Killing Intent

Mo Fei hadn't expected that Jack and the other two would be noticed. He was currently contemplating Jack's proposal. Jack wanted to buy the factory where Mo Fei used to work and run it himself. After all, Jack didn't know much else, and the factory he'd worked in for over twenty years was the only business he could think of to make money.

"He wants to pull me in to work with him. This might be an opportunity. I could cultivate an agent first, or even a partner. If I get some shares and help them buy the factory, then modify it and add some technology, I can wash my hands of it." Mo Fei's biggest weakness right now was the lack of a physical body; he couldn't perform any actions in reality.

Mo Fei wanted a human body and to clone it using superhero genes. Neither of these things was easy to obtain. A particularly important issue was how to transfer his thought patterns and memories into the body, which was even more difficult. Currently, the only thing Mo Fei could think of that could achieve this was the Infinity Stones.

"I need manpower, and to get manpower, I need a lot of wealth. I can try this, but I should at least put a hundred thousand US dollars in that bearer account, just in case something happens here and I don't have any reserve funds." Mo Fei made up his mind upon thinking this, but it was best to observe them a bit longer. Jack was fine, but Jerry gave Mo Fei a bad feeling.

Mo Fei returned to the New York Traffic Monitoring Center. He wanted to see what the three of them were doing. He found Jerry and Roy. The two were still in Brooklyn. One was at the hospital taking care of his wife. Roy's wife had finally been admitted to a major hospital and was undergoing comprehensive examinations. Jerry, meanwhile, was driving his new car around, planning to find someone to modify it for him.

As for Jack? He had already arrived in Los Angeles, California. First, he took Jennifer to school to pay her tuition, and then he took his three children to tour Los Angeles. He would return after Jennifer started her classes.

Mo Fei focused his observation on Jerry. Roy was constantly at the hospital, but Jerry was the one who was restless. At the same time, it was hard to find any positive qualities in him.

"Hmm?" Mo Fei kept using the traffic surveillance to observe Jerry. It wasn't long before he noticed a problem: someone was following Jerry. "There's a tail? Is it the police?" Mo Fei became vigilant.

About four car lengths behind Jerry's car was a Chevrolet SUV. This car had been following Jerry for half an hour, and the distance was always maintained. Someone like Jerry, who had no anti-tracking experience or awareness, would never notice.

This Chevrolet was openly following Jerry, who was completely oblivious. Inside the car, he was nodding his head continuously, his left hand tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, clearly listening to music.

Mo Fei decided to observe further. As Jerry continued driving, sometimes turning left, sometimes turning right, the Chevrolet behind him always followed. "Who could it be?" The Chevrolet's windows were not open, so the surveillance cameras couldn't see the driver. "This can't go on."

"Drip, drip, drip..." Jerry was driving when his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw it was an unknown number. However, he turned off the music and answered. "Hello?"

"It's me, Ghost!" Mo Fei's voice rang out.

Jerry was startled, then asked, "It's you? What's up?"

"You're being followed!" Mo Fei's words made Jerry's heart pound. He quickly looked in the rearview mirror.

"Focus on driving, don't panic. That black Chevrolet SUV about four car lengths behind you has been following you for a long time. You haven't even noticed?"

"How could I notice? Why are they following me?" Jerry asked urgently. He was truly panicked; a guilty conscience naturally made him fearful.

"Don't worry, they're just following you for now. Did you have breakfast this morning?" Mo Fei's question suddenly veered, leaving Jerry confused.

"No, why are you asking that all of a sudden?"

"Find a place to eat. I can't see who's in the car from here. I can only observe if you stop. Remember, find a place with plenty of cameras to eat. Also, don't look back at them, and don't be nervous. I've got your back!"

"Okay, okay, I'll do it right away!" Jerry hung up the phone and started looking for a place. His driving speed remained the same.

Finally, he arrived at a bustling commercial street with many cameras. Jerry parked his car, took his phone, and got out to go into a restaurant. From the outside, the place looked nice, and there were quite a few surveillance cameras from the surrounding shops. He then walked inside.

The Chevrolet indeed stopped as well, and then a man and a woman got out. Mo Fei was a bit stunned when he saw them through the surrounding surveillance. Why? Because he recognized the man and woman who got out immediately. One was Phil Coulson, and the other was Melinda May. They looked almost exactly like they did in the movies and TV shows, the only difference being that they were much younger.

Mo Fei panicked. It wasn't that he was afraid, but he was worried. He hadn't expected S.H.I.E.L.D. to show up here, and to be following Jerry, the one he was most concerned about.

Jerry was currently living for himself, with no one to worry about. He didn't have very strong convictions. Jack had three children to take care of, so he wouldn't confess easily. Roy had his wife to take care of, and he also had a son. Family was their spiritual pillar; they wouldn't be easily broken by interrogation.

While police interrogations required the presence of a lawyer, S.H.I.E.L.D. did not. Their authority was immense.

The two also entered the restaurant. Jerry looked shifty, glancing at them from the corner of his eye from time to time, which made Mo Fei even more helpless. "I absolutely cannot let him fall into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s hands, otherwise Jack and Roy are finished. But why did they come here?" Mo Fei felt he had been a bit careless, not monitoring the police's investigation. He thought the police wouldn't find any clues.

Lacking experience and sufficient data, Mo Fei's current state, while appearing like a god in the virtual world, still lacked the means of a god. He had to collect knowledge himself, and his understanding of this knowledge was purely superficial. His financial knowledge was organized by Jarvis, and he couldn't use it flexibly.

"Kill him!" The thought suddenly popped into Mo Fei's mind. He was not surprised afterward; instead, he began to consider its feasibility, without mercy, fear, or any inner unease.