The Stirring Hydra

The journey was uneventful. Wesley and the others were taken to the surveillance site, which was on the edge of the city, the dark corner of the city. As a black-market doctor, Dr. Bruce Banner could only live here. He had no medical qualifications or license, and even if he did, he could not use them, and this place gave him a sense of security.

There was chaos. Every day, someone would be injured because of a fire fight, so he could have an unstable income. Maybe someone would hold a gun on him and perform surgery, and then he would not be paid a single cent. Maybe a simple suture would throw a stack of money at him. Who knew?

"The first team of technical teams will install the equipment, and the armed team will do makeup to replace the swimming sentry. The second team will all be deployed, familiarize with the surrounding geographical environment, and figure out the distribution of supermarkets, pharmacies, and restaurants." After entering, Wesley immediately gave the order, then walked to the fixed binoculars in front of the window and bent down to look.

Carl Jones told his men to start packing, then came to Wesley's side. "See? His house is directly opposite the telescope. It's a shabby door with some green paint. He doesn't come out during the day. He usually comes out at night to buy something."

"Yes, I see it." Wesley straightened up. "I wish you a happy vacation in advance."

Just as Wesley was about to start the mission, Alexander Pierce and Jasper Sitwell, who were far away at the SHIELD headquarters in Washington, met in the headquarters restaurant.

"Mr. Minister also came here to dine?" Jasper Sitwell greeted Alexander Pierce with his big bald head.

"Yes, are the dishes delicious today?"

"Not bad." Then he whispered, "Wesley Gibson is going to Brazil. He is responsible for monitoring Bruce Banner. I think we have a chance to kill him."

"Then I'll have to try it at noon today," 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 bribe the local gangsters and then anger Bruce Banner. Our people don't have to show up at all. As the person in charge, Wesley Gibson is dead. According to our observation, he doesn't carry the Iron Man Armor that Tony Stark gave him."

"Sure, send a peripheral person. SHIELD doesn't have to move, just in case." The two of them separated after a few words.

Wesley did not know that someone had begun to move against him, and now he was sleeping. Yes, Bruce Banner had always come out at night to move around. He basically did not go out during the day. As the leader, Wesley needed to pay more attention at night.

After a good night's sleep, Wesley woke up at five o'clock sharp. The second team of familiar people had returned and they were also resting. The rooms on both sides were all rented by SHIELD and there were enough places to rest.

Wesley observed with his binoculars again. To be honest, he hated this kind of fixed surveillance operation. Not to mention passive, everything was unknown, and nothing could be taken into his own hands.

"Ask a few people to buy food, then get ready to change shifts every four hours." After Wesley gave the order, he took a laptop and connected to the network they used.

His finger still on the USB port, Wesley began to give Apple orders. "Enter the city surveillance system. I need all the surveillance equipment connected to the network. How about it? Can it be done?"

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

Apple flew through the network as if it was flying. It passed through layers of firewalls and then connected to the traffic system surveillance. Then, it began to search for all the surveillance systems connected to the network, including the bank.

What appeared on the laptop's small screen was nothing more than the surrounding surveillance images. In Wesley's mind, however, countless images flashed. This was the first time he had used the Apple's ability in such a way.

Wesley's first full use of Apple's ability filled him with novelty, but the energy consumption was also terrifying. He could clearly feel the energy passing from his body through Apple, but it didn't matter. All he had to do was connect to these surveillance cameras. He didn't have to keep Apple working. Once connected, he could view the images of these surveillance cameras at any time through this notebook.

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

"I know dinner will be here soon." Wesley asked someone to buy dinner in advance for now. He asked for dinner for ten people. The people who went to buy it were stunned, but orders are orders. No one asked why. This is the basic requirement of an agent.

Western food was so scarce for Wesley that he could only ask for Brazilian roast meat and salmon. As for the other things, he had no interest in trying them. He ate his dinner in big bites and did not care about the looks of others.

It wasn't until he'd eaten dinner for ten people that Wesley sat contentedly in his chair and let the apple help him digest it so that he could quickly replenish the energy he had consumed.

With most of his energy replenished, Wesley sat up and used his notebook to check the connected surveillance system. Bruce Banner walked out of the house at that moment and Wesley began to stare at him intently.

Bruce Banner was already used to his current life. Every day at this time, he would basically come out to buy some things. Sometimes it was just simple food, and sometimes he needed to buy some missing medicine.

Walking 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 the pockets of his jacket and walked quietly. Along the way, as long as he encountered the location of the surveillance cameras, he would inadvertently turn sideways to prevent his face from being exposed. Whether it was the police or the security guards, he tried to avoid them as much as possible. He only walked into a supermarket.

After choosing something in the supermarket, he quickly left the place and paid in cash. Wesley was both amused and sad at his actions. Such a famous nuclear physics genius scientist who knew medicine and could rely on his own medical skills to survive had been reduced to such a state. What a waste of talent. Wesley wanted to recruit him.

However, he did not have the motive to come into contact with Bruce Banner now. Due to the restrictions of his identity, he could only watch such a genius sink so deeply. It was shameful to waste it. He needed an opportunity now. He had not thought about the details, but he needed an opportunity, even an excuse.