Sentinel

Chapter 144 Interrogation Room

Half an hour later.

Sean was sent into a closed room. Coulson did not detain his mobility, but even opened the alloy handcuffs, indicating that he could move freely.The furnishings in the room are simple, a metal table fixed on the floor, with a dim desk lamp on it, and one-way glass on the side wall, it can be foreseen that many people on the opposite side are watching his every move.

Then there was a long wait of an hour, no one came in to torture him, and no one yelled at him, as if he had been forgotten, the boring time passed slowly, Xiao En took off his black windbreaker, calmly Sitting on the chair, tapping the table with his fingers lightly, there was no sign of impatience on his face.

"Your tricks don't work, Coulson." Garrett, who was as rough as a cowboy, teased his friend. Through the one-way glass, they observed Sean who was locked in the room.

"This guy's psychological quality is not as bad as you think. Even if he is locked up for a whole day, he won't have any irritability." The experienced agent shook his head and looked at the students next to him, "Let Grant try it. Try, he is a master at extorting confessions by torture."

With hesitation on his face, Coulson glanced at this cold and machine-like young agent. This was just a simple temptation. According to Sean's current status, even SHIELD cannot easily act recklessly. Any scandal of abuse and beating would embarrass even Commissioner Fury.

"Be careful." After a while, Coulson nodded.

The tough-faced young man smiled and strode out. It didn't take long before he appeared in the range of the one-way glass. Grant Ward pulled out his chair and sat opposite him, smashing a stack of documents on the table.

"It's very similar to your style. When you come up, use your momentum to overwhelm your opponent and take the initiative in the conversation." Coulson whispered.

Garrett chuckled, this young man is his proud disciple, a representative of the young and strong faction within S.H.I.E.L.D. Besides, there are almost no other shortcomings.

Ward opened the document slowly, staring at the young man opposite with sharp eyes, moving his fingers and placing it on the first document, "Do you know him?"

Sean stopped the rhythm of tapping on the table, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, nodded and said: "Mr. James Wesley, he donated to Dr. Connors' laboratory, everyone said he is a good man in Hell's Kitchen .”

Pushing away the document, Ward pulled out another copy and asked again, "What about him?"

"Wilson Fisk, I saw his obituary on the news, and I heard that he was attacked by a group of crazy terrorists."

The next process is a simple question and answer, both sides are calm and calm, similar to routine inquiries in the police station.

The documents were opened, and the identities of the characters recorded on them were complex, including gang leaders who died in vendettas, real estate tycoons who were unfortunately killed, and military colonels who died in accidents, and so on.They all have some subtle connections with Sean more or less.

"You can't accuse me of plotting to kill the president just because I'm walking around the White House."

The young man smiled calmly, and he retorted softly: "This Mr. Frank D'Amico, he is a big drug lord on the West Coast, and I am just a student who went on a graduation trip with a friend. The two have nothing to do with each other; as for Wilson Fisk, I was in the school lab that night, and Dr. Connors can testify..."

"You look more like unreasonable speculation, or slander." Sean concluded.

He sat a little closer, with a mocking smile on his face, "I thought S.H.I.E.L.D. should be an official department like the NSA (National Security Agency). responsible for handling such cases.”

Ward was unmoved. He was not irritated by the other party's provocation. As a seventh-level agent, if he couldn't keep calm thinking at all times, he would have been on the death list long ago.

Although he really wanted to punch that hateful face flat now, but considering the subsequent troubles, Ward still suppressed his inner impulse.

"Do you think we can't find enough evidence? Do you think the dignitaries outside will take you out? Do you think this is a court, as long as you can afford a barrister, you can be exonerated?"

Ward sneered, with a sharp look in his eyes, as if to tear the truth behind Sean's smiling face, "Even if you sit here for 42 hours, no one can take you out of S.H.I.E.L.D. Federal government!"

"In another four hours, a group of Secret Service agents will take you outside, you will be hooded, sent to some secret base, and then held there for a long time, maybe for years, no one will pay attention to you— —Sean Seapers is a man who will disappear from the world, gradually be forgotten, and die."

"You are not someone like Tony Stark who has a solid backer. Those guys who come together with you because of their interests will not do their best to fight against S.H.I.E.L.D. The so-called 'allies' will first care about gains and losses, Calculate benefits."

There was no trace of emotion in Ward's tone, as if he was calmly narrating the facts that were about to come true. In the dark room, the light of the desk lamp reflected the tough face of the young agent, and a strong sense of oppression rushed over his face.

It's just that Sean's face remained unchanged, as if a turbulent undercurrent hit a hard rock, and the young agent's verbal threats did not have the expected effect.S.H.I.E.L.D. is a huge organization, but not everyone fears it.

The young man sat on the chair leisurely, shook the collar of his clothes, and said lightly: "Mr. Grant, let me tell you what will happen next."

His expression and tone were very flat, his eyes were soft, without any excitement or fear, and there was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, as if this was not an interrogation by S.H.I.E.L.D., but a friendly meeting.

"Very soon you'll get a call from the White House or the military, maybe both, and your officer knocks on the door, calls you outside, and then he gives you a helpless look and tells you to sit in the room The bastard in the movie, he has a vice president and an army general behind him, the former arms giant Stark Industries is his partner, a new star in the medical and biological industry, and Harry Osborn is a university student with him Classmate, and he himself almost won the National Medal of Science issued by the President... Four hours later, I will walk out of the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D. The life of a rich man, occasionally in the newspapers, is called a great genius..."

"And you, Mr. Grant Ward, you can only watch this lunatic in front of you get away with it, even if you want to beat me into a ball of mud now, but you dare not move a finger of me, or you will have to go to federal prison For the rest of my life, no matter how much the chief who hides behind thinks highly of you."

That gentle young face still maintained a friendly smile, but there was an extremely arrogant arrogance in the plain tone, as if he didn't take anyone seriously.

He pointed to the one-way glass on the wall, and his mocking smile continued to expand, "Do you know why I cooperate with you? Because even if all this is true, even if I am a villain who has committed countless crimes, but Can you send me to jail?"

Sean caught a glimpse of the young agent's clenched fists, and leaned back on the chair in a comfortable position, with his hands on his knees, looking relaxed without any resistance.

"I don't really want to talk now. If you can, please send me a cup of coffee without sugar."

Ward, whose anger had accumulated to the peak, was about to shake his fist when someone opened the door, and Coulson and his teacher Garrett stood in the shadows.

Meeting Sean's playful smile, Ward tightened his lips, took the documents on the table, turned and left.

"Remember my coffee, Mr. Agent." The young man's voice came from behind.

(End of this chapter)