Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

Qianqian's words made Whitehall stunned for a while: "I still don't know the purpose of Mr. Zion's visit?"

"I have a friend who wants to seek revenge from you. At the same time, I want to get some ulterior insider information from you." Xiangqian continued his frank attitude since the beginning of the conversation, "You should know What's the inside story I'm talking about, Mr. Reinhardt?"

Hearing Xiangqian clearly and unmistakably yelled his original name again, Whitehall naturally understood; "You want to ask why I was released?"

"I want to know more, including but not limited to who you were released by and why; and of course some supplementary details, such as what did they do to release you reasonably and legally while keeping it a secret? "Not only answering questions, but also moving forward when asking questions.

"That's a long, complicated story; I don't mind telling it under the right circumstances, but... Mr. Zion, are you sure you're going to step into this quagmire? Even if you're one of the billionaires , some things are beyond your ability to interfere."

"I thought, you should see that I'm not an ordinary billionaire." Qianqian gestured to the other party with his gaze, looking at the two dead bodies lying on the carpet.

Of course Whitehall knew this; from the moment the two bodyguards died instantly, the veteran Hydra member knew clearly that his life and death were completely in the hands of the forward.The super power plundered from that Chinese woman is only immortal, and cannot be reborn from a severed head.

Regardless of Whitehall's calm and calm appearance, in fact, he knew clearly in his heart that this conversation was unequal from the very beginning, and all the initiative was in the hands of the other party.

In the eyes of this old Hydra member, the current conversation is a psychological game. He wants to use this game opportunity to gain more bargaining chips for himself and make the situation better.

"I can see that Mr. Zion is very confident in his abilities." Whitehall meant something. He thought that this billionaire was either a mutant-like existence, or he also passed some kind of technology like himself. Means got superpowers.

The forward reaction was beyond Whitehall's expectation. He said: "Using the word 'confidence' to describe my current state of mind seems too conservative."

For the first time, Whitehall felt that he could not grasp the current game situation.

Complacent people tend to be overconfident, but how can "overconfident" people clearly know that they are "overconfident"?

Whitehall was more careful about the language of his ensuing conversation.

"It is understandable that this kind of 'absolute self-confidence' often appears in those successful people; especially successful people who are young and have a smooth journey. Now that Mr. Zion has recognized his mentality, he is still full of confidence, which shows that You do have full confidence."

Facing the old fox's temptation, the playboy didn't care at all, and even showed a somewhat arrogant smile: "Mr. Reinhardt, do you know under what circumstances a kidnapper will reveal his true colors to the victim? "

When Whitehall heard the sound, his expression changed suddenly.

But I heard Xiangqian continue to say to himself: "Under normal circumstances, there are only two possibilities. The first is to believe that the victim can't find more evidence and has no ability to retaliate against himself; the second is more violent. Yes, that means the kidnappers were ready to tear up the ticket from the very beginning."

Looking at Whitehall's livid face, he asked forward maliciously: "Which type does Mr. Reinhardt think I belong to?"

"Intimidating psychological offensive!" Whitehall felt that he had guessed the other party's mind.

As soon as Qianqian came up, he said what he wanted to get inside information about SHIELD from Whitehall.Logically speaking, in order to obtain a confession, one must leave some hope for the interrogated; if the interrogated knows that he is doomed, it will only greatly increase the difficulty of obtaining a confession.

Whitehall felt that forward wit prevented such a shallow error from being committed.

"I thought that the kidnapper's priority should be whether he can get the ransom, not whether he should tear up the ticket." Grasping the idea of ​​moving forward, Whitehall began to be targeted in his speech.

Xiangqian smiled and said, "Mr. Laureinhardt won't bother with the issue of ransom, I'm sure I can get it."

"I don't agree with this." Whitehall refused to budge, and he needed to express his toughness in a timely manner during the psychological game.

"Some things are difficult to explain to you in a short time; forget it, Mr. Reinhardt, let's pay attention to these two new groups of people first." Xiangqian did not immediately respond to the other party's toughness, but pointed his finger Refers to the monitor screen.

There was a new change in the real-time battle situation displayed on the screen. Two groups of people appeared in different directions around the courtyard of the villa almost at the same time, rushing towards the area where the fierce battle was still happening.

Just as the two groups of people approached the main battlefield, Shen Ran's subordinates and the aliens, who had been doing foreign work deliberately not to break through the last line of defense, turned collectively, and methodically passed through the gap between the two groups of people behind, and left the battlefield.

Skye, who was wrapped in a tactical uniform but whose head and face were still recognized at a glance, showed great power. A shock and shock broke through the wall of the villa, and fled before a new exchange of fire was about to take place.

As soon as the people sent forward ran, the two groups behind were almost broken; as expected, the situation turned into a three-way melee.

The few remaining security forces in Whitehall were the first to be defeated; the remaining people retreated to the porch inside the villa, holding on to the danger.

In the study, the two bodyguards who died heard the answering tone of the communicator; Qianqian knew that it was the remaining bodyguards warning, reminding the people in the study to evacuate in time.

It is a pity that such warnings are destined not to be responded to.

Outside the villa, the three-party melee turned into a two-party confrontation again.Then, as expected, Coulson's team, which was severely understaffed and firepower, was suppressed.

Although the members of Coulson's team are obviously elites with stronger individual combat effectiveness, how can four or five people with a few small pistols be the opponent of two complete assault teams with 24 long guns and submachine guns?

Excluding the existence of high-level mutants and superheroes, conventional battles in this world still have to follow the basic laws of equipment and firepower.

A commando team of 12 suppressed Coulson's team, and another team of 12 began to storm the villa.Shock bombs, smoke bombs, the necessary weapons for special forces to storm buildings have all appeared.

"The team with the pistols should not have prepared for battle in advance, otherwise they would not have entered the battlefield with a few pistols. In other words, they are neither here to rescue you nor to kill you, but more like surveillance During the investigation process, it was temporarily decided to join the war.”

Looking forward at the surveillance screen, he talked eloquently: "On the contrary, there is another group of people who are well prepared, have strong firepower, and are determined to fight; judging from their ruthless style of killing your bodyguard, they must have bad intentions for you. "

Looking back, he saw Whitehall frowning, also staring at the monitoring screen.

Laughing forward: "Mr. Reinhardt, they are not something you need to worry about; a person who is destined to die, why bother about who the murderer is? It is the living person-that is, I-need to consider question. I really want to know, who are they? Are they the ones who set you free?"

Whitehall consciously saw through Qianqian's small thoughts. He pretended to be relaxed and said: "If I am destined to die, why do I still have to tell you the truth? Do you expect you to avenge me?"

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, they will not be the murderers who killed you." He waved his hand forward, "Your executioner has already been selected; Jia Ying, do you still remember this name?"

Whitehall shook his head blankly.

Sneaking a mocking sneer forward: "Hey, you killed that woman, removed all her organs, but never asked her name? The white mice in the laboratory have a number! Your cold-blooded cruelty is simply Beyond the lower limit that humans should have."

"You mean her?" Whitehall said in surprise, "Is she still alive?"

Although I don't know her name, Jia Ying is indeed the most impressive woman in Whitehall's life.Everything he has now is based entirely on the vitality he plundered from Jia Ying.

Without Jia Ying, without the organs, bone marrow, and blood taken from her, even if this old Hydra escaped from prison, it is very likely that he would have turned into a pile of dry bones in the grave early.

"How she survived, I remember..."

"What do you remember? Do you remember that you cut her to pieces and dumped her body pieces like garbage in the jungle on the Burmese border?"

Whitehall pursed his lips tightly and said nothing; the details described forward were completely consistent with his memory, which showed that the other party did know the truth at the beginning.

Could it be that the woman really came back to life?

"She was actually alive; her husband put her body back together, and her superpowers brought her back to life. She told me it was a very painful process."

Looking forward at Whitehall's face, the old Hydra's face was completely filled with a hellish expression.From his eyes, one can see three points of shock and seven points of fear.

What Whitehall is afraid of is that if Jia Ying's resurrection is real, then the other party really wants to kill him, instead of a psychological offensive to force a confession as he guessed.

Xiangqian still said to himself: "Think about it, the fire of hatred in Ms. Jia Ying's heart has been burning for more than 20 years; when this flame finally has a chance to burst out, it is bound to burn all Everything I meet—that’s you.”

"Don't you want the inside information of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Whitehall asked back; the eagerness in his tone showed that his heart had begun to panic.

This old hydra is eager to grab some chips for himself; in other words, he is eager to show his chips and prove his worth.

There is such a type of people in the world, the longer they live, the more they fear death.Especially people like Whitehall, who originally believed that relying on the superpowers obtained by plundering would have a chance to live forever, and psychologically did not have the slightest expectation of death; suddenly one day the god of death came to the door, and he would only show more fear than ordinary people.

Hearing the other party's panic, Xiangqian smiled contemptuously: "Yes, I don't need you to remind me, I always remember this matter. It is my established plan to obtain inside information of S.H.I.E.L.D. from Mr. Reinhardt; However, this is the link that you need to go through after you die."

"Huh?" Whitehall thought for a moment that he had heard wrong.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" Xiangqian said with a smile, "You heard me right, the matter of asking for a confession was indeed carried out after your death. I didn't want to do this, after all, I would cause trouble for my girlfriend , It hurts a man's self-esteem; but, who told Ms. Jia Ying that among the aliens under Ms. Jia Ying, there can't be a psychic superpower like Professor X?"

Ask for a statement after you die?Are there such superpowers?

The old Hydra asked himself that he had spent decades researching various mutant superpowers, but he had never heard of a single ability that could communicate with the dead.

Whitehall was completely silent, and he no longer knew how to interface; facing the field he knew nothing about, the idea of ​​the so-called "psychological game" seemed extremely ridiculous.

Xiangqian didn't intend to let the person in front of him go easily; "Has Mr. Reinhardt studied religion?"

Whitehall was baffled, and after a while he said in a pious or shameless tone: "I am a faithful believer of the Lord."

"Then what do you think of the final judgment after death?"

Whitehall responded with a sneer: "Is Mr. Zion planning to incarnate God and want to hear my confession after death? What you call asking for a statement after death is not what you mean?"

"What made you have the illusion that you can go to heaven after death?" Even knowing the lower limit of the other party's extremely low humanity, Xiang Qiang was still shocked by the other party's brazenness.

"..."

"In ancient Egyptian mythology, a person faces the judgment of Anubis after death; he will put the deceased's heart and a feather on both ends of the balance to judge the good and evil of this person's life. In Catholic teaching, sinners go to hell , good people go to heaven, they will all face the final judgment, and rewards and punishments will be given..."

Hearing Qianqian's sudden rambling digression, Whitehall asked impatiently, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Xiangqian was not interrupted by the other party. He asked: "Mr. Reinhardt, have you ever thought about whether it is possible for some details to be based on reality, regardless of religious teachings or myths and legends? God, the devil, the god of death , How do they accurately clarify the good and evil and rewards and punishments of a person's life?"

"I'm not God; even if someone says I'm evil, I don't think I'm up to the devil's standard. So... I don't know."

"Want to know?" Qianqian asked, "If you don't consider the difference between good and evil, I think Mr. Reinhardt is a scientific researcher, and he should have a great thirst for knowledge about all unknown things."

"I don't know what you're talking about, I don't even know if you said it in a conscious state..."

"You will know soon." Turning his head forward to look at the corner of the room, following his attention, there was a space ripple in the empty corner.

Her Majesty Queen Liana is here.

"The time is just right; please let me introduce you—the ruler of the border of hell, Her Majesty the Queen who has the same status as Lucifer and Satan in the hierarchy of hell."