Tracking Doctor Octopus

Seeing this, Barbara Morse immediately realized what she had overlooked. "Damn it, the sewers! The target approached through the sewers and took the item. He's heading west now. Send the tactical team into the sewers after him."

On another map resembling a radar screen, the tracking signal's response was clearly visible. But after sounding only a few times, that signal was blocked as well. Watching the tracker lose its signal, Barbara Morse cursed even more viciously.

Nick Fury did not look angry. He merely muttered, "Those mechanical arms can easily smash through concrete walls, sidewalks, and the sheet metal of trash cans.

"And he may be carrying something that can block radio signals. Or perhaps he can detect radio signals and locate and destroy them. Doctor Octopus really is a troublesome bastard."

Nick Fury did not pull out pen and paper to take notes; he had his own ledger in his mind.

Barbara Morse, meanwhile, issued orders in a near frenzy. She sent Brock Rumlow's tactical team into the sewers, called up maps of the surrounding sewer system, and had everyone else watch every sewer exit in the direction the tracking signal had been heading before it cut off.

Seeing how unruffled Nick Fury was, Barbara Morse felt dissatisfied and bared her teeth at the black one-eyed man.

"Sir, the target took the item and ran. Aren't you worried? Aren't you afraid he'll take the goods and then kill the hostage? Are we not considering Norman Osborn's safety?"

Nick Fury looked relaxed. "In fact, with the help of a concerned citizen, we found Norman Osborn early this morning. He was hanging from the outside wall of a building. So there's no need to worry about the hostage's safety."

"Walter! Then why haven't you called off the ransom delivery plan?"

"Why