After bringing Howard back to Caspian Camp headquarters, Su Ming knew there were still quite a few Hydra agents here. However, Faustus's people had likely all withdrawn. Most of those left belonged to Zola or several other leaders, so they posed no threat for the moment.
As long as they had not been exposed and decided to smash the pot on their way out, these people were currently loyal SSR agents.
All agents communicated with their handlers through one-way contact lines, which meant they did not know one another at all.
Even if an exposed agent shouted, "Cut off one head, two more shall take its place," before dying, it would do no good. Killing an exposed comrade was for the sake of hiding themselves better.
What Su Ming and Howard saw upon entering headquarters was exactly such a scene. The spacious underground hall was a mess, with signs of crossfire everywhere. The corpses on the floor had not even been collected yet; who knew which side they had belonged to?
Howard sighed and headed toward the laboratory with the object wrapped in purple cloth on his back. "See? I knew this would happen. If I hadn't been in Hollywood, I might have been lying on the floor today."
"You could wear a bulletproof vest to work every day." Su Ming did not even glance at the corpses, as relaxed as though he had returned home.
"I actually came up with a new kind of bulletproof vest. Do you know about something various countries are secretly researching now, called reactive armor? It's installed on tanks. The principle is that when an enemy shell hits, the reactive armor explodes first, using the blast to offset the shell's destructive force and achieve a bulletproof effect."
The moment Howard began talking about inventions,