In the end, whether it was Howard or Hank, both could talk theory nonstop, but they were only good with their mouths.
When it came to actually getting work done, they still had to rely on Doctor Zola.
Zola took the little sphere, put on a pair of multilayered glasses like those often worn by watchmakers, and got to work with a pile of tools.
Since Deathstroke said this was a device for uploading data, then whether it used radio waves or some other method, there had to be components inside that resembled a transmitter. By triangulating the test signals it emitted, they should be able to locate the target.
As for which part inside the sphere was the transmitter after it was opened, and which parts converted data, they would know once they tested them one by one.
Under the threat of death, Zola displayed tremendous enthusiasm as always. His two arms moved so quickly they left afterimages, and combined with his short body and oversized head, the sight was utterly ridiculous.
Perhaps he had only heard Fury's threat: if they could not find Madame Hydra, he would become the punching bag or scapegoat. He did not want to die yet.
Meanwhile, Howard sat nearby with one leg crossed over the other, drinking coffee. Every so often, he insisted on criticizing Zola's work, complaining that his posture while using the electric cutter was not stylish enough, or that sweat getting into his eyes was unhygienic.
"Enough. Have you got nothing better to do? Come with me. I need your help with something."
Seeing Howard strutting around and picking at Zola's work as though he were using a slave, Su Ming helplessly grabbed him by the back of the collar and hauled him out like a cat.
Fury did not