Marvel, who rescued him? !

In the dark interrogation room, the three people stared at each other.

Gilder, who was sitting next to Nick, leaned back quietly, fearing that he would be in trouble.

Mazefalk Nick Fury?

What a creative name.

Nick narrowed his eyes. Deadpool not only knew Black Widow, but also knew him. There were definitely countless secrets hidden in this person.

Nick's expression became more serious, he looked directly into Deadpool's eyes and asked in a cold voice:

"Who do you work for?"

Upon hearing this question, Deadpool's eyes lit up and he answered happily:

"It's not your parents anyway~"

"Pfft~"

Nick turned his head with a cold face, and saw Gilder's face cold, looking at Deadpool viciously, as if he was not the one who just laughed.

I have been professionally trained, and generally I will not laugh no matter how funny it is... unless I can't help it...

"Wade!" Nick shouted angrily, with murderous intent on his face, as if he would tear Deadpool into pieces in the next moment.

"You have no choice. If you don't cooperate with our work, I will lock you in an underground prison until your body is covered with maggots and turns into a withered skeleton in the prison."

"No!" Deadpool shouted in shock:

"You are too dark... too dark! I guess you were raised by the master's butler, right?"

The veins in the corners of Nick's eyebrows were pulsing. This was the biggest fluctuation in his relationship in so many years. He was so stunned that he was afraid of being violent, and even afraid of his life.

As for the man in front of him, he was stunned, arrogant, crazy and desperate. Nick really had no good way to deal with him.

Nick took action.

"Mazefak! Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"Hehehe..." Deadpool laughed, leaning forward and staring into Nick's eyes:

"Baby~ don't just talk without practicing. You may not have died or experienced that kind of happiness, but I can tell you in advance that that feeling is really wonderful~"

In the interrogation room on the other side, Taylor sat on the interrogation chair with some restraint. To be honest, he walked out of here last time and had no intention of coming back! Sitting here again today, I actually feel a sense of emotion that things are the same and people are the same.

Time~where has he gone? Will I know when I’m forty?

Natasha leaned lazily on the chair, her long red hair hanging in her eyes, looking coldly into Taylor's innocent eyes, and spoke calmly:

"Tell me what's going on."

"Gudu~" Taylor swallowed and replied innocently:

"I'm really not familiar with him. He just appeared suddenly...I can serve four!"

Natasha straightened up, her beautiful face still showing distrust. Coulson looked at Taylor. Today, they monitored the conversation between the two. Not to mention useful information, they all began to suspect that Taylor was also a psychopath.

In the face of the two people's suspicions, Taylor bared his teeth and smiled.

You believe me! I'm really a good person!

"Tyler." Colson said:

"Don't worry, we won't hurt you, but your friend is really dangerous. We have to control the possibility of all dangers, and then nip the danger in the cradle. Of course... we don't want to kill him, just I hope he can be controlled and will not hurt anyone at will."

Taylor nodded understandingly and said:

"Then arrest him! Put him in jail, but me! There is absolutely no danger."

Colson and Natasha looked at each other. Natasha twisted her waist and walked in front of Taylor, bending slightly to look directly into Taylor's eyes at close range.

There was a moment of panic in Taylor's eyes, and he held his breath, and the smile on his face became extremely stiff.

Natasha asked:

"So...how much do you know about the connection between the SCP Foundation and Kaito Kidd?"

Taylor couldn't help leaning his head back, and replied with a blushing face:

"I have no idea……"

But how could Taylor hide the change in his eyes from Natasha? Seeing Natasha's eyes turn cold for a moment, Taylor answered honestly:

"Okay~ okay~ I know... he seems to be a member of the SCP Foundation. I watched the movie... and saw the logo of the SCP Foundation. As for the more specific... I really don't know anything."

The SCP Foundation is now a leather company. In addition to the great and handsome leader of the organization, ■■ and ■■, there are only two other minions. Even if he wants to explain something, Taylor can't explain it.

Should you trust him?

Looking at Taylor sitting in the interrogation chair, Coulson couldn't make up his mind for a moment. In fact, it was just because Taylor had been following Gilder to investigate Kaito Kidd, and Kaito Kidd happened to be connected to the SCP Foundation. Everything They are all so coincidental that one has to doubt them.

However, it was Nick who issued the order to investigate Phantom Thief Kidd, Coulson who sent Taylor there, police officer George who contacted Phantom Thief Kidd, and the person who uploaded the video was a high-dimensional observer that they have not yet identified...

Coulson squinted his eyes and fell into deep thought. He was originally looking for Taylor for a simple investigation, but the sudden appearance of the super soldier Deadpool changed the direction of the investigation. Regardless of whether Taylor had lost his memory or not, he was not as simple as he thought before.

The faint fragrance penetrated Taylor's nose, and he didn't know where to put his eyes. He showed an awkward smile and said:

"Miss Natasha, could you please stay back? You have a strange smell that I'm not used to."

Natasha, who was smiling, grabbed Taylor's collar and pulled the dodging Taylor in front of her.

"You'd better not let me know you have a problem. If I know I saved a disaster, I will kill you myself."

The breath made Tyler want to sneeze, but he forced himself to hold it back. After all... he didn't want to die yet.

"Understood...understood, my dear citizens."

"You...wei Junjie is the one who does everything wrong." Deadpool looked at the dark-faced Nick with a straight face and said angrily:

"Let me out quickly, or you will die."

Facing the inexperienced Deadpool, Nick sighed and began to gradually lose patience. He felt that he was completely wasting his time now.

"What is your boss's status in the SCP Foundation?"

"What other identity could it be? He is my boss?"

Gritting his teeth, Nick asked again:

"Then what's your boss's name?"

What is your name?

Deadpool was stunned, looking around guiltily, and answered uncertainly:

"His name seems to be...Taylor...Taiwen...or Teddy..."

Rubbing his nose, Nick closed his eyes. It took you a long time and you didn't even remember Taylor's name?

Are you saying Deadpool is faking? Based on his knowledge over a long period of time, Nick believed that this was definitely true.

bang——

The door to the interrogation room was pushed open violently, and Hill walked in quickly. He glanced at Deadpool who was full of curiosity, lowered his head and whispered in Nick's ear:

"Director, something happened."

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Wearing a crisp white suit with blue lining and red tie.

A white cloak waved behind him, and a white dove landed on Kaitou Kid's shoulder.

Coupled with the iconic medieval high-brimmed hat, no one knows who he is.

He moved very gracefully, and the footsteps under his white leather shoes were unusually loud, attracting everyone's attention.

Then everyone who saw him froze in place, looking at Kaitou Kid's figure motionlessly.

With a smile on his face, he walked into the door of the New York Police Department openly.

pat-

The phone in the hands of the police officer at the door fell to the ground, but he didn't care at all. He just stared at Kaitou Kid who was walking towards the hall with wide eyes.

Everyone who saw Kaito Kidd stopped in their tracks.

The entire New York Police Department seemed to have been pressed into silence.

Phantom Thief Kidd strolled next to George who was busy. Harry's mouth was open and the pizza in his mouth fell to the ground.

Dangdangdang——

He gently knocked on George's table and said:

"Hi~Detective George~I'm surrendering."