Chapter 1639 - I Believe We Still Have Plenty of Time

Chapter 1639: I Believe We Still Have Plenty of Time

In New York, Tony looked at the video, and his breath stuttered.

Then, he took a deep breath. “Can your drone link to the data? Those machines look like antiques.”

Luke grinned. “Don’t worry. I checked earlier. Dr. Zola isn’t completely an antique. His hardware was upgraded.”

Tony said, “Then what are you waiting for? Open the data link on your drone – the bigger the connection, the better. Leave everything to me.”

Luke asked, “Won’t this put you behind with what you’re doing?”

“Compared with collecting junk, I prefer to collect more ‘unique’ items. Tony smiled. “Dr. Zola was one of the main researchers in Hydra.”

Although his tone was amused, his eyes were cold. Zola, that d*mn fatty, actually arrogantly mocked Tony’s father, Howard, and said that he was grateful to him for creating SHIELD and allowing Hydra to be revived.

The tycoon felt that he had to catch this person who disrespected his father and dissect him down to the last detail.

Tony, who was partial toward electronics and machines, had never performed an autopsy before. Of course, dissecting a “program” couldn’t be considered an autopsy on a living being.

Thinking that, he took control of the drones which Luke transferred to him.

Then, the tycoon was speechless for a moment. As he quickly operated the virtual screen, he couldn’t help but ask, “Do you have to bring so many drones wherever you go?”

Luke had transferred control of over 100 drones in one go. Not only were there more than ten small drones that were particularly good at calculating data, there was even a mid-sized drone that was used to boost and transmit signals.

This was much better than what the tycoon had imagined – it was pretty much a huge neighborhood water pipe.

The faster the data was transmitted, the more methods Tony and Jarvis could use, and the higher the chances of capturing Dr. Zola.

Luke, however, simply hummed and said, “Hydra is really amazing. They can launch missiles just like that.”

Tony’s hands paused for a moment, and he soon noticed from the mid-sized drone’s feed that two missiles were closing in.

He wasn’t worried about Luke, and simply sent a message. “Let’s not let that old popsicle and the secretary die.”

“Got it.” Luke said, “But you have to hurry up and catch ‘it.’ I can probably hold them off for an hour or two.”

Tony: “Huh?”

Since Hydra had launched the missiles, that meant that they knew that Steve and Natasha were there.

Given how fast Hydra SHIELD’s special force was, it would take at most 20 minutes to reach the scene.

On the surface, the Bat Squad had no conflict with SHIELD, so how was Luke going to hold them off for an hour or two?

The thought just flashed through Tony’s mind before he tossed it aside.

Batman was very reliable. If he said an hour or two, that meant that he could buy Tony an hour at least. Tony didn’t need to worry.

Besides, that was just a small problem.

At that moment, nothing was more interesting to Tony than Dr. Zola, who had turned into a “real living A.I..”

As Luke spoke to Tony, he quietly rose into the air to meet the two missiles.

In the evening sky, the two missiles’ trails weren’t very eye-catching.

Luke didn’t fly very high.

If these two missiles were going to destroy the underground base and kill Steve and Natasha, there were only a few attack trajectories they could take.

Luke remained invisible as he blocked the most likely route and calculated the chances of the missiles switching directions at any moment.

But Hydra probably hadn’t considered that Steve and Natasha could intercept the missiles.

Unless defenses were set up beforehand, it was very difficult to intercept a missile at the last minute.

The two missiles took the route Luke had predicted.

He spread out Telekinesis to a maximum range of 100 meters.

At this distance, Telekinesis basically didn’t have any offensive or defensive capabilities; it could only sense and instantly lock onto the two missiles.

Luke’s thoughts flickered, and instantly, the two missiles were tossed into his inventory.

Inside SHIELD, Sitwell, who was monitoring the two missiles in a dark room, was stunned when the signal from the missiles disappeared.

Since there was no signal, there was naturally no feed, and the screen was dark.

Sitwell immediately confirmed the situation with the pilot. “What happened to the missiles? Why isn’t there a signal?”

The pilot looked blankly at the data on the plane. “Sir, I don’t have a signal here either. We’ve lost contact with the missiles.”

Sitwell asked, “How? Were they destroyed?”

The pilot: “I don’t know, sir.”

Sitwell said, “Then launch another round.”

The pilot said, “Sir, we only have precision-guided bombs left. They might not be able to destroy the target.”

That was a well-built underground military base.

Unless it was with a MOP, it wouldn’t be that easy to blow up.

Sitwell said, “Drop them.”

Less than ten seconds later, the pilot sent another message. “Sir, we’re under unknown attack. Our engines are severely damaged, and we have to make an emergency landing.”

Sitwell asked, “Who attacked you?”

The pilot: “Unknown.”

Sitwell: “…Find a place to land.”

After that, he cut the communication angrily and connected to another channel. “Someone helped the target intercept the missiles and also damaged the fighter planes. Captain Rumlow, be on your guard when you land.”

…

A while ago, in the underground computer room, Dr. Zola unhurriedly recalled Hydra’s purpose and how it borrowed SHIELD to be reborn. “…Accidents are inevitable.”

On the screen were photos of Howard Stark, Nick Fury and Steve, stamped with the word “Dead.” “Hydra created a world so chaotic that the people are now willing to give up their freedom for security… Once the purification process is complete, Hydra will rule with its world order. We won, Captain. Your sacrifice was meaningless.”

Steve smashed the screen with his fist. “We won’t let you succeed.”

Zorah laughed, and another screen lit up with the green face again.

Seizing the opportunity, Natasha interjected with a question. “What’s on the drive?”

Zola said, “It’s Project Insight. To purify this world, enough insight is needed, so I wrote an algorithm.”

Natasha asked, “What does it do?”

Zola said, “The answer to that question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you’re going to die, and you won’t be able to hear it.”

As soon as he said that, the door to the computer room suddenly closed.

Steve turned around and threw his shield.

In the end, he was a step too late to prevent the door from closing.

Steve caught the shield as it bounced back.

Zola smiled again. “Because in ten seconds, two missiles will completely destroy this base.”

Steve gritted his teeth. “SHIELD…”

Zola said, “Captain, you’re really smart. It’s a shame you didn’t notice that I was stalling for time.”

Steve was already looking around for a way out.

Zola said, “Accept your fate. This is good for both of us. We have run out of time, Captain.”

Zola, who had turned into data, seemed to have lost his fear of death as he spoke calmly.

Then…

“Huh?” He suddenly sounded puzzled, then surprised. “Who are you?”

Another voice suddenly rang out from one corner. “I’m sorry, Dr. Zola. I believe we still have plenty of time to get to know each other and deepen our relationship.”