Tony in New York watched the video and paused for a moment.
Immediately, he let out a heavy breath: "Can your drone be connected to data? Those seem to be old antiques."
Luke grinned: "Don't worry, I have checked it just now. Dr. Zola is not a complete antique, and the hardware is still updated."
Tony: "Then what are you waiting for? Open the data link of your drone, the more the better, and leave everything to me."
Luke: "Will it delay your affairs?"
"Compared to picking up junk, I prefer to collect some "special" collections." Tony laughed: "Dr. Zola was also one of Hydra's scientific research masterminds."
Although his voice was laughing, his eyes were cold: Zola, a fat man, taunted his father Howard triumphantly, thanking him for creating S.H.I.E.L.D. and reviving Hydra.
The young master felt that for such a person who disrespected his father, he must be caught, held in his hands, and studied hard on his eight generations of ancestors.
Tony, who prefers electronics and mechanics, never engages in physical anatomy, but researching procedures is naturally not physical anatomy.
While thinking about it, he took over the control of the drone that Luke had turned over.
Then the young and the young were speechless for a moment, while quickly operating the virtual light screen with their hands, they couldn't help asking: "Don't tell me you have to bring so many drones with you wherever you go?"
Luke handed over more than a hundred drones in one breath, including not only a dozen small drones with particularly strong data calculations, but also a medium-sized drone for signal enhancement and switching.
This is much better than the small household water pipes that the young and old thought before, and it is almost considered a large community water pipe.
The faster the data transmission, the more methods Tony and Jarvis can use, and the greater the chance of catching Dr. Zola.
Luke just hummed: "Hydra is really powerful, so it will launch a missile."
Tony paused slightly, and soon found two missiles approaching rapidly from the medium-sized drone.
He wasn't worried about Luke, but just sent a sentence: "Don't let the old Popsicle and the little secretary die."
"I know." Luke: "But you have to catch "it" quickly, I can probably hold them back for an hour or two."
Tony: "Huh?"
Now that Hydra fired the missiles, it proved they knew Steve and Natasha were there.
With the speed of the special operations team of the Snake Shield Bureau, it will arrive at the scene in at most twenty minutes.
On the surface, the Bat Squad has no conflict with S.H.I.E.L.D. How can it be delayed for an hour or two
The thought just flashed through Tony's mind and was dismissed.
Batman is still very reliable. If he talks for an hour or two, he can buy at least an hour, so he doesn't need to bother.
Besides, that's just a small problem.
At this moment, nothing can attract his attention more than Dr. Zola, who has changed from a living person to "real intelligence".
When Luke was talking to Tony, he had already quietly lifted off and faced the two missiles.
In the evening sky, the two missiles with tail flames were not too conspicuous.
Luke didn't fly very high either.
These two missiles wanted to destroy the underground base and kill Steve and Natasha, so there were only a handful of attack routes to choose from.
Luke stealthily blocked on the most likely route, calculating at any time whether they wanted to turn.
But Hydra shouldn't have considered Steve and Natasha's ability to intercept missiles.
It is difficult to temporarily intercept missiles in a certain place unless the defenses are deployed in advance.
The two missiles obediently entered the route predicted by Luke.
He extended his mind power to the greatest extent until it was a hundred meters away.
At this distance, the mind force basically has no attack and defense capabilities, only the function of induction, which instantly locks the two missiles.
Then Luke relied on the guidance of his thoughts, and with a thought, he threw the missile that arrived at his side in an instant into the storage space.
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., Sitwell, who was hiding in a small black room to monitor the two missiles, was taken aback because the signal from the missiles was gone.
Of course, a missile without a signal cannot send back a picture, so now there is only a black screen.
He immediately confirmed to the fighter pilot: "What's the matter with the missile, why don't I have a signal here?"
The pilot also looked at the data on his fighter plane blankly: "Report sir, I don't have their signals here either. Sure, the missiles have lost contact."
Sitwell's face was full of "Wang Defa" expression: "How did you lose contact? Was it destroyed?"
Pilot: "I don't know, sir."
Sitwell: "Then launch again."
Pilot: "Sir, I only have precision-guided bombs left here, which may not be able to destroy the target."
It was an underground military base, and it didn't cut corners.
It's not a special ground penetrating bomb, it's so easy to blow up.
Sitwell: "Throw that down for me too."
In less than ten seconds, the pilot "sent a congratulatory message" again: "Sir, we have encountered an unknown attack, and the engine of the fighter plane has been seriously damaged. We must make an emergency landing."
Sitwell: "Who attacked you?"
Pilot: "The assailant is unknown."
Sitwell: "...find your own place to land."
After finishing speaking, he interrupted the communication angrily, and then connected to another channel: "Someone is helping the target intercept the missile and damaged the fighter plane. Captain Rumlow, please be vigilant when you land."
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In the underground computer room a moment ago, Dr. Zola unhurriedly recalled the purpose of Hydra and the process of rebirth with the "shield": "...accidents are always inevitable."
Photos of Howard Stark, Nick Fury, and Steve on the screen were marked with death stamps: "Hydra has created such a chaotic world that people are now voluntarily giving up their freedom for safety... Once the purification process is completed, The order of Hydra will rule the world. We have won, Captain. Your sacrifice means nothing."
Steve's face was gloomy, and he smashed the screen in front of him with a fist: "We won't let you succeed."
Zora laughed, and another screen lit up, revealing its green grimace again.
Natasha seized the opportunity and asked, "What's in the USB drive?"
Zola: "It's the insight plan. To purify the world, you need enough insight, so I wrote an algorithm."
Natasha pressed: "What's the use of it?"
Zola: "The answer to this question is intoxicating. It's a pity that you are going to die and can't hear it."
As soon as the voice fell, the door of the computer room suddenly closed.
Steve turned around and shook his hand, and the shield was thrown out.
As a result, the gate was closed one step ahead of schedule, and his Kamen tactic was unsuccessful.
Steve caught the shield that bounced back.
Zola laughed again: "Because in ten seconds, two missiles will completely destroy this base."
Steve gritted his teeth: "SHIELD..."
Zola: "Captain, you are really smart. It's a pity you didn't realize it just now. I was wasting time."
Steve has looked around, looking for a possible way out.
Zora: "Give it up, it's good for us. We're running out of time, Captain."
Zola, who turned into data, seems to have lost the fear of death, and still speaks calmly.
Then…
"Huh?" Its voice suddenly appeared a little puzzled, and then a little surprised: "Who are you?"
Another voice suddenly sounded from the corner: "I'm sorry, Dr. Zola. I think we still have a long time to get to know each other and deepen our relationship."