who was obviously the chief, and played his unique black rap: "Oh, my god, I just came out of the labor camp, God, I have not committed any sins, who are you..."

"Os, I don't want to say too much to you, a minion. I'll ask you and answer, do you understand?" Colson didn't want to say too much to face such a gangster. He took out a pistol from the back, loaded it directly, and pointed at Os.

"OK, OK, ask me, man, can your gun be removed a little bit."

Os looked at the barrel of the gun in horror and pointed at him. If he hadn't been tied to the chair, he would have squatted down with his head in his arms.

"You told your superior yesterday morning that you were beaten by an Asian mixed-race?" Colson asked.

"Yes, that man knows how to do kung fu. He took my pistol away with one move, and made me a 360° spin, and fell to the ground. Look at the injuries on my hand, it has not healed yet. My God, you should catch him, he robbed my clothes."

"I will only say the last time, I will ask you and don't say anything irrelevant." Colson's face turned dark in the face of the black man.

Os admitted to his slap: "Okay."

"How tall is that person, how old does it look like?"

Os recalled: "About the position of my chest, I was 1.84 meters tall, and that person should be 1.6 meters tall, only 14.5 years old? You should know that Asians are young, and this person is very strange. He actually came naked. At that time, I thought I had encountered some strange pervert. In the middle of the night, except for the pervert who would run out naked, I couldn't think of a normal person who would do this."

Hearing his naked body running out, Colson thought of the cloth strip found in the alley, and subconsciously thought that the other party's clothes were damaged, so he ran out naked.

"It's about what time, do you still remember your appearance?"

"I don't know exactly what time it is. It was three in the morning when I went home. I often walked home on that road, which took about half an hour. Then it should be around 2:30. As for my appearance, I don't remember it very clearly. You should know that Asians look similar to me, let alone a young man."

"I can't remember the appearance at all?"

“I can’t remember…”

Before Os could finish his words, Colson suddenly took out an electric baton from the inner bag of the suit and hit Os directly.

After being hit by a fierce blow, Os' nose was bleeding instantly. He wanted to cover his nose with his hands, but found that he was tied up, so he quickly raised his head and shouted indignantly: "Oh, my god, man, I have been following your instructions, you asked and answered."

"Ask last, what does it look like!" Colson's patience was obviously a little impatient.

"I think about it, I think about it..." Os was afraid that the other party would give him this, so he immediately racked his brains to recall the situation that night.

"I remember that the boy was very pretty, his hair was quite long, and his color should be black. It was too late and I couldn't see clearly. This man looked like a good baby at first glance, but he didn't expect that he would take such a ruthless move."

Asians, well-behaved and have long hair.

After getting these two useful information, Colson did not look at Os tied up. He turned around and walked out the door. After reaching the door, he said to the agent behind him: "According to the characteristics that Os just mentioned, filter them one by one in the surveillance video. It is about 1.6 meters long, with a medium-length hair, and a tentative color of black or similar color. He may still be wearing the clothes before Os, but it is not absolute."

“Yes, sir!”

After his subordinates left, Colson stepped downstairs and walked towards his Chevrolet.

As soon as he arrived next to the car, he heard his cell phone ringing. Colson quickly took out his cell phone and glanced at the caller ID. It turned out to be the director.

"Sir, we found a very important clue. Now we are comparing the surveillance videos near Chinatown that day."

Nick Fury on the other end of the phone said, "I understand, how is the situation on Stark?"

Hearing the name Stark, Colson subconsciously frowned: "Sir, since the last incident, Stark has been staying in his villa. We can't get in at all, and we can't understand his current situation."

"I know, so I sent another person who could attract his interest."

Someone who can attract Stark's interest?

Colson instantly thought of who it was, and the nickname of the man, and swallowed: "I get it, sir."

"I will send Mei to help you. I hope you can investigate as soon as possible what weapon or machine is generated by that special energy fluctuation."
Chapter completed!