Chapter 652 (1/2)

There's nothing to say about the conversation with the new leader of SSR. It's all the same old ways of politicians. Su Ming threw out Howard directly and let him talk to the old man with white beard.

It's done. Howard's useless.

What he had paid before was actually the cost of a funeral bell to escort him safely to the SSR headquarters.

The people who want to kill him are not the same as those who murdered Brian. In other words, Howard is safe here. If you don't trust him, suming suggests that he can go and join Dr. Zola.

If these two people are in danger, they will certainly drill out a large number of Hydra's hidden agents to protect them.

It's not just the Americans who covet Dr. Zola's technology. Hydra wants Howard's technology, too.

In the incubation period of Hydra, the first task of the personnel lurking inside SSR is to eavesdrop on intelligence and steal technology.

Howard's research results are placed in the laboratory. With a little effort, we can see that the paper clip project has brought together two talented scientists in disguise. One plus one is far greater than two. The sparks of wisdom and technology collide with each other. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Although the laboratory is located in enemy territory, it is not a big problem. Who can distinguish SSR from Hydra?

Now there's a mysterious organization trying to kill Dr. stark? Sorry, hydra is the first to refuse...

Howard is still useful at present. The leaders are still waiting for ballistic missiles to combine with nuclear weapons technology. The mysterious blue cube is lost by the red skull. The Hydra needs more effective force support.

Su Ming is here to investigate the mutants and fix the time gap. As for Howard? Just stay alive.

”Nick, how are you doing?”

In the corridor leading to the underground, the man in black and yellow armor asked the black man, because he had been thinking about something and was silent.

Nick Frey slowed down a little and looked around. ”It's the same old thing. It's not good. At least you don't have to clean the toilet.”

”Is there anything unusual about Dr. stark these days?” Su Ming and he walked side by side, the corridor echoed with the sound of their feet.

Nick Frey rolled his eyelids, the same sleepless expression: ”he's a scientist and an adventurer. What happens to him is unusual. Is he skiing in sausage clothes?”

It's a rule in the dark that Fred admits to spying on Howard. Protection and surveillance have always been two sides of the same behavior.

”Well, where were the people who protected Howard when he was attacked?” Su Ming always feels uncomfortable when he looks at Frey's hairstyle, but he has hair, and the news is also very smart.

”I'm also thinking about it. I'm afraid some of our agents have been killed.” Frey looks the same, as an agent will inevitably face the death everywhere, this is the price.

”Protective monitoring, what is the message feedback interval of SSR?” Su Ming asked another question.

In the era of no satellite and Internet, agents usually don't transmit information through telephone or radio, which is not safe. They believe in the traditional means, that is, human connection.

Collect Howard's news, gather them into reports, and send them back to the Caspian camp. The journey means that these information can't be sent once a day. There must be intervals.

In the relaxed environment after World War II, the interval should be long.

Fred glanced at him. Is there anything else the death knell won't do? Even if you know how the grass-roots intelligence agencies operate, where did this man come from?

He thought for a moment that there was no need to keep this secret. In any case, it would have to be adjusted afterwards. The information in the past has no value.

”Once a week.”

”When was their last contact?”

”Two days ago.”

”Yes, the monitoring department is not under your control. As a field leader, you know what happened in the headquarters. You have a bright future.”

”I'm an agent. Getting information is just a basic skill. In fact, I prefer to send people to the scientists to protect them on the surface, rather than doing it in the dark like I do now. I don't know if I'm killed.”

Here we are, Nick Frey's brown sugar protection.

In the future, the most famous cowhide candy under Nick Frey is Colson. The guy who has been smiling will leave the phone number and other things to the monitoring target, pestering people to ask questions, and they can't even get rid of them.

Tony described it as a haunting aegis agent.

Su Ming slapped his mouth and uttered a tut: ”I think the next task of protecting Howard will be handed over to the roaring commando. After all, the other party's assassination is more like a military act. Your colonel can't let me wander around. My remaining time is limited.”

Nick Frey did not admit it or deny it. He took out a piece of gum and put it into his mouth. He chewed it hard. ”You didn't intend to kill people in the first place. I'm not the only one who can see that.”

”So let me go around here is the inevitable choice of politicians. SSR has saved strength and life. Howard will feel” valued ”because SSR gives in for him. I have achieved my goal. There is no reason to be mad. Your new colonel is a good politician.””But you see through it. It's all in your calculations.” Nick Frey walked fast. It wasn't the first time he had seen the death knell.

”Who knows... But politicians don't live long in such places. What do you think?” There was a faint laugh under the black and yellow mask.