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"But it could also be that too many people are doing the same thing and asking the same question. Even if he denies it, the matter remains unclarified.

"And he didn't know how to stop or sue the people who came to him. The immense psychological pressure made him even more dependent on drugs, and he might even kill himself.

"To put it bluntly, it's not about who did it. It's about everyone. So, is that clown a problem? Why are so many people out to get him, even going so far as to destroy him?"

Bai Fuli answered evasively: "The Joker's situation is not only difficult, but we can't find a way to deal with him at this stage.

"No matter how powerful a mutant is, there are ways to restrain him. But we know too little about him to effectively restrain him."

"You're scared," Heffernan said sarcastically.

"Isn't it the job of people like us to prepare responses to known or unknown threats? Waiting until something happens and then dealing with it is the military's job. Waiting shouldn't be our attitude."

In response to Bai Furui's words, He Furui said indifferently: "Stop preaching, old man. I don't want to hear you say everything you haven't said for decades all at once."

"I'm dying, kid."

"Ha, this news is worth a drink for me. You want one? Beer? Whiskey?" As he said that, Hefferley walked towards his refrigerator.

"I was serious."

He paused for a moment before opening the refrigerator, but eventually Hefferry pulled out two bottles of beer and placed them in front of his father, whom he rarely saw. He asked, "What's going on? Is there something wrong with the Infinity Formula?"

After opening the beer in front of him and taking a big gulp, Bai Furui said, "It seems that you know more than I thought."

"I have eyes and ears, and I will find the answers myself. You don't still think that I'm a child who knows nothing because my parents didn't tell me. What's wrong with you?"

"You are so good at finding answers, why do you still need to ask me?" Bai Furui counterattacked.

"Because I need different sources to confirm my ideas."

"Ha, smart choice."

"So what's the matter with you?"

After taking another sip of beer, Bai Furui said, "Since you know the Infinite Formula, wouldn't you covet its ability to maintain longevity and youth? Would those old Qians who are afraid of death be an exception?"

No matter how much intelligence officers package themselves, they are not the masters of the system after all. At best, they are just the biggest parasites.

They can certainly use the gap in intelligence to mislead decision-makers and thus carry out their own will, but this still cannot conceal their essence of being useless after losing the power given by others.

So when those who gave him power spoke, could Nick Fury refuse?

The young black man, who also understood the system and power structure, was not surprised by this situation and said, "Even if you hand over the formula, it won't mean you won't be able to use it yourself."

“The recipe is trivial; the key is the ingredients.”

"Raw materials?" Heffer finally realized that things might not be as he imagined.

Bai Furui said: "Instead of not handing it over, or choosing who can use it and who can't, it's better to let everyone who asks use it. When the raw materials are exhausted, there will be no need to consider who is qualified and who is not. Right?"

"Then you can take this opportunity to take a group of people away with you. Are you serious?"

Chapter 246 Fury's Legacy

Hefferik did not forget that the infinite formula serum needs to be injected regularly to play the role of delaying aging.

If the injection is stopped, even if the body is still in healthy condition, it will collapse in a very short time and then die.

Bai Furui said calmly: "I don't care about my own death. If I can take away a group of silverfish, it will be more valuable.

"I don't deny Lao Qian's contribution to society, but I don't agree with their attitude towards life. You can't imagine how audacious these people are."

Hefferley asked about the key point of the matter and said, "If the raw materials are gone, we can just find another way to get them. Is there anything on Earth that can't defeat them?"

"You've already given the answer. There is indeed no such thing on Earth, but that's not always the case outside the Earth." Bai Furui said with a sneer.

Puzzled, Heffer asked, "What raw material is not available on Earth?"

"Kree blood."

"Kree? What's that?"

Bai Furui said: "An alien race. After World War II, they accidentally captured a crashed alien spacecraft. They combined the blood of the deceased pilot with a modified and incomplete infinite formula of the elixir of immortality to develop the SSS potion, commonly known as the infinite formula.

"As a race that can't even leave the solar system, no one can possibly expect aliens to deliver resources like meteorites to their doorsteps after they've used up all their resources."

"So the driver was drained by you?" Heffery said in surprise.

"Including bone marrow and body fluids, not a drop left."

"I'm just curious, who would take a dead alien and make a drug for a normal person to consume or inject? And the most bizarre thing is, you actually had the guts to eat it!"

Bai Furui explained: "At the beginning, the Japanese scientist prisoner never told us what the raw materials were. We were soldiers and could only obey." The Paperclip Project was not only aimed at the scientists of Itonemi.

And don't assume that Hydra was the only bad guy during World War II, while everyone else was good. All the nations involved, winners and losers, were not good people. They all committed inhumane acts during the war, and it all depends on how future generations interpret them.

Heffield didn't know whether to laugh or get angry at his father's explanation. He said, "So you're coming to me now, planning to rely on me for your retirement? Then can I ask how much of the inheritance you have?"

Bai Furui said with an unhappy look on his face: "Don't worry about that kind of thing, I have my own arrangements. But there are some things I do need to explain to you in advance."

"Tell me, I'll decide whether to do it or not depending on my mood."

"After I die, I will put my eye in the old place. Remember to take it and keep it well." One-eyed Nick Fury pointed to his intact eyeball.

"Why? Don't you think it would be more useful to leave something more valuable for me?"

"This eyeball is logged into the Bureau's biometric system and has the highest authority. You may need it one day, but the chance may only be once or twice. So use it with caution."

"Can you launch a nuclear bomb?" Heffernan asked sarcastically.

"Some intelligence is more dangerous than nuclear bombs. Once you're high enough, you'll understand why."

Heffer snorted coldly and said nothing.

Bai Furui took out a file from the inside of his black leather coat, threw it on the table and said, "This is a suggestion. Build a team that belongs to you and no one else knows about it.

"This file contains some candidates I've collected who might be useful. You'll need to find a way to win them over, and then find a way to raise the funds to support them.

"This is your own strength. Organizing that isn't a guarantee at all. If you can't do this, it means that's all you're capable of."

Without even glancing at the file on the table, Heffernan sneered, "Instead of suggesting this, why not just give me command of the Howling Commandos?"

"That team belonged to Captain America, and now it belongs to Carter. I'm just a member of it, I don't have command authority, how can I give it to you? And you can't convince others. Go form your own team, don't embarrass yourself in front of those veterans."

"I also fought in the Vietnam War." Heffer said dissatisfiedly.

Bai Furui sneered and said, "You bullied a group of monkeys in the jungle and lost? I can imagine what kind of criticism you would get when you meet those old guys.

"Although we recruited some mutants to fight, not only did we fail to utilize their strengths, but the ones who were the most ruthless behind the scenes were actually our own people. Do you want me to tell you more?"

Now Heffernan was speechless. He silently flipped through the contents of the file. He wanted to glance over it quickly, but when he saw the first content, he couldn't help but look at it a few more times and came to a conclusion: "This Henry Brown is sick."

One-eyed Nick Fury thought the same thing when he first saw this man's information. But he said, "You can't deny that this man is worth training."

Heaver summarized the information on the paper and said, "No academic records, but comments indicate she is very intelligent and can speak multiple languages. She knew Tony Stark and Katharine Hepburn. She was once a minor actor in Hollywood."

"He possesses the mutant ability of invulnerability, but the upper limit of his hardness is unknown, and pistol bullets are known to be ineffective at close range. He now works as a freelance service provider for mainland hotels. He is the Tinker!"

Bai Furui said: "He can tackle tough problems, handle logistics, and is also very smart. It can be said that as long as he is trained, he will be a talent with no shortcomings in any aspect."

Turning to the second page, Heavery let out a whoosh of admiration. "It seems Councilman Mike Horton wouldn't agree with you. He hired him as a bodyguard, and he still ended up getting killed."

"That black man is a fool. He thinks anyone will fall for his threats and bribes. It's obvious that he only responds to soft tactics and he has the capital to resist hard tactics. You should be able to infer this from his work experience."

Heffield took a look and said, "He's a crabber in Alaska, a Hollywood actor, Audrey Hepburn's last assistant, and a freelance waiter at the Continental Hotel.

"According to vague intelligence, both the Mellons and the Starks offered him olive branches, but he never responded positively. In summary, this man cannot be coerced or bribed through ordinary means. This is also the main reason for Councilman Halton's death."

"To call it the main cause is a bit of an exaggeration. But he really didn't make good use of this person."

Having put down the files, Heffernan said, "From his experience, it can be seen that personal connections are a means of controlling him. Because of all his jobs, being Audrey Hepburn's assistant was the longest he worked for.

"It's safe to say that if this outdated star hadn't died, he might have continued doing this. Could beauty have seduced him? Although we don't have specially trained swallows, we do have agents who are skilled in seduction."

Bai Fuli finished his beer, stood up and said, "He's been willing to stay with an old woman for more than two years. He's attracted to more than just her beauty. If you use the wrong method, you'll only push him away. People like this are the most troublesome."

"Got to go?"

"Because you didn't play any role, I'm going to investigate River Phoenix's death on my own. We probably won't meet again in the future. When you hear from me, remember to pick up your things."

"One last question, how will your SHIELD handle this, Director?"

Bai Furui thought for a moment and said frankly, "Ms. Carter is inclined to merge the two sides and reorganize them. She is already discussing the relevant matters with Director Alexander Pierce.

"Because we were originally a support organization for the Howling Commandos. After Ms. Carter retired, there was no one left to continue organizing these people. If the Howling Commandos were disbanded, there would be no need for us to exist."

"That's it."

"Nick Fury will then be handed over to Director Alexander Pierce as a representative of the Strategic Danger Intervention and Intelligence Logistics Office. This is the last thing I can do to help you, so take care of yourself." Bai Fury said and left.

Leaving Heffer in his apartment, he looked at the files on the table with a changeable expression.

Chapter 247 Named Task

Henry, who thought he could take it easy for two or three months, was in the Yangdong Valley Laboratory when he received a phone message calling him back to his rented house.

Of course, he brought Katie, the little tiger, back with him. The lab wasn't like a rental house, with all the necessary precautions against tiger bites and collisions. Besides Henry personally keeping an eye on her, he let Katie roam free in the wilderness.

Since I wasn't watching over at the lab and had no plans to release Katie into the wild, I could only let her go back to the rental house and chase and bite BB, the poor core robot.

The call came from the Continental Hotel. The situation was not detailed over the phone, so Henry was just asked to go to the hotel.

As a freelance service provider, although the hotel's orders were not binding, they could not be rejected without asking. So Henry drove over to hear why the hotel had called him in.

Entering the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles from a side door, along with New York, it was the only hotel in North America with two locations. Henry went straight to the service area in the basement.

The lobby on the first floor primarily catered to contract gunmen who came to the hotel to spend gold coins. Freelancers like him, unless they wanted to indulge in extravagance, would usually handle their work and contacts at the service counter.

The receptionist had her long blond hair tied up in a bun, and wore a bright red skirt and a well-tailored blazer, giving her a distinctly seductive, office lady vibe. However, the tattoo on her face was particularly striking, resembling a skull.

In fact, looking at her figure and posture, if it weren't for the scary tattoo on her face, she would be a rare beauty.

But those who end up in the mainland hotel system often have a troubled past and lack the education and experience needed to work in normal society. It's like the scar beneath a tattoo, a painful memory.

Henry never deliberately asked questions. It was just like no one here would ask about his origins. Everyone maintained a tacit understanding and interacted like ordinary people.

So when they met, Henry opened his mouth and said, "Hello, sweetheart, the color of your lip gloss today is really unique. Let me guess, grape purple?"

"No, it's just that I was wearing too little today and was cold when I came here." The girl said with a cold face as if it had nothing to do with her.

Henry grabbed the skull-faced beauty's hand and rubbed it, saying, "Oh, it's really cold. How can this be? Let me give you some warmth. Give me your other hand, too."

No matter how horrible that face may have become due to scars or tattoos, those hands are truly worthy of the description of "green jade wrists." The skin is so delicate and delicate that it is like a baby soaked in milk, smooth and white, completely different from the skin of most white people.

The girl pulled her hand back with a slight effort. There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, not sure if it was disappointment that the man in front of her didn't hold on tighter, or disappointment in the man in front of her. She looked at Henry coldly and said, "What can I do for you, Mr. Brown?"

Henry, with a look of regret on his face, but also wary of any potential mishaps, never overdoing things, simply laughed it off and said, "The hotel called and asked me to come over. They didn't explain much on the phone. Can you help me find out what it is?"

Flipping through the memo at hand, the skull-faced beauty said, "Manager Fisher wants to see you. Come with me."

The skull-faced beauty placed a sign on her seat that read "Busy, please contact other service staff" and led Henry to the hotel manager's office.

The manager's office is practically a presidential suite-level luxury room. It boasts two floors, a piano bar, library-quality bookshelves, a spacious desk, and smaller rooms for other purposes.

Henry had been there once before, when he first registered as a freelance worker, and he already knew the location.

But in some places, it was polite to be led by someone, and it was not the level for him to just barge in. So Henry followed the skull-faced beauty obediently, and took in her graceful back.

The manager's office arrived soon. After the beauty knocked on the door, the door opened and only Henry was allowed in.

Ms. Moonee Fisher was still wearing a sexy dress. Even in the Los Angeles weather of almost December, she only added a white fox scarf to cover her slender neck and shoulders.

Henry didn't dare treat this woman the same way he treated others. Instead, he acted even more distant, approaching the desk and saying, "Ms. Fisher, do you have any instructions for me?"

The woman, leaning against the table in a seductive manner, asked in a questioning tone, "Whiskey? Red wine?"

"I do not need it, thank you."

"Whiskey, please." The lady pointed to the small wine table beside the desk. Henry shrugged, walked over, poured a glass of whiskey, and handed it to the lady.

Muni Fisher said in a resentful tone, "What a man who doesn't understand romance."

Henry laughed and said, "You can see the hook behind the bait, but the fish still wants to bite the bait. Who can you blame?"

Sitting back in her comfortable office chair, Moonee Fisher said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Sometimes it's the fish's wisdom to just bite the bait. At least what's in his mouth isn't fake, don't you think?"

Henry didn't intend to continue discussing this topic with this person who wasn't sitting next to him, so he stopped talking and just sat in the guest seat opposite the desk, waiting for the other party's response.

Seeing that her efforts were in vain again, Muni Fisher returned to her icy, cold face. She took out a letter and a gold coin from the Continental Hotel from the drawer and said, "This is a job, the kind you can't refuse."

As a freelance service provider, you cannot refuse any gold coin commission related to your job, unless you have work for other gold coin clients.

This was the rule, and Henry had no intention of disobeying it. He simply asked, "It's a difficult task for you, Madam, to give me direct instructions. Could you tell me what it's like?"