Chapter 135

Without a word, Wesley and them were taken to the monitoring site, which is the edge of the city and the dark corner of the city. As a black market doctor, Dr. Bruce Banner can only live here. He has no qualification and license to practice medicine. Even if he has one, he can't use it, and here gives him a sense of security.

Chaos, every day someone is injured because of fighting, so he can have an unstable income. Maybe someone will point a gun at him for surgery, and then give him no money. Maybe a simple suture will throw him a pile of money. Who knows?

"The technical team of the first team placed equipment, and the armed team made up to take over the tour sentry; the second team all went out to get familiar with the surrounding geographical environment and find out the distribution of supermarkets, pharmacies and restaurants." after entering, Wesley immediately gave an order, then went to the fixed telescope in front of the window and bent down to look at it.

Carl Jones asked his people to pack up, and then came to Wesley. "See? The place directly opposite the telescope is his home. The shabby door and some green paint withered. He won't come out during the day. He usually comes out to buy something at night."

"Well, I see." Wesley straightened up. "I wish you a happy holiday."

Just as Wesley was about to start his mission, Alexander pierce and Jasper Sitwell, who were far away at the headquarters of the Divine Shield in Washington, met in the restaurant of the headquarters.

"Mr. Minister, too?" Jasper Sitwell greeted Alexander pierce with his bald head.

"Yes, is today's food delicious?"

"Not bad," he whispered. "Wesley Gibson went to Brazil. He was in charge of monitoring Bruce Banna. I think we have a chance to kill him."

"Then I'll have a good taste this noon." Alexander pierce responded and lowered his voice. "What are you going to do? Our people can't be exposed."

"It's very simple. Send someone to buy off the local gangsters and annoy Bruce Banner. Our people don't have to come forward at all. As the person in charge, Wesley Gibson will die. According to our observation, he didn't carry the steel armor given to him by Tony Stark."

"Yes, send a peripheral. The people of the s.h.i.e.l.d. don't move, just in case." the two separated after a few words.

Wesley didn't know that someone began to take action against him, but now he was sleeping. Yes, Bruce Banner always came out at night and didn't go out during the day. As the team leader, Wesley needs to pay more attention at night.

A good night's sleep. Wesley woke up at 5 p.m. on time. The people familiar with the situation of the second team have returned. They are also resting. All the rooms on both sides have been rented by the s.h.i.e.l.d. and there are enough places to rest.

Wesley observed again with a telescope. To tell the truth, he hated this fixed surveillance action. He stopped talking passively. Everything is unknown and nothing can be controlled in his own hands.

"Call a few people to buy food, and then you're going to change shifts, and then you'll work every four hours." Wesley ordered. After he went down, he took a laptop and connected them to the network.

With his finger still pressed on the USB interface, Wesley began to give apple an order, "enter the urban monitoring system and I need all the monitoring devices connected to the network. How? Can I do it?"

"No problem. The urban defense system here in Brazil is very fragile. I might be a little worse if it were the United States, but there is no problem in Brazil." Apple began to invade the urban network.

Apple is like flying through the network, through layers of firewalls, then connected the monitoring of the traffic system, and then began to look for all the monitoring systems connected to the network, including banks.

What appears on the small screen of the notebook is nothing but the surrounding monitoring images, but countless images flash in Wesley's brain. This is the first time he has used Apple's ability in this way.

The first full use of Apple's ability makes Wesley full of novelty, but the energy consumption is also terrible. He can clearly sense the loss of energy in his body through apple, but it doesn't matter. All he has to do is connect these monitors, not keep Apple working. After connecting, He can view these monitored images through this notebook at any time.

"It's done. You need to replenish energy. Your body is a little weak now."

"I know dinner will arrive soon." Wesley asked people to buy dinner in advance for now. He wanted dinner for ten people. The people who went to buy it were stunned, but the order was the order. No one asked why. This is the basic requirement of the agent.

Western food for Wesley, there are too few delicious things. He can only order Brazilian barbecue and cod. As for other things, he has no interest in trying. He eats dinner in a big way and doesn't care about other people's eyes.

Until he ate dinner for ten, Wesley sat contentedly in his chair and asked apple to help him digest so as to quickly supplement his energy consumption.

When the energy was almost replenished, Wesley sat up, used his notebook and began to check the connected monitoring system. Bruce Banner walked out of the house at this time, and Wesley began to focus on him.

Bruce Benner is used to his life now. He basically goes out to buy some things at this time of day, sometimes just simple food, and sometimes he needs to buy some missing drugs.

Out of the house, he put on a baseball cap and pressed it down to cover his face as much as possible. Then he put his hands in his coat pocket and walked low-key. As long as he meets the monitoring position along the way, he will inadvertently sideways to prevent his face from being exposed. Whether it was a policeman or a security guard, he tried to avoid it until he went into a supermarket.

Choose something in the supermarket, then leave here quickly and pay all in cash. Wesley looked at his actions and felt both funny and sad. It was a waste of talents that such a famous genius scientist in nuclear physics, who knew medical skills and could rely on his own medical skills to survive, was reduced to such a situation. Wesley wanted to recruit him.

But now he has no motivation to contact Bruce Banner. Due to the limitation of his identity, he can only watch such a genius sink so much. It is shameful to waste. He needs an opportunity now. He hasn't figured out how to be specific, but he needs an opportunity, even an excuse.