doitstory Chapter 215 Nine-Headed Snake, Tell Me!
Chapter 215 Nine-Headed Snake, Tell Me!
Chapter 215 Hydra, tell me!
"Even a curious and dedicated reporter, seeing something weird and magical like a portal, especially after knowing its danger, will approach it cautiously instead of continuing to ask questions like an idiot."
Stepping on high heels, Pepper walked up to the beautiful reporter whose hands and feet were bound, acting like a queen president: "Tell me, which organization is it? You only have one chance."
"It's really a little pepper." Betty was adjusting the potion beside him, "What do you think? Martin?"
Martin shook his head with a look of "it's none of my business": "I'm going to open the portal later, you can play by yourself."
The beautiful reporter didn't look at Pepper who was domineering in a black suit, but looked at Betty in a white coat with a pale face.
Pepper glanced at the "Veritaserum" that Betty was adjusting, raised his eyebrows, took half a step back calmly, and pressed the earphone: "Please come downstairs to find me, Dr. Hansen, hurry up!"
Martin also noticed the desperate face of the beautiful reporter on the ground, and suddenly realized something, got up and ran over, leaned over and slapped the reporter on the head.
Bang!
The close contact between the skull and the ground.
Her golden wavy hair didn't dampen the shock in her head, and she was slapped directly on the marble floor by Martin, and she simply passed out.
Betty grinned, as if feeling the female reporter's pain: "Is it okay to treat beautiful women so roughly?"
Pepper nodded in agreement: "A spy has no human rights, not to mention she may not be an ordinary spy." Then, he walked up to Betty, reached out and pinched Betty's bewildered pretty face, and said with a smile: "Martin protects you That's great, silly girl."
"Go!" Betty rolled her eyes, "I just didn't realize it, you're right, whether it's MI[-], CIA, or even people from S.H.I.E.L.D., we can't just kill her directly, no She must look like she is about to die, does she have fangs in her mouth?"
Martin wanted to check it out, but thought Betty was nearby, so he gave up.
At this time, Maya Hansen came from the elevator and saw the bound beauty in professional attire on the ground. She laughed and said, "Examine the beauty? This is a good job, won't Martin try it?"
"Come on, I'll send it to Braised Egg." Martin took a photo and sent it to Agent Hill.
As he expected, a call came from an unfamiliar number soon, and the other party was Nick Fury.
"Can you save her life?" Director Fury's tone was low, not like pleading, but like asking an irrelevant person.
"Is it one of yours?"
Martin asked with great interest.
"British branch."
Director Fury stood in the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, looking at the artificial lake outside the floor-to-ceiling glass: "I don't want to argue, but I didn't order her to contact you."
Martin hung up the earphones for himself, opened the portal skillfully with both hands, once again connected the Stein Industrial Building and the banks of the Thames in London, and continued to talk to Nick Fury: "Oh, so it's just a misunderstanding?"
If it was someone else, Nick Fury would tell the other party without hesitation that this was a misunderstanding, and he would immediately send someone to fish out his own people.However, Nick Fury knew very well that this method was not easy for Martin, and it might allow the other party to directly kill the female reporter.
After only being silent for a few seconds, Nick Fury said frankly: "I once ordered that all incidents involving the Stark Group and Stein Industries should not be acted rashly, and you must ask for instructions first, so she may act without authorization, or it may be Instigated by others."
The corner of Martin's mouth curled up silently, and he said in admiration, "Not bad! It's rare for you to tell the truth. It seems that this female reporter is very important to you?"
Nick Fury: "Yes."
Martin: "How important is it?"
Nick Fury: "Very important!"
Martin chuckled: "How important is very important?"
"..."
Nick Fury clenched the hand holding the big glass tightly, and suppressed his anger: "The insight plan is about to start."
"what?"
Martin was surprised and surprised: "Are those three big kites of yours still under construction?"
"That's the space carrier! We've found out the moth inside, you still don't like it?" Nick Fury was also surprised, but his tone was still low and flat.
He still remembered the last time Agent Hill was asked to test the opponent's tone. At that time, the Hydra within the organization had not been completely eliminated.The problem is, more than half a year has passed, the situation is completely different, and the Security Council, which was full of worries, has changed its attitude, but he still feels that the insight plan will not succeed?
"Last time you just told me it was a surveillance project to launch three space carriers. Seriously, for ordinary humans, this weapon is beyond the standard, but if it is against aliens, man, build a pendulum It's just a show, it's useless."
"Are you sure it's useless?"
"It's like a nuclear bomb. It's really terrible to hit it. The problem is that it can't hit it." Martin said in a serious tone. "The space carrier is indeed very powerful. The problem is that it can't fly out of the solar system. It is built in space orbit. Building on top of the White House makes no difference."
Nick Fury wanted to refute, but found that what the other party said made sense.
"Hill will be here shortly and she will continue talking to you."
Director Fury, who was in a bad mood, hung up the phone directly.
Martin pouted.
A few minutes later, the beautiful reporter was dragged into a small conference room, where Dr. Hansen had injected her with anesthesia.
With the big bag on her head, the beautiful reporter woke up dizzy from the cold water, her head swayed from side to side, her eyes were half-opened and half-closed, as if she was drunk.
However, her hands and feet were tied to the seat, so she would not fall to the ground.
"Where are you from?" Pepper tried to ask.
"B...B..."
Betty shrugged and said in a low voice: "Obviously, she still remembers that she is a BBC reporter."
"Maybe we need some guidance from someone who understands interrogation skills, maybe a psychiatrist?" Pepper said, as if he wanted to find his own psychiatrist, but just as he took out his mobile phone, he received a call: a man came downstairs who claimed to be Hill's assistant's woman.
"Agent Hill is here, it seems we don't need to find someone else." Pepper smiled.
Betty: "She won't just take people away?"
Martin laughed, and took Betty's hand and walked towards the elevator: "Honey, we won't let anyone go, how can she take someone away, Pepper obviously won't let S.H.I.E.L.D. have exclusive access to information."
Pepper smiled: "That's right, you and Dr. Hansen go upstairs first, the next thing may not suit you."
Betty rolled her eyes and waved her hands: "Well, I'm really not suitable, I'm only good at men." As she spoke, she winked at Martin.
Martin dumbfounded and sent his girlfriend back to the laboratory.
Dr. Hansen smiled and left without hesitation.Her Extremis virus has experienced hundreds of experimental body explosions, so how could she care about such a small scene, but she knows that it is in her own interest to be less involved in such things.
When Martin came down again, he saw water stains on the floor of the conference room. Pepper was standing in the distance with his arms folded. Agent Hill grabbed the beautiful reporter's hair and lifted her head up. The female reporter was still wet. Holding a few pieces of crushed ice, his face was livid with cold.
"How is it?" Martin whispered to Pepper.
Pepper frowned: "I didn't ask anything, but I think it's wrong."
Agent Hill stood up and nodded grimly: "That's right, according to the records, she didn't have any anti-interrogation training at all, and a normal person would have collapsed crying in this state, but she just kept talking nonsense. "
Martin waved to Agent Hill, signaled her to get out of the way, and walked over by himself: "I'll try."
He also imitated Agent Hill's movements, pulling up the female reporter's hair roughly, bowing his head and whispering in her ear, "You're safe! You've passed the test! You're good! Get some sleep first." sleep!"
As he spoke, he stomped his feet vigorously, as if before saluting, and said softly but firmly: "Hail hydra!"
Agent Hill's scalp tingled for a while, and he stared at the past with rounded eyes.
Under Martin's body, the beautiful reporter trembled all over, raised her right hand unnaturally, straightened her body, and mumbled: "Heil... West Germany rua..."
Martin chuckled in her ear: "Got you!"
(End of this chapter)