A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 272 Cleaning Begins

When he woke up again, Sitwell's appearance had changed drastically.

"This is... where?"

Sitwell looked blankly at the cold metal door ahead.

In the next second, severe pain flooded into my mind like a tide, and Sitwell's eyes gradually recovered, and the memories before coma also came to mind.

"woke up?"

A familiar voice came from above, and Sitwell was slightly taken aback. Before he had any reaction, the bed under him began to rise slowly, and the ceiling also opened and closed slowly, and incandescent lights sprinkled from the opening and closing. Coming down, Sitwell closed his eyes subconsciously.

By the time Sitwell adjusted to the light, he had followed the bed elevator to the ceiling.

The bed above the waist was automatically lifted, forcing Sitwell to straighten his waist, and the eyes wearing glasses could see the whole picture of this place—this is a closed room made entirely of steel and metal, and the room is extremely furnished. It was simple, except for the bed under him, there was only a metal table and a few chairs left.

At this moment, a black bald man in a black windbreaker was sitting behind the iron table, and his only one eye was calmly looking at Sitwell who was sitting up.

"Nick Fury?"

Sitwell was slightly taken aback. Just when he was about to move, he suddenly found that he was still wearing a set of strong and flexible straitjackets. opened the mouth.

"Director, what's going on?"

"Bartok detonated a high-explosive grenade before he fell into a coma, seriously injuring you and Rumlow. Steve disobeyed my orders in order to save you, and called a helicopter to send you to the nearest S.H.I.E.L.D. In the room—this is what I said to the outside world, what do you think, can it be delayed for two days?"

Hearing Nick Fury's faint words, Sitwell was a little panicked.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"Sitwell, you have been in a coma for two days. In this regard, I may have to apologize to you on behalf of the captain... To be honest, not only the captain, but even I didn't expect your body to be so fragile. S.H.I.E.L.D. civilian staff also need to strengthen their physical exercise..."

Nick Fury spoke to himself, seemingly not answering Sitwell's question at all.

In a coma for two days?
Apologize for the captain?
Sitwell was terrified by what came out in just a few sentences.

The image of Bartok flying towards him before he passed out flashed in his mind. Sitwell still couldn't understand that he was deliberately knocked unconscious by Captain America Steve, but...why?
In the blink of an eye, Sitwell had already made a choice.

He widened his eyes hard, and looked angrily at the expressionless Nick Fury: "What do you mean? The kidnapping of the Lemuria Star has absolutely nothing to do with me!"

"I know the Star Lemuria has nothing to do with you." Nick Fury looked at him blankly, and said lightly, "Because I did it."

"What did you do?"

Sitwell was slightly taken aback, then shouted angrily.

"You hired Bartok? You betrayed S.H.I.E.L.D.? Why?"

Looking at Sitwell's distorted face full of disappointment and anger, Nick Fury suddenly let out a laugh, then shook his head and stood up, reached out and tapped somewhere on the table.

laugh--

Blue light shoots out from the walls and tables, forming a blue holographic projection screen in the air.

"During the two days you were in a coma, Agent Natasha deciphered the data she copied from the Lemuria star, and also obtained the confidential information in the data that even I don't know, Sitwell, you really He is a very good agent, but in front of me, you should put away your poor acting skills..."

With that said, Nick Fury stretched out his hand, and the blue holographic screen suddenly slid to Sitwell's eyes.

"Sitwell, I know you are Hydra undercover, you have been exposed..." Nick Fury said lightly.

Sitwell stared blankly at the document signed by himself on the screen, and the luck in his heart was finally completely extinguished.

"So what?"

After not covering up anymore, Sitwell calmed down instead.

He looked at Nick Fury with a sneer and said: "Nick Fury, you can secretly attack Hydra under our noses. I have to admit that you are indeed very powerful, but what use is it if you catch me? Do I confess Hydra? Stop kidding!"

"Hydra has been lying on S.H.I.E.L.D. and sucking blood for over 70 years!"

"From its establishment to the present, which department does not have our shadow? You don't know, do you? The entire S.H.I.E.L.D. has long been riddled with holes! Even the former director who promoted you, Alexander Pierce, is one of us!"

As he spoke, Sitwell's face changed drastically. He raised his head suddenly, and looked at Nick Fury, who was smiling but not smiling, with embarrassment: "What did you do to me?"

Nick Fury dropped a syringe on the table.

"Qnb-t17, a powerful upgraded version of qnb-t16, the top sodium thiopental derivative, you are its first user, but don't worry, we have already done clinical trials on death row prisoners."

"Veritaserum?" Sitwell's expression became even uglier.

"Why do you think I chatted with you just now? It will take a while for the medicine to work perfectly. Sitwell, I know you are a very good agent. It is difficult to get any truth out of your mouth without some means." Come on, so—”

Nick Fury narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Sitwell expressionlessly.

"Tell me, what is Insight Project?"

"The insight plan is to use big data and the Zola algorithm to find out all the targets that are threatening to Hydra, and then use satellites to lock them, launch missiles or use the weapon system on the space carrier to destroy them all-Fack! Pierce will definitely kill me!"

Sitwell said with a look of despair.

He then asked, "What is the Zola algorithm?"

"The Zola Algorithm is a set of procedures used to calculate the threat level of all people on the earth to Hydra, whether it is now or in the future." Completely unable to control my mouth and brain.

"The future?" Nick Fury frowned.

"Yes, the 21st century is an e-book, and Zola taught Hydra how to read it, bank records, medical history, voting tendencies, emails, phone calls... Zola's algorithm analyzes people's past to predict their future."

"..."

Nick Fury frowned, and what Sitwell said was worse than he expected.

When Nick Fury bowed his head in thought, Sitwell couldn't bear it any longer: "Frey, I'll do it, I'm willing to tell you everything, as long as you promise not to let Pierce kill me!"

Nick Fury was awakened by the terrified cry. He raised his head, looked at Sitwell, and then nodded slightly: "Yes, but... the interrogator is about to change."

With that said, Nick Fury stood up, opened the metal door, and a slender female agent in a tight combat uniform walked in from the outside.

Natasha?
Looking at the familiar face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Sitwell was slightly taken aback, then heaved a long sigh, with an expression of resignation on his face.

"Take out everything he knows."

Nick Fury said something in Natasha's ear, and then walked out of the room expressionlessly, and while walking quickly, he took out a communicator from his arms.

"Sill, are our people in place?"

"It's still close, do you want to do it now? Is it too early?"

"It can't be delayed any longer. The progress of the insight plan is much faster than I imagined."

"Insight plan?"

"Natasha is interrogating Sitwell, and the results of the interrogation will be sent later. As for now..." Nick Fury said to the communicator with a cold expression, "Let's start the cleaning."

(End of this chapter)