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In the dimly lit interrogation room, the policeman was playing games on the mobile phone he borrowed from the police. net

Behind the one-way glass next to him, a somewhat sloppily dressed Nick looked at the women inside through the glass.

"Is this the person you're talking about?"

Agent Hill handed over the tablet.

"We have investigated his identity. On the surface, he is a specially invited scientist from Osborne Industries, but in fact he is the product of an experiment by Osborne Industries."

"Osborne?"

"Yes, we also found an encrypted USB drive on him. After being deciphered by the technical department, it contained a large number of individual weapon design drawings and genetic engineering experimental data."

Nick flipped through the information and asked, "What does this have to do with me?"

"Here!"

Hill clicked on the tablet, and a dialog box popped up.

"This is a quantum encryption method. The password changes 1024 times per second. The technical department cannot crack it and can only be opened by the designer himself."

Nick rolled his eyes with his only remaining eye: "Ms. Hill, I feel like you have become more verbose since you left me."

Agent Hill smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, he actually asked to see you and told me that he could help us rebuild S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Do you believe it?"

"I" Agent Hill suddenly paused and glanced at the interrogation room in confusion.

"I I I don't know, I"

Agent Hill herself felt a little confused. At that time, she received a report that someone with superpowers had committed a crime. The man claimed to be a SHIELD agent and wanted to see her by name.

Then it seemed that he just came over to take a look and ran to find the director. He seemed to have said nothing to him!

"Director Nick, why don't you come in and sit down?"

Agent Hill was startled when a strange voice sounded in his head, but Nick, an old man, was relatively calm.

With deep meaning in his eyes, he took a step forward and looked at the woman inside through the glass.

The woman in the interrogation room also turned her head and looked at the one-way glass, as if she could see Nick behind the mirror.

After a while, Nick sat opposite the policeman, placing his feet directly on the interrogation table, which looked very impolite.

A pair of big feet stood in front of her, and she had to take back her hands on the table and lean on the chair.

Nick's behavior may seem cynical, but he is actually trying to gain the initiative in the conversation.

From the performance of the police station and Agent Hill, Nick roughly guessed what happened.

Mind control, or some similar ability, has unknowingly affected everyone who has seen him.

It is definitely true that he has superpowers. The question now is, what is the purpose of the other party doing all this?

Nick glanced at ** who was still playing with his mobile phone. Without saying anything, he took out a cigar from his jacket pocket and lit it.

A faint smoke lingered in the interrogation room. Not to be outdone, the policeman took out the cigarette he had borrowed from the police officer and lit it.

The two of them just sat quietly in the interrogation room and smoked. No one spoke or communicated with anyone. net

One cigar was nearly finished and Nick felt like his patience was running out.

This guy is more difficult to deal with than he thought. He is still playing tricks on himself and won't say anything if he doesn't want to. Who is afraid of whom?

He retracted his feet on the table and pressed the last bit of the cigar against the table.

** took out the lighter and lit a cigarette for himself again.

Snapped!

With the light sound of the lighter, Nick suddenly felt his whole body light up, his feet collapsed, and his body suddenly fell downwards with the chair.

He tried his best to grab everything around him, but the whole world seemed to have abandoned him!

The body fell crazily, and the rapid fall caused everything around it to pull out threads, the light flickered, the space was distorted, and everything became twisted and weird.

Zizzi~

There was another sound of an object burning rapidly. Nick, who was crying like crazy, looked at his feet. The gloomy environment in the interrogation room quickly became louder!

With a bang, Agent Hill saw Nick, who was about to put out his cigar, twitching and falling to the ground. His heart tightened and he almost rushed in with a gun drawn.

But remembering what Nick told her before going in, she still resisted the urge to draw her gun.

Nick fell to the ground and felt a little dizzy. The butt of the cigar lay quietly beside him, still emitting a faint green smoke.

After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly burst into laughter, stood up, put the chair he had turned over, and sat across from me again.

"Is it fun?"

** held the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep breath, making a sizzling sound.

"I just don't like people pointing their big feet at me."

"Tell me, what do you want to do with me?"

"Of course it's to rebuild S.H.I.E.L.D., what else."

Nick frowned: "Are you from Hydra?"

** smiled lightly and flicked the cigarette ashes: "Are they considered human beings?"

"Forget it, let me tell you straight, I want money, a lot of money, and Osborne can't give me money."

Nick's expression remained unchanged, and he relaxed and leaned back on the chair: "Osborn Industries is only slightly worse than Stark Industries. They can't satisfy you, let alone me."

"You can." ** put down the mobile phone playing the game, stubbed out the cigarette butt on the table, and completed what Nick had not been able to complete just now.

Eyes narrowed slightly: "Do you know why I want money?"

Nick pouted: "Do you want to find more dancers to dance with you on the water bed?"

"Ha, your joke is funny, but I don't like it."

Snapped!

With a crisp snap of his fingers, the surrounding environment shook slightly, and Nick found that he was still sitting on the ground, with half a cigar smoking lightly beside him.

His somewhat relaxed expression finally turned serious, and everything that just happened was actually an illusion.

Repeating the action just now, he lifted up the stool and sat down with a serious expression: "Tell me, what do you want?"

"It's very simple, an absolutely safe environment, sufficient funds and resources, and a steady stream of scientific and technological talents."

"Osborne has them all."

"No, they are all capitalists. Only scientists who can make money for them have freedom, and I am just a dangerous experimental subject."

When things got to this point, Nick had already roughly guessed it based on his IQ.

This guy wants to do his own research, but Osborn just wants to use him as a test subject, maybe for some genetic technology or other research.

But in short, he escaped from Osborne without anyone noticing anything unusual.

Nick pondered slightly: "Do you think SHIELD can give you this?"

**Smiling slightly: "You almost destroyed the world."

This is not a good joke. The battle scope between Hydra and Captain America was controlled very small, but the damage caused by Steel Wing covered the entire New York.

Although it has been clarified to the public, with the dissolution of SHIELD, the public has left everything to SHIELD.

After all, Steelwing had ties to S.H.I.E.L.D. during last year's alien invasion.

Nick's face became a little ugly: "That thing was not our fault!"

"Maybe, that's not the point." ** shook his head, looking indifferent.

"No matter whose problem it is, it shows how powerful SHIELD is. Just any guy can destroy the world. I like this feeling. That's why I'm looking for you. I want to join SHIELD!"

Nick took a deep breath to adjust his emotions. He unknowingly gave the other party the initiative in the conversation. This was not a good sign.

After a slight pause, he whispered: "SHIELD has been disbanded."

"If it can be disbanded, it can be reorganized. Believe me, the world needs S.H.I.E.L.D."

There is one sentence that I haven’t said yet: the world needs SHIELD, and I also need SHIELD, a SHIELD under my control!