Bloodlines of the Marvel Universe

Chapter 123 Isobel

"Don't worry, I'll call someone to check."

Ignoring the two people's looks that looked like they were crazy, Kahn comforted the girl with long black hair, went out and returned to the car, took out the satellite phone that could contact Snake and Shield from his briefcase, and dialed the only person inside Number.

"This is Silver, how can I help you, Consultant Kahn?"

"Huh? Why is it you, Sylvère?"

"Director Pierce actually assigned you to do such a job. You are really overqualified."

Silver did not answer the question and asked directly: "Consultant Kahn, you should have just returned to Waterfall Town now.

Are aliens preparing to invade the earth again? Or is there some emergency? "

"How can there be so many aliens to fight you?"

After complaining, Kahn got straight to the point: "I would like to ask you to help me check a person's information."

After a few seconds of silence, Sylvère spoke again: "Who?"

"A woman, Isobel Fleming, 34 to 35 years old, had a husband named..."

After repeating Isobel's relevant information, Kahn waited patiently for the other party's reply.

Not long after, Silver's surprised voice came from the other end of the phone: "This is so strange."

"how?"

"This Isobel is so clean."

"Too clean?"

"Except for the most basic information, there are no medical, credit card, or insurance records for more than 30 years from birth to his death two years ago."

"It's as if someone is helping her cover up her whereabouts and deliberately erasing this information from the Internet."

At this point, the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly paused, and then spoke faster: "Wait a minute, we have just retrieved matching image data from our internal database.

A year ago, an agent photographed a woman who appeared to be Isobel during a Category 4 incident in Appomattox, Virginia. "

"Level 4 incident?"

"Represents an extraordinary event capable of destroying a small town."

After a brief explanation, Silver said neatly: "You can see the details yourself. I have sent her information to your exclusive encrypted mailbox."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Don't use this phone for non-urgent matters like checking people. I left a phone number in the email title. I'll call you here next time when something similar happens."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without any hesitation.

Listening to the 'beep' sound coming from the mobile phone, Kahn silently made a note of Sylvère in a small notebook.

How dare you hang up on him!

"How about it?"

Elena couldn't wait to ask after seeing the figure that was leaving and returning.

"A good news or a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"It's about time, Kahn~"

"Ok."

Facing the girl's pleading eyes, Kahn scratched his nose awkwardly: "Isobel is still alive, but her whereabouts have not been found."

"Really?" Elena looked happy.

"I can still lie to you."

Kahn rubbed the girl's long, silky hair and said, "Lend me your computer."

Sitting in Elena's original seat, Kahn skillfully opened the browser, entered an unfamiliar website address, and hit the enter key with a 'pop' sound.

The next moment, one unsightly picture took up the entire computer screen.

In the category column at the top of the web page, the words 'HD 无X, Asian sub-X, European and American XX...' are very eye-catching.

Elena, Jenna:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

The two aunts and nephews were stunned for a moment at the same time, and then looked at the usually noble blond young man in disbelief.

I didn’t expect you to be this kind of person, Kahn.

Instinctively pressing 'Ctrl+W' to close this colorful website, Kahn's eyes twitched wildly and he explained incoherently: "Well, this is my first time logging into this website, do you believe it?"

"As an adolescent boy, I understand."

Winking her right eye at Kahn, Jenna acted quite considerate.

But the meaning is already obvious.

Seeing that the two women did not cling to this matter, Kahn couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this is America, and the ideas and atmosphere are relatively open.

In his previous life, when he went to his girlfriend's house to browse such a website and was caught by his mother-in-law, he would probably die on the spot.

Wait, it seems he didn't have a girlfriend in his previous life.

That's fine.

"It was a joke on my colleagues."

After explaining, Kahn silently made up his mind.

Next time you see that bald guy in Sylvère, you must take him to the Blood Moon Bar to get drunk alone.

If he remembered correctly, the owner of that bar should be a conservative vampire.

Kahn opened his briefcase, took out the induction manual from it, then turned to the fifth page, and scanned the SHIELD's exclusive email address column. Kahn's heart sank.

'Why is it exactly the same as what I entered just now? '

After confirming that his memory was correct and that Sylvère was not joking with him, Kahn had no choice but to reopen the browser and enter the website.

Elena, Jenna: "Kahn?"

Seeing that unforgettable website page again, they really couldn't understand this guy's operation.

Forget it was a mistake just now, why did he score twice?

"Well, I really don't want to see these things. It's all because of the perverted programmer in our company."

Kahn explained with a smile, and Kahn scolded the programmer who designed the secret mailbox in his heart.

Resisting the urge to click on the category bar, Kahn moved the mouse to the login window on the right side of the website, entered his exclusive account number and secret, and pressed the Enter key.

The next moment, the color-filled web page was instantly filled with white, and a large 'Loading' symbol appeared in the center of the screen.

'Security test passed. '

Ten seconds later, along with a message prompt, a webpage similar to QQ mailbox occupied the entire screen.

Clicking on the inbox and ignoring the spam welcome email sent by the robot below, Kahn clicked on another email titled 'Isobel (001-202-8648933)' and took the initiative to give up his position: " All the information about Isobel is here.”

Hearing this, Elena couldn't wait to sit back in her seat, and Jenna followed suit.

Picking up the mouse and browsing the pictures and text on the screen attentively, Elena couldn't help but whisper: "Isobel Fleming (1971-2003), Whitman College, History and Religion Professor, Father, Heller Fleming…

...studied at Gray Forest Girls' High School in Vancouver...

Dropped out of school at the age of 17, re-enrolled two years later, and was admitted to Stanford University with excellent results...

...The cause of death is unknown. "