After realizing something was off about the building, the group headed towards it.
Meng Ran easily sliced through the chain on the iron door with his claws, and they went down to the next level using the stairs.
After turning on the light switch on the wall, the lamps on this floor brought a little light back to the dim space.
It was clear that this place had been abandoned for a long time. A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the tables, and their footsteps as they came down stirred up some of the dust on the ground.
On the wall directly in front of the stairs was a circular pattern. This pattern was similar to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s current logo, an eagle with outstretched wings.
"This is S.H.I.E.L.D.," Natasha said softly after seeing the pattern on the wall.
"It should be the former old site, maybe the place where it was founded," Rogers said while surveying the surroundings.
Meng Ran pushed open the door of an office next to him. There were photos of several people hanging on the wall of this office.
There was Howard Stark, Tony Stark's father, and Carter, Rogers' old flame.
The two in the photo were very young, looking spirited and sharp.
Rogers and Natasha came over after hearing the commotion from Meng Ran's side.
Looking at the photo hanging on the wall, Rogers was silent, while Natasha spoke with some surprise, "Oh, this is Tony's father."
"And who is the beautiful lady next to him?"
Rogers didn't answer her question, only following Meng Ran's footsteps toward the inside.
"It's empty behind here, it's not a wall." Meng Ran stood in front of an empty bookshelf, speaking to Rogers and Natasha behind him.
After saying that, he grabbed the gap in the bookshelf with one hand, and then gently pushed it to the side, pushing the entire bookshelf aside and revealing the truth behind it.
Listening to the heavy creaking of the bookshelf and watching Ghost's casual movements, Rogers couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
The bookshelf was pushed aside, revealing the space behind it. A short corridor led to a closed elevator.
"Interesting, hiding the elevator," Rogers said softly, seeing the revealed elevator.
Next to the elevator was a keypad. Natasha took out her phone and scanned it.
A blue light flashed from the camera, and several numbers on the keypad showed signs of frequent use.
After precise sorting and analysis, the order of these numbers was also cracked.
"8539." Looking at the password displayed on her phone, Natasha reached out and pressed the numbers.
"Ding~" With a crisp sound, the elevator doors opened.
"That's a pretty high-tech way to pick a lock," Meng Ran couldn't help but admire after seeing Natasha's method.
Hearing Meng Ran's words, Natasha also said softly, "A little bit of tech, but it's useful sometimes."
"You're right, otherwise we'd have to dismantle the elevator," Meng Ran nodded in agreement.
Hearing Ghost's words, Natasha was speechless for a moment, but then thought about it. It seemed that what he said was indeed correct; if they couldn't pick the lock, they could only dismantle the elevator.
And judging from how effortlessly Ghost had pushed aside that heavy bookshelf just now, dismantling this elevator wouldn't be a difficult task for him.
All the elevator doors opened, and the group entered the brightly lit elevator.
The elevator slowly descended, taking them deeper underground.
Finally, after descending for a while, the elevator reached its destination.
"Ding~" Another crisp sound, and the elevator doors slowly opened.
The space that met their eyes had no light source, only the elevator behind them emitting a faint glow in the space.
Meng Ran and the other two stepped out of the elevator, and with the closing of the elevator doors, the only light source disappeared.
The entire space was now plunged into complete darkness, only the instrument screens in front still flickering with faint light.
Just as they walked a few more steps forward, the lights on the ceiling above their heads suddenly turned on.
"Click, click, click" The lights began to spread outwards from the middle, and soon the entire space was lit up.
Natasha looked at the surrounding instruments and said to Meng Ran and Rogers, "This can't be the data source. These things are all antiques, almost as old as Captain."
Meng Ran couldn't help but chuckle inwardly after hearing Natasha's teasing of Rogers, I wonder if this counts as bullying an old widower.
Rogers looked helpless upon hearing this, but he couldn't refute it. After all, he was indeed a nearly hundred-year-old man.
Natasha continued to examine the instruments beside her. Suddenly, the out-of-place data connector on the table in front of her caught her attention.
This data connector looked very new, judging from both its model and the wear and tear on its exterior.
This new piece of equipment formed a stark contrast with the antiques on this floor.
Natasha then touched the USB drive in her pocket and seemed to understand something as she looked at the data interface.
She took out the USB drive and inserted it into the black data connector's interface.
The insertion of the USB drive was like opening a heavy iron gate; all the instruments on this floor began to move.
A line of green letters appeared on the computer in front of the data connector, and the old-fashioned camera also turned slightly.
"Initiate system?"
Seeing the letters appear on the screen, Natasha reached out and typed "yes" on the dusty keyboard in front of the computer.
With the input of "yes," green data streams flashed across the computer screen, and the camera above began to rotate slightly.
Along with the flashing of the computer screen, an electronic synthesized voice, like a human voice, also sounded.
"Steve Rogers, born in 1918."
"Natasha Romanoff, born in 1984."
Then, the camera above the computer turned towards Meng Ran.
"Ghost, masked hero of New York City, true identity unknown."
Looking at the large head and round-framed glasses faintly appearing on the computer screen, Meng Ran also had a guess about the identity of this computer.
"Is this some kind of recording?" Natasha asked with some curiosity, not quite understanding the current situation.
The person on the computer seemed to have heard Natasha's words and quickly replied, "I'm not some recording, miss."
"I may no longer be the person captured in prison by the Captain back in 1945, but I am still me."
As the electronic voice sounded, a large head wearing round-framed glasses also appeared on the small screen next to it.
"Arnim Zola."
Rogers murmured softly after seeing the familiar face on the screen.
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