Altman Tiga in Marvel

The atmosphere in the interrogation room in the Tri-Wing Building was very tense. Nick Fury, the boss of S.H.I.E.L.D., personally stepped out to interrogate the suspect brought back by his right arm, Agent Phil Coulson: a man with yellow skin, black eyes, and long hair. He has a typical oriental face and looks like a young kid under 20 years old.

He sat on the chair with an expressionless face, pretending to be calm, but the slightly trembling legs under the table betrayed him. Of course, compared to those who were stunned or screamed hysterically as soon as they were caught here, his performance was It still needs to be a little stronger, just a little bit.

Through the one-way transparent glass of the interrogation room, Nick Fury really saw him clearly with just one glance.

"Are you serious?" he asked Agent Phil Coulson beside him.

Colson nodded and said in his usual calm tone: "I know, it's like opening a Christmas gift. Even if it's the same box, there are always different surprises inside."

"We have passed that age." Fury replied, and then pointed to the confident person inside and said: "This child does have a secret, but it is not the kind of secret that endangers the security of the world. It is very likely that he is a stowaway. , afraid that we will deport him back, does he have identification, a green card or anything like that?”

"No, we don't have any entry or exit records about him. His activity record was as old as one month ago. Before that, it was blank, as if there was no such person at all. We initially thought he was a spy from a foreign force... …”

With a puff, Nick Fury couldn't help but laugh: "A spy, without any identification, with an Oriental face, and actions like this, he can't even pass the interrogation of the street police. In less than a week, he will They will be arrested and deported as illegal immigrants."

"Uh..." Colson looked slightly embarrassed and reminded: "You may have overestimated the police of our great America. It has been a month now, and he is still alive and well in this land. , not every organization is as accurate and efficient as us, of course, they do have some things they are good at.”

Fury glanced at him, he didn't want to discuss these things with Coulson.

"Now that you've been arrested, let's ask. I hope you don't end up doing anything like the U.S. Customs and Border Protection again. You know, that's not what we do. It's not even enough money."

Colson pushed the door open and walked in, holding the latest compiled intelligence in his hand. He immediately attracted the attention of the other person. The Oriental man raised his head. Under his messy hair, there were dark circles under his eyes. He looked very tired. But he still mustered up his energy to deal with the 'big enemy' in front of him.

Coulson felt his hostility, but it didn't matter, because what he was best at was resolving hostility, relying on his words and actions, and of course the most important thing was his loyal smile.

"Don't be nervous. Oh, by the way, can you understand English?" Colson sat down opposite him, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

The Oriental man stared at him, and after a long time, he slowly nodded.

"That's great." Coulson put on his signature smile, "First of all, let me state that we are not from the FBI or the Border Agency, so we will not catch you and deport you. That is not our responsibility. ...Of course, you don’t seem to be afraid of this.”

Coulson watched his words carefully, and when he said this, he glanced at the wall next to him intentionally or unintentionally. Fury stood behind the glass and smiled contemptuously, but he felt a little unhappy in his heart, and his old horse had stumbled.

"I'm sorry to invite you here in this way. When we found you, you seemed very agitated and nervous, so we used some control methods. Were you injured?"

The person on the other side shook his head.

Colson breathed a sigh of relief, and then educated him in a teacher's tone: "In the United States, when someone tells you not to move, if he has a weapon in his hand, you'd better do it, especially you shouldn't put your hands on the clothes on your chest. It was really dangerous, but luckily there were no casualties this time."

The other person’s face was expressionless.

Coulson then explained to him: "Don't be nervous, we just have some questions to ask you. When we finish asking, you can go back."

There was finally movement on the other side. He moved his throat, and then asked in English with a strong Chinese accent: "Go back, where?"

Coulson was happy that he finally spoke and replied without thinking: "Go back to where we caught you."

The person on the other side didn't see how happy he was. He paused and asked again: "Who are you?"

"We are..." Colson reacted: "No, no, no, it's not like this. We should ask you and you should answer our questions. Who are you, what is your name, and where are you from."

The other person didn't care and asked again: "Who are you?"

"My name is Phil Coulson, it says it on my work ID."

"You can call me Don."

Colson nodded: "So you like this tone, and so do I. I'm from Brooklyn, New York. How about you? A peninsula or an island country." In fact, he could tell his country from the accent on the other side, but he I asked again. A good agent can always obtain more intelligence through more interactions, and the accent can also be disguised.

Unexpectedly, Tang suddenly became furious, jumped up from his chair and cursed angrily: "You are Little Japan, and your whole family is Little Japan!"

"Calm down, calm down, nothing is going on here!" Colson quickly advised. This was not only meant for him, but also for the security personnel outside the house. He didn't want two heavily armed men to suddenly suddenly Rushing in would ruin the atmosphere he had worked so hard to create.

Of course, this time it was also clear that he was indeed Chinese.This is an interesting phenomenon. When people with oriental faces do evil things outside, they will always say that they are Chinese, but a true Chinese will never say that he is Korean at any time, especially Japanese. One is that it is too cheap to look down on, and the other is that it is too hateful.

"Sorry, I got your nationality wrong. This is really not careless at all. It seems that we really need more communication, right? In order to avoid such a situation from happening."

Tang breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that this guy named Colson wanted to anger him and read him, but he didn't care. Ever since he came to this strange country, no, this strange world, in a daze a month ago. , everything seems to be in a dream, everything is so clear, everything is so strange, everything is so familiar, this feeling of being difficult to distinguish between true and false, and the world being turned upside down, almost drives him crazy, and there is nothing to make him Don't care anymore.

"You haven't answered my question yet, who are you, and what are you going to do if you catch me?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it's very important. I can't be confused and accept the interrogation of an unknown force from abroad. Who knows what kind of conspiracy you have and what kind of secrets you want to poach from me."

"So you do have a secret."

Tang is silent again, so be vigilant at all times!

Coulson touched his nearly bald forehead and thought about it for a while, then said: "We are agents of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency. Our responsibility is to protect the peace and security of the world." He took off his hands. I took my ID and put it on the table for him to see.

"Sounds very American." Tang took the ID and played with it in his hand.

"We are good people." Coulson emphasized.

"It looks more like this now." Tang Zuo was in a state of nausea, but his eyes were fixed on the series of English characters on the document, and he read each word in non-standard English: "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division..." Colson and Fury almost thought he was chanting a spell.

"You can call us SHIELD." Coulson introduced with experience.

Coulson originally wanted to have sex with him again, but then Fury's voice came from the communication headset: "Stop talking nonsense with him, hurry up and talk about business."

He had no choice but to give up this plan, picked up the information in his hand, glanced at him again, and then said: "Can you tell me how you arrived in the United States? We didn't find your entry and exit records, and we finally found you, You are in contact with local gangs and want to smuggle back to Southeast Asia. This is a dangerous and long journey. Is this how you come? In this short month, you have appeared in Wilmington, Seattle and Houston, these cities are located on the east and west coasts of the Americas, thousands of miles apart from each other, but we can’t find any travel records of yours. How did you do it? Or do you have a super aircraft that can become invisible? In that case, why? Don’t fly directly back to Southeast Asia, oh no, fly back to your final destination.”

"What are you talking about? I don't know anything." Tang lowered his head and muttered.

Colson smiled and said: "How could you not know what you have done? I remind you this to tell you that in this world, as long as we want to know, there is nothing we don't know. There is no point in hiding it. It will only delay your and my time..."

"Do you know everything?" Tang suddenly interrupted and asked with a sneer.

Colson was stunned, but he didn't dare to speak so absolutely: "At least most of them."

"Well, tell me, why did I leave my warm and comfortable home and come to this ghost place? Why are there monsters like mountains flying in the sky and running on the ground in this world? Is this a monster that will never wake up? Is it a dream, or a damn god’s damn prank to take revenge on me for spending the first 20 years of my life just waiting to die without making any progress?”

"I'm asking you now." Colson had to remind him again.

"I'm asking you now! Don't you know everything? Answer these questions and I'll tell you everything!" Tang stared and shouted hysterically. The table banged and the alarm was finally triggered. A burly man rushed in and wanted to forcibly restrain him.

Coulson stopped them, and Tang only lost control for a moment, and soon calmed down again. Incompetent rage was useless, reality was reality, and he had long understood it.

Coulson began to feel that the director's prediction was correct. He was just a child, a helpless child in a foreign land.

"I know, you must have encountered a problem that you can't solve. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Tang raised his head, his scarlet eyes shining with expectation, and he said excitedly: "I want to see the ambassador of the great Eastern country."

"Do you recognize him?" Colson asked warily.

"No." Tang shook his head, "But we were told that if we encounter any problems abroad, we can seek help from the local embassy or consulate in a timely manner."

"I can help you." Coulson promised: "But first, I need you to answer all my questions honestly."

"I can answer your questions, but only after contacting the embassy."

"Do you want to turn this matter into a diplomatic issue? Who are you, a spy? You have to know that no country will recognize your identity."

Tang shook his head again: "You overestimate me. I am just an ordinary citizen without an ID card, and I want to know if someone like me can still go home."

"I said, as long as you cooperate with us, it will be very easy to go home. I can even personally send you to the flight back home." Colson persuaded earnestly.

Tang stared into his eyes and saw frankness and sincerity in them, which was indeed rarely seen in the eyes of people like him. Everyone he saw after coming here had fierce eyes, especially Defiant.

"You seem trustworthy, but I still can't trust you."

"why?"

"We cannot believe the rhetoric of the US emperor, and we cannot have any illusions about you."

Colson slumped weakly on the chair. What is this?