The sea breeze blew in through the broken hole, gradually fading the smell of burning gunpowder in the house.
Looking at the dilapidated basement, Tony turned on the ventilation system to suck away all the hypnotic smoke, then put away his mask and revealed his head.
Colin successfully escaped, which was not too surprising to him. After all, with the space gate that seemed to be wormhole technology, it would be difficult for them to really catch him.
But he had taken away some of the resources, and this time he was almost always suppressed, which made him very unhappy.
Agents from other places gradually arrived and began to clean up the battlefield.
After making sure that most of his agents were not in danger of life, Nick breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the pile of melted metal, found a stick, and poked out the seal hidden in it.
This was the main factor that led him to take the risk and shoot under the circumstances.
Otherwise, if it were just that little bit of resources, he might not necessarily risk the lives of those agents.
"What's this gun of yours?" Tony walked over to take a look and asked casually.
When fighting with Colin, he realized that his attack power was seriously insufficient, and now he urgently needed to develop new and sufficiently powerful weapons.
The gun in Nick's hand seemed just right to him.
"It was an old thing from World War II. We modified it and turned it into what we have now." Nick turned his head and glanced at Tony, and continued: "But you don't have to think about it. Its energy source was developed during that special era. Now the technology has long been lost. The only thing we can use is the stockpile seized that year."
"Lost technology?" Tony's brows relaxed, and he coughed twice, "I might be able to reproduce it. Of course, you have to give me enough samples and..."
"What you should be most concerned about now is your life!"
Looking at Tony who was showing off himself like a gorgeous peacock, he reached out and pointed at Tony's chest.
Tony paused, as if he had lost all his energy in an instant, and said distressedly: "I tried all combinations of elements, but none of them can replace palladium."
"All of them?" Nick glanced at Tony with his one eye and said calmly, "No, you haven't tried them all."
"What do you mean?" Tony was stunned for a moment.
"Literally." Nick waved to an agent standing at the stairs and continued, "Your father is a genius. He figured out a clue about super energy in his time. In comparison, the Ark reactor in your chest is like a triple-A battery."
An agent came down with a suitcase. Nick opened it and said to the dazed Tony, "He was limited by the times and technology at the time and didn't produce this great achievement, but he left enough foundation for you."
He pointed at Tony's chest again and said, "This is what he left for you. How to solve the doubts in your heart? I believe that if it is you, there should be no problem."
Nick said as he walked upstairs. Tony glanced at the opened box and looked up and asked, "How do you know so much?"
"Oh? Didn't I tell you? Your father, Howard Stark, is one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D."
"What?" Tony blurted out a question subconsciously, and was about to step forward to ask, but was stopped by an agent.
Ignored the entanglement between Stark and the agent below.
Nick went upstairs and looked at Coulson who was directing the agents to clean up and asked, "How is the search going?"
"Unfortunately, so far we have not found any clues of the plague," Coulson replied.
Nick nodded and said, "Keep going. We can't let this get us careless."
“What about building a mental model of your goals?”
Soon after seeing the video, he ordered psychologists to work with computers to create a psychological model of Colin Black.
This cannot be said to be 100% accurate, but in general it is enough to achieve an accuracy rate of 80% or even 90%. In many cases, the feedback from the psychological model can be used as an important reference for judgment.
"Something went wrong, sir." Coulson said this with a serious look on his face. "According to the character analysis of the target's friend Yosel, who we captured, and the target's neighbors, based on the time when the target claimed to have inherited the mage's legacy, the character and behavior before and after are only 70% similar."
"What does this mean?" Nick narrowed his eyes.
"It means that the Colin Black we see now is not necessarily the real Colin Black!" Coulson said this horrifying conclusion calmly.
Nick was silent for a while and asked, "What did the policeman named Joseph you arrested say?"
Coulson's words reminded him of an incident many years ago. Of course, the two incidents were only similar on a certain level. He was sure that they were not different.
"He said he felt a change in personality, but he was certain the target was his friend," Coulson replied.
"Keep paying attention." Nick thought for a moment and ordered, "Continue the surveillance, investigation, and search. As for the captured policeman, don't release him for the time being."
He has some ideas, but he hasn't decided whether to do it yet.
Fortunately, he had plenty of time and was not in a hurry.
He glanced at the agent who was dismantling the equipment and walked out with big strides.
Things got so serious these past two days that many people asked him the reason but he suppressed them all.
But even with his power, it is impossible for him to keep going without giving an explanation.
Now that things have come to a temporary end, he can free up his energy to deal with those officials.
…
Broadway Avenue, in the bathroom of the coffee shop where I was teleported last time.
With the sudden appearance of a portal, Colin's body suddenly jumped out of it sideways and hit the wall.
He shook his dizzy head, waved his hand to close the portal, then propped himself up with both hands and stood up.
The portal was just a door on the spatial level. When he entered, he jumped down from the house and fell vertically into the portal. When he came out, he naturally did the same way.
I turned on the faucet, washed my face, looked at the things in my backpack, and sighed slightly.
That bastard Nick acted too quickly. He had just put the gems into his backpack when the insanely powerful gun fired.
What’s even more cruel is that he directly destroyed all the resources, so that even though those resources were right in front of him, he had to give up.
"Forget it, I got some advantage after all."
He sighed slightly.
Although it was a bit disappointing that there was no wave of fat, it was not a wasted effort.
But things get a little tricky afterwards.
Things weren't complete, the plan needed to be changed, and there were some issues with the character design.
He still needs to think carefully about what to do next.
Thanks to Wenyi Virgo for the 500-point reward!
(End of this chapter)