Marvel: Fusion

After Jarvis finished speaking, Tony felt that he was going crazy, of course not because of the 10 billion US dollars. Although the money was a lot, it was enough to make his heart hurt, but with his brain, he could make money again if he lost it.

However, the blueprints for the Iron Armor were lost, which was simply disastrous. He could even imagine that an evil underground force built thousands of armor, and then attacked the city and created terrorist attacks. This kind of harm is unimaginable , is unacceptable to him.

With a bang, he pushed open the toilet door, and Tony ran out of the house like a wind, causing Xiaojiao and all his relatives to look at him.

"Tony, what happened?" Pepper keenly sensed something was wrong.

But how can Tony say such a thing, it's too embarrassing, and he can't make Potts worry, he can only force a smile: "It's nothing, it's just a matter of the company, I can deal with it soon."

After speaking, he put on his battle armor, spewed fire from the soles of his feet, and walked away, leaving behind a crowd of people staring at each other.

A few minutes later, the golden-red steel armor fell from above the clouds, and Tony also returned to his secret base.

"Jarvis, tell me, what happened?"

A blue phantom immediately appeared in front of Tony: "Sir, just 33 minutes and 29 seconds ago, someone hacked into my system."

"It's just that the intruder didn't attack by force, but tricked my firewall and directly obtained the highest authority, so my early warning was delayed."

Tony said anxiously: "Track the intruder, I want to know who dared to invade Tony Stark's home."

"6 minutes and 21 seconds ago, anti-tracking was activated. Sorry, but the identity of the intruder was not traced. The final address was locked at Quark Internet Cafe, 361 Rose Street, Manhattan, New York City."

"What? Internet cafe? You mean someone successfully hacked into your system with the rags of an Internet cafe?"

"Yes sir, according to the gateway address I set, the intruder is indeed using the computer of the Internet cafe."

Tony just felt his head was in a daze. He felt that everything was too ridiculous. He thought that the enemy must have invented some super advanced artificial intelligence, but what the hell is going on with the broken computer in the Internet cafe?

"Wait, is it because I'm too drunk to wake up?" Tony murmured suspiciously.

"Sir, you didn't drink, you have lost 10 billion and the design of the Mark 5 armor."

"Fuck! Call the surveillance of that Internet cafe, I want to see who is so bold."

Because Internet cafes in the United States are classified as special places, many states have mandated the installation of surveillance, and this is exactly the case in New York City.

Jarvis's blue phantom shot out a spectrum again, forming a video image in the air.

Tony stared wide-eyed and saw a man sitting there wearing a hooded windbreaker that completely covered his face. Apart from being able to distinguish gender, he couldn't tell anything else.

"Fuck!"

Tony slammed his fist hard on the experimental table. At this moment, his head was already sweating coldly, because half an hour had passed, and the design of the Iron Armor had most likely been passed on.

Now, even if he can find this guy, it is almost impossible to get back the armor design.

However, as long as the identity of this person can be locked, he can at least follow the clues to confirm the forces behind him. If the design cannot be retrieved, then Tony Stark does not mind completely destroying the organization.

Since he chose to steal my technology, at least one point should be made, this faction's technology is not as good as his own, as long as the technology is suppressed, he is sure to destroy the opponent.

Thinking of this, Tony calmed down a little: "Jarvis, scan the other people in this Internet cafe at the same time, I don't believe I can get any clues from them."

A data stream flashed on the blue phantom, and then more than a dozen photos were projected into the air.

"Needham,

A 35-year-old staff member of the Quark Internet Cafe, the person most likely to have seen the face of the intruder. "

"Joguero, 23 years old, vocational student, currently a junior at SUNY, from Tempel, Texas..."

"Wang Defa, 15 years old, a vocational student, currently studying in the second grade of St. John's Middle School, a native of New York, who lives at No. 123 Chinatown..."

…………………………

Looking at the information of more than a dozen people, Tony sent it directly to the bodyguard Happy's mobile phone, with a surveillance video attached, asking him to investigate as quickly as possible.

However, Tony knew very well that this kind of investigation might not be fruitful. Since the intruder concealed his appearance, how could he be seen by others at will.

Thinking of this, Tony continued to give instructions: "Jarvis, track down the movement of the 10 billion US dollars. There is no bank that allows him to withdraw 10 billion US dollars immediately. Even if there is, it is impossible not to leave any records."

"If he didn't withdraw the cash, there must be one or more accounts to receive the money. No matter who it is, as long as there is digital circulation, it is impossible to leave no trace. I want him to know who is the owner of the network. Master!"

Jarvis's superficial data flows, and soon, the flow of 10 billion US dollars of funds has been displayed, but this data map is densely packed, and Tony feels dizzy after just one glance.

"Jarvis, analyze!"

"Sir, the flow of funds involved a total of 1,000,001 accounts, starting with an account in a Swiss bank into which your money was transferred, and the source of the account cannot be traced."

"Preliminary judgment shows that the intruder broke through the Swiss Bank's network and created an account out of thin air. After scanning and tracing, they broke through the gateway address of the Swiss Bank's network and locked it in the Green Field Internet Cafe at 105 Green Tree Street in Manhattan, New York City."

Tony said in surprise: "It must be that person. Call the monitoring of the Green Field Internet Cafe. I want to see who he is."

The surveillance screen was called up, it was black at first, and then it was fixed on a figure from the back, which was the hooded windbreaker.

Tony excitedly dialed Happy's phone: "Happy, no matter where you are now, put down what you're doing first, and rush to Green Field Internet Cafe, No. 105, Green Tree Street, remember it's Box 3, I found that bitch Raised."

Happy looked tense and didn't dare to delay, and hurried to drive there. Although he didn't know what the boss was looking for this person for, it must be something extremely important.

After running several red lights, he arrived at his destination in less than ten minutes on the crowded streets of New York.

boom!

"I got you!"

Happy yelled and grabbed the opponent's shoulder, but when he touched the clothes, the person in front of him suddenly fell apart, and several pimps, a mop, and a football fell to the ground.

The person in front of him turned out to be a fake, Happy looked at all this in a daze, picked up the football on the ground, and saw a line written on it.

"A room temperature IQ!"