Video bloggers in American comics

Chapter 68

Professor Kurt ended a busy day of work. He said goodbye to his colleagues and entered the underground parking lot with his bag.

With only one left arm, Professor Kurt has no difficulty in moving.

He opened the car door smoothly, sat in the driver's seat, and started the engine.

Before stepping on the accelerator, Professor Kurt took out his mobile phone and planned to tell his wife that there was no need to prepare dinner tonight and that he would buy a pizza later.

As soon as he took out his mobile phone, before he could dial his wife's number, an unknown number called.

"Hello?"

Steve said in a deliberately low voice: "Hello, Professor Kurt, you can call me Mr. S (Steve). Unfortunately, I have to inform you that your son, no, it is your wife who is in my hands."

Up, now"

Professor Kurt hung up the phone and frowned, not expecting to be targeted by harassing calls.

He set the call he just made as a blacklist.

"buzz"

Another unknown call came in. Professor Kurt hesitated for a few seconds and chose to answer the call.

"Aren't you worried about your wife's safety? Let me tell you"

Halfway through Steve's words, the call was hung up again.

I really can’t blame Professor Kurt. I can only say that Steve’s acting skills are too poor. He just followed the script. He really doesn’t have the talent to play a bad guy.

Steve spread his hands and said to Morrison: "How about you come?"

Morrison waved his hands repeatedly, "I may not be as good as you. It would be great if Zhang Ming or McCree were here. They will definitely be fine. What should we do now?"

Steve sighed and said, "Let's use my method."

Morrison nodded, it was still a straightforward approach, which suited their taste.

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang in his ears.

"It's Professor Kurt calling!"

"Connect, quickly connect."

"What did you say? Why don't you tell me."

"No, no, you better do it."

The two most outstanding elites were like rookies at this moment, hurriedly answering the phone.

Professor Kurt's voice was tense and urgent. He suppressed his anger and said, "Who are you? What did you do to my wife!"

Professor Kurt found that his wife's mobile phone and home phone could not be reached. Thinking about the phone call just now, he felt panicked.

"we are……"

Halfway through Steve's stiff words, a younger voice cut in.

"We are the FBI, Professor Kurt. We suspect that the Osborne Group is conducting an illegal biological experiment and need your cooperation in the investigation."

Hearing Zhang Ming's voice, Steve and Morrison both breathed a sigh of relief, and they both read a sentence in each other's eyes:

Sure enough, Zhang Ming is the most comfortable at doing this kind of thing.

"When does an FBI investigation require the kidnapping of American citizens? You are committing a crime!"

"I'm sorry, Professor Kurt, we are doing this to protect the safety of the country. Only when we have a country can we have a home. The safety of the motherland depends on everyone!"

As a former soldier, Professor Kurt was shocked by the slogan "A country has a family."

Zhang Ming paused and his tone became gloomy: "Not everything can be handled under the sun. You are an excellent scientist. I don't want to hurt you and your family, but if you don't cooperate with our work, then I

Only the worst possible measures can be taken.”

After a few seconds of silence, Professor Kurt said: "What do you want to do?"

"Assist two of our agents into the secure laboratory on the twenty-first floor."

"This is impossible. Even if I can open the door and there are security guards with video surveillance, why should I believe that you are really the FBI?"

"You don't have to worry about surveillance, you just need to open the door. As for whether we are FBI..."

Zhang Ming smiled.

This standard villain's laughter made Steve couldn't help but clenched his fists, wanting to punch him hard.

"You can only choose to believe now."

Zhang Ming stopped talking. He even asked Jarvis to turn off the call permission between Steve and Morrison. After making threats, staying quiet would put more pressure on the other party.

Through the microphone, Professor Kurt's breathing became heavy.

after a long time.

"Okay, I promise you, I want to make peace now"

Click.

The call was interrupted, and Professor Cotter shouted several times into the phone and cursed Falk.

He tried calling his wife again, but it still showed that the phone was turned off.

Professor Kurt threw away the phone in despair.

On the other end, Steve grinned: "Zhang Ming, why do I feel that you are so good at...enjoying doing what you just did?"

"Have it?"

Morrison on the side chimed in: "It's just his true self."

Zhang Ming rolled his eyes and hung up the communication. The road had been paved anyway, and the rest was left to the two upright young men to do their own thing. He carried Peter back to Stark Tower.

While Professor Kurt was still banging the steering wheel angrily and thinking about how to rescue his wife, a young man with short blond hair came over and knocked on the car window.

A palm-wide gap was exposed in the car window. The young man had bright eyes, and Professor Kurt felt uncomfortable looking at him.

"My colleague should have called you just now."

Countless thoughts appeared in Professor Kurt's mind, and he observed the equipment on the young man.

Sophisticated, advanced, professional, they are no joke.

Professor Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath, opened the car door and walked out.

"I understand, come with me."

Morrison stopped him and said that they would go up again after half an hour, when everyone who was due to get off work had left.

Half an hour later.

Professor Kurt walked in front, and Steve and Morrison were three or four meters apart, following behind him.

Entering the elevator, the elevator door slowly closed, and Steve pressed the twenty-first floor button. The three men watched in silence as the elevator floor numbers jumped.

Since the elevator is mirrored, Professor Kurt can clearly see Steve's face through reflection.

"You look like a historical figure."

When the floor number jumped to eleven, Professor Kurt suddenly started talking.

Steve opened his mouth, and Morrison turned around, facing away from the two of them, snickering quietly.

"I know which one you're talking about." Steve didn't explain much about his identity.

"Yes, as long as you are an American, how can anyone not know this?" Professor Kurt leaned against the elevator handrail. "After I retired from the army, I went to the World War II Memorial Hall almost every day. Because of the war, I lost an arm.

I want to find answers there."

"What's the answer?" Steve asked.

Professor Kurt did not answer the question, his eyes became sharp: "You are soldiers, I can see that."

Steve said: "Just like you used to be."

Ding dong

The elevator arrived at the twenty-first floor, and the elevator doors opened to both sides.

"Whether you are soldiers, FBI, or any other organization, I hope you will not hurt my wife, otherwise, I will definitely make you regret it."

After Professor Kurt finished speaking, he walked out of the elevator first.

Years of research experience have smoothed the edges of Professor Kurt's military days, and he is extremely calm even when threatened.

But underneath the calm appearance, there is a tough and resolute attitude like a rock.

Steve said to Morrison: "I will go in alone later, and you will take care of me outside."

Morrison nodded, handed over a USB flash drive, and as he passed a corner, he quietly disappeared into a corner that could not be captured by surveillance cameras.

Professor Kurt came to the door of the confidential laboratory. He pressed his fingers, put his eyes on the scanner, and finally raised his head to look at the surveillance camera directly above.

"Professor Kurt, I remember that you got off work forty minutes ago. What's the matter?" The security guard's voice sounded from the loudspeaker next to the camera.

"I forgot to lock up an important piece of information. I'll take care of it when I get back."

"OK, just a second."

The door to the confidential laboratory opened, and Professor Kurt walked straight in regardless of Steve behind him. After he walked in, the door began to close again.

At this moment, Steve threw out the surveillance shielding device, causing the surveillance screen to pause for a moment. Before the door was completely closed, he walked through the narrow corridor and rushed into the confidential laboratory like lightning.

"I'm in." Steve said.

In the headset, Morrison said: "Okay, the next thing you have to do is to find a computer, insert the USB disk into it, and leave the rest to Jarvis."

"clear."

The laboratory is divided into different areas. Through the glass door, you can see the experimental area, offices and a large number of hospital beds.

People of different races were lying on the hospital bed, mostly adults in their twenties to forties. They were lying on the bed, their limbs were tied and restrained, and even their mouths were covered with muzzles, like...

brute.

Steve stared at Professor Kurt and asked, "Did you learn this in the military?"

"I learned in the army that if you want to survive, you must have the thought of death. They are all poor people with terminal illnesses who volunteered to participate in the experiment. Anyway, if they participate, they may survive. If they don't participate, they will definitely die.

They signed standard legal documents with the company. If someone dies unfortunately, the company will also give their family a large pension. Do you think anyone is qualified to lie on this hospital bed? They are all selected from hundreds of people.

It comes from competition.”

Looking at the empty eyes behind the glass door, Steve looked heavy.

This is the difference between a real big capitalist and a wild man. Compared with the "manipulator" behind the scenes, although Norman Osborne is doing the same thing, his hands are as clean as a piece of white paper.

The law even protects his behavior.

Steve was very confused. He felt confused for the first time and didn't know how to judge right from wrong.

Professor Kurt led Steve through the experimental area to his independent office. He opened his notebook, entered his password, and then stepped aside.

"Excuse me." Professor Kurt walked out.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked.

"I'm going to make a cup of coffee. Don't worry about me running away. I can't give up my family for a job."

Steve nodded, inserted the USB flash drive, and focused on cracking the files.

After entering the laboratory's internal network, Jarvis quickly parsed useful files and stored useful content into a USB flash drive.

Steve stood aside, waiting for the work to be over.

"Mr. Steve, I discovered something that may interest you." Jarvis said.

A photo popped up on the computer screen. In the photo was a rugged man with long hair, an unkempt beard, and particularly vicious eyes.

"Ivan Vanko?"

"Yes, I found his data in 'Volunteers'."

"Where is he now?" Steve asked.

After searching for so long, Steve finally caught the Osborne Group's flaw.