Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Chapter 119 What a ghost

Sitwell felt that he was not far from becoming a madman now.

Because he just used his clever mind to integrate all the information in his mind, and then came up with an answer that was enough to drive him crazy.

Fury knew.

Fury knows everything.

So, when did he find out? This doesn't seem to be important anymore. Sitwell knows Fury because one of his tasks is to often observe the other person when facing Fury and work hard to become a trustworthy subordinate in Fury's eyes.

But now it seems that in Fury's eyes, his superb acting skills over the years may really be just a protracted performance that is not worth appreciating.

This is really a sad story.

What's even sadder is that Sitwell himself is the protagonist of this story.

What's even more sad is that before today, he had always taken this performance seriously.

Will Fury kill me? Ah... This is probably why he chose me to carry out this mission today and connect with Roland.

What was he thinking? Sitwell looked at Roland opposite who was feasting, and felt a burst of sadness in his heart. After he finished eating, he should find a place to send me on my way.

Ha, maybe I'm overthinking it. How could a person like Roland have any intention of choosing a place? He is a madman. I shouldn't forget this.

So, this is it.

Sitwell raised his head and took in the entire restaurant bit by bit.

Maybe this is a good place.

He pinched the tablecloth on the table, maybe this thing would be suitable for wrapping my body.

Well, this is already good. There is also red wine here. It is indeed a decent funeral.

Will I be recognized by SHIELD as a hero who died on mission? Can I leave my number on the anonymous monument at the entrance of SHIELD's lobby? Probably not, Fury will not do that.

He would die casually, become a name on the report, and then... nothing more.

"Fake! I really don't want to die!"

Sitwell suddenly slammed the table hard and shed tears of sadness.

…………

Roland was actually very confused. He didn't even know what happened.

I just want to ask whether Hydra pays wages. It’s rare to meet an understanding person. Why is this question so difficult to answer? Do I really have to ask Pierce?

Sitwell's level is already very high. Whether in SHIELD or Hydra, he can be regarded as a management person. At least compared to the field agent at the same level, the guy named Crossbones, Sitwell Tver has always been a leader.

He couldn't even answer. It seemed that Hydra's treatment was either very high or very low. In other words, that guy Pierce really stole my money!

Okay, okay, this is another revenge!

As Roland ate, he kept thinking about the money he had "lost", and the expression on his face became fierce.

Suddenly, a bang and a knock on the table from the opposite side woke Roland from his thoughts. When he looked up, he found Sitwell lying on the table, crying bitterly.

What's going on?

If you don’t know, you don’t know. Why are you crying? You make others think you are crying because you can’t afford to eat. How do people think of me?

After thinking for a moment, Roland's eyes lit up and he seemed to have the answer.

Then, Roland cut off a large piece of Sitwell's steak and ate it.

"Tsk...it's not that delicious, is it?"

Seeing that this guy's crying was getting louder and louder, Roland directly took the plate to another empty table.

You cry first, and I'll pay attention to you when I'm full.

Sitwell was actually waiting to die. He wished he had the courage to resist, but he didn't. As an ordinary person, an office clerk, when facing people like Roland, Sitwell's remaining rationality told him that trying to resist would only make the result worse. Worse.

So he cried and cried for a long time, his head started to feel dizzy, and he didn't wait for the final judgment he imagined.

Sniffling, Sitwell raised his head and was surprised to find that Roland was gone!

How is this going! Won't he kill me?

Not caring anymore, Sitwell looked around and saw no sign of Roland.

If you don’t run now, when will you wait? !

He stood up and ran out the door. When he reached the door, he heard the voice he least wanted to hear again.

"You still want me to pay?! Come back!!"

Yes, Roland.

……

Heartbroken, Sitwell paid the money numbly, followed Roland out numbly, followed Roland numbly, and walked unconsciously on the street.

Finally, Roland stopped.

Sitwell's distracted eyes refocused, this was... a park.

"Well, you..."

Roland sat on the bench and raised his hand.

"I don't want to die! Please, I... wuwu, I really don't want to die!"

"Fuck! Let go! Let go!"

Roland also didn't expect that he just wanted to ask Sitwell if he had the authority to transfer an airplane for his use. As soon as he opened his mouth, Sitwell knelt down with a thud, walked a few meters quickly and hugged his leg. I started crying with runny nose and tears.

"Let go!"

Snapped.

After a big mouth, Roland breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could start to feel sorry for his pants, Sitwell walked up to him again in the posture of a terrible strange creature, crying and said: "No matter what you ask me to do, Anything is fine, really, really! As long as you don’t kill me, I, I am really useful. I can help you steal secrets. I am willing to do anything, as long as you don’t kill me! Really! Please! , Mr. Roland, just...let me live..."

This is……

Roland blinked, feeling as if he had completed some very useful work unintentionally.

"If you cry twice more, you will really die."

This sentence still worked. Sitwell stopped crying at that time and stood up with a look of determination!

"You are willing to do anything... Then go and kill Pierce."

"Yes!"

"return!"

Good guy, turn around and leave, right? Good for you.

"Why don't you go back and report the news?"

"How is it possible, Mr. Roland, I..."

"Okay, I understand. No need to swear, that thing is useless, let me think about it...ah, let's do this."

Roland stretched out his finger: "ROOM!"