socalfunplaces Chapter 133 Quickly Find the Suspect
Chapter 133 Quickly Find the Suspect
After Skye's swift actions, they quickly located the owner of the excavator.
It seems this person rented it to the group of mercenaries who came to hijack the car.
Qin Wuying immediately called Coulson, and the two set off together to find this person.
He was riding in the classic sports car "Laura," which Coulson was very proud of.
The modified "Lola" is incredibly fast, with performance even surpassing many current luxury cars.
It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at a large country house.
"It seems like a nouveau riche must live here. He lives in a big house, drives an excavator, and probably even has an estate."
Before me stood modern-style houses, and nearby stretched endless wheat fields.
These all fit most of Qin Wuying's stereotypes about the old manor owner.
"Maybe. We should hope he's under sixty and can still remember what happened yesterday."
Colson was also moved by the old-fashioned decor.
If the person living here is an elderly person, then things will be very difficult.
This kind of old man not only despises the government and officials, but also has a bad memory.
Just then, the sound of hooves came from not far away.
Could it be that this place has a horse ranch in addition to a farm?
Qin Wuying turned his head and found the muzzle of a double-barreled shotgun pressed against his forehead.
What's going on?
Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a cowboy hat and denim clothes riding a horse.
He held a double-barreled shotgun in his hand and a revolver at his waist.
And hanging beside the saddle was a sturdy-looking riding whip.
"Are you cosplaying an old Western? You're so convincing it's indistinguishable from the real thing."
Facing the gun barrel, Qin Wuying joked with a relaxed expression.
If this were in a game like Red Dead Redemption, encountering an NPC who dares to point a gun at you—
Qin Wuying had already pierced the opponent's head with several shots.
Unfortunately, for the people of this world, this place is still considered reality.
"Hey! I don't welcome government officials here, get out!"
The man seemed unwilling to respond to Qin Wuying's words, and instead spoke rudely.
"I advise you to calm down, sir," Coulson said with a smile.
Generally speaking, S.H.I.E.L.D. handles matters by first being courteous and then resorting to force.
"Calm down? I don't want to waste my breath on you. You're trespassing on my private property!"
As the man spoke, he pressed the gun barrel forward forcefully.
This caused Qin Wuying's forehead to ache, and he glanced helplessly at Coulson.
"Huh? Oh! Ah!"
With Coulson's three swift movements, the man let out three strange cries.
By the time the man came to his senses, his hunting rifle had been kicked aside, and he had fallen off his horse.
My back hit the ground hard, sending out excruciating pain.
"I was wrong! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"
"Why didn't you do this earlier? It's such a hassle." Coulson dusted himself off.
"I wasn't there for the entire transaction. They just came and drove the excavator away, and left the money behind."
"Where's the money?" Qin Wuying asked.
With S.H.I.E.L.D.'s technology, tracking currency flows is still possible.
The man, who looked like a cowboy, pointed to the bag on the horse's back.
"Crack—!" The moment it was opened, more than a dozen gold nuggets rolled out.
Furthermore, the gold nugget was not a bright, new color, but rather somewhat dull.
"Confiscate them, these are illegal gains." Qin Wuying put them back together and threw them into the back seat of "Lola".
"And what about my losses?" the man asked, mustering his courage.
"Losses?" Qin Wuying smiled. "The fact that you're still alive is the greatest blessing for someone who dared to point a gun at me."
After finishing packing, Coulson stepped on the gas, and the two sped away.
The man was left standing there in a daze, regretting that he hadn't done this business.
After bringing the gold nuggets back to S.H.I.E.L.D., Qin Wuying immediately handed them over to Agent Fitz for analysis.
"Sir, you're right. These aren't pure; they're still in the state they were just extracted from the mine."
"Check which mine it is."
The person who rents the excavator can be described as both cautious and careless.
The precaution was to avoid using currency or electronic points directly to prevent being traced.
Unfortunately, the mined gold was not processed further.
Please, we have the genius agent Fitz.
It wasn't long before the source of the gold nuggets was found.
"I think you may have heard of this person on television or in magazines."
Coulson stared intently at the large screen in the research lab—
There was a man in a suit with a slightly flamboyant expression and hairstyle.
"Isn't this Ian Quinn from Quinn International?" Qin Wuying blurted out.
He had seen this person in Stark Industries' files.
"Quinn is the company's CEO and is adept at taking advantage of every insidious opportunity."
This was Tony Stark's assessment of Quinn, which Qin Wuying relayed verbatim.
Just then, Agent Melinda and Agent Ward walked in.
In their hands, there was a specially made small container containing a small ball.
"My God, this technology actually exists!" Agent Fitz exclaimed, holding the device as if it were a priceless treasure.
His research and analysis revealed that this was exactly what Dr. Hall had done previously.
An extremely dangerous anti-gravity device. With just a gentle trigger, it can instantly alter the surrounding force field.
Based on Ian Quinn's numerous misdeeds recorded in the archives, it can be basically confirmed that—
The one who kidnapped Dr. Hall was Ian Quinn.
"It seems he's trying to make a quick buck using this technology again," Coulson shook his head.
Unlike Tony Stark, Ian doesn't care about the technology itself, only about the benefits it can bring.
He can be described as a pure businessman.
But he dared to easily dabble in antigravity, a technology that fundamentally subverts the rules of physics.
Qin Wuying immediately summoned the special agents for an emergency operational meeting.
"The problem is that he's currently in Malta, a neutral location, making it difficult for us to take action."
"It's okay, then we'll just keep a low profile."
After saying that, Qin Wuying waved her hand, signaling Skye to show her phone.
On the phone screen, an invitation to a party hosted by Ian Quinn was displayed.
"Enter Quinn's house from Skye, then hack into the system and unlock the outer rubidium laser fence."
"Then, Agent Ward and I will wait outside the fence, and we'll go in to rescue them as soon as it's untied."
Coulson added Qin Wuying's orders from the side.
"Remember, you only have three seconds, after which the barriers will restart," Agent Fitz warned, pulling out a vanity mirror.
"What is this?" Skye tilted her head curiously.
"If you put it closer to the control room, I can remotely hack into the system."
Qin Wuying nodded and handed it to Skye: "I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling. Good luck, everyone."
The Airbus engines roared, and the next mission was already on its way.