Marvel turns into Iron Man

Seeing that his counterattack was directly separated by the opponent, Ward immediately changed his attack method.

His legs fell back to the cabin floor, turned into knee bumps again, and then slammed hard into Tripp's stomach.

And Ward's hands were not idle, he directly hugged the opponent's neck to prevent him from escaping.

The knee bump made Tripp almost lose his strength, but he was also a field agent, so how could he be passively beaten.

As a black man with a strong body, he directly relied on his own muscle strength to push Ward into the glass of the intelligence management room.

The two separated, and then did a few more rounds——

Until the two bosses saw the surveillance video in the cabin and immediately ran down to stop the duel.

"Agent Ward, stop hitting."

Seeing Ward who was pressing Tripp on the sofa in the cabin, Coulson was of course the first to ask him to let him go.

"Tripp, that's enough, and so are you."

Garrett, who was following Coulson, looked at the subordinates he brought with a serious expression.

He also trained by himself and stayed by his side for many years, but Tripp just couldn't keep up with Ward.

"I have reached an agreement with Agent Garrett. He has persuaded the headquarters to interrogate Quinn on the plane."

"And in the meantime, we'll keep flying in the direction of New York—"

Coulson explained to the two who just had a conflict.

"I'm pretty talkative sometimes, if the situation calls for it."

"Seriously, you'd never believe what I'd do to that bastard."

Garrett glanced at Coulson and shrugged, smiling.

Ward just shook his head slightly, he was too familiar with Garrett's smile.

And a few minutes later, when Garrett came to the interrogation room where Ian Quinn was being held, he was already frightened by the appearance of the other party.

At this time, Ian completely lost his appearance as a billionaire.

His face was covered in blood, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen pitifully, as if he had been subjected to some inhuman abuse.

"Oh, well, now I don't need to be the bad cop."

Good cop bad cop is still a game that American police often play.

The detainees were first violently extorted by the so-called bad police in the interrogation room.

Until the other party feels that it is almost done, and play the role of a good policeman, there will be no violence to prevent the other party.

After that, he will speak kindly to each other, saying that he is here to help the prisoner, and it is enough to cooperate well.

Such tricks can be said to be effective in the so-called fair land of the United States, where there is no political manipulation.

At this time, Garrett was speaking wisecracks in a serious manner, but there was no smile on his face.

"Ian Quinn, this is Agent John Garrett, he's here to ask you some questions."

As Coulson spoke, he did not forget to reach out and close the door.

"No, no, thank you..."

"The woman just hit me with a buzzing sound in my head, and I haven't recovered yet."

The poor rich man is really full of vicissitudes at this time, and at the same time he is trying to procrastinate.

But how could his little resistance really have the effect he hoped for?

"At least she got your head back, and I'm not always so considerate."

"Tell me, I'm very interested in your project."

Garrett shook his head slightly, looking coldly at the guy sitting in front of him.

"......My company has quite a few projects, do you think—"

Quinn wanted to continue delaying, but he was interrupted by Garrett before he finished speaking, and the way of interruption was quite weird.

He only felt that two fingers were rudely inserted into his mouth, pinching his tongue so that he could not speak.

But Agent Garrett, who was standing opposite him, also had a grim look on his face.

"Beforehand, you have no power, and there are no lawyers here."

"The reason Coulson hasn't thrown you out of the plane until now is because the little girl downstairs still has a heartbeat."

Garrett squeezed Quinn's tongue vigorously, leaning forward, his large body made Quinn dare not breathe.

He stared at each other like a raped little girl waiting for her end.

"Also, the reason I haven't ripped your tongue out yet is because you're going to use it to answer my questions."

"So, are you clear now?"

Quinn could only nod slightly, but Garrett didn't look satisfied.

"Do you understand, Coulson?"

"No, I don't understand at all."

Seeing Garrett's actions, Coulson could only shake his head slightly, and replied with a strange expression.

At least, Coulson didn't think he would put his hand in someone's mouth.

What a poor fellow—Coulson thought.

But where he couldn't see, Garrett pinched Quinn's tongue even harder.

This made the pampered billionaire almost cry, but he could only nod fiercely.

"Okay, let's talk about your cyber technology and this so-called death warrior. I'm very interested."

It was also until this time that Coulson realized that Garrett had more information than he thought.

"These topics are dangerous—and the last agent you knew got shot twice in the stomach."

Quinn seemed to be speaking provocatively, as if Skye's injury had nothing to do with him.

This made Coulson rush up uncontrollably, but he was stopped by Garrett before he reached out to beat him.

"It looks like you're still quite—"

Before Quinn could smile, he was slapped backhanded by Garrett.

"I just didn't want to get his hands dirty by hitting you, so you'd better cooperate, trash."

This slap hit Quinn's blood-stained face fiercely, but he still couldn't see his position clearly.

It wasn't until Quinn spit out blood slowly that this guy completely gave up the momentary struggle.

"So... the girl is still alive, isn't she?"

"Yes, and you'd better hope she's alive, Quinn."

Garrett said coldly, took the towel handed by Coulson and wiped his blood-stained hands.

"The reason why you plan to kill Skye is because she saw the secret of your cyber technology."

"No, I shot Skye because Clairvoyance told me to."

Coulson's question was quickly answered, but the real answer made Coulson feel terrible.

After so long, he heard the name Clairvoyance again.

But this time, Coulson was no longer surprised and surprised by the name, but angry.

PS:

After acquiring the skill called "One Cut, Two Breaks", Gong Rui almost thought that he could become Long Aotian, until he raised his head and looked at his health bar—【HP: 1/1】

half year later……

"Spicy chicken demon clan! You just wait to be cut in half by Gong Rui!"

The Sand Sculpture teammates hiding behind Gong Rui yelled at Yaozu confidently: "We have teamed up with him for so long, and we haven't seen him get injured once!"

Gong Rui: "No, no, big brothers, please calm down first, I am really not as strong as they say, in fact, you can kill me as long as you touch me..."

Sand Sculpture teammate: "That's right! What Gong Rui means is that you don't even want to touch him!"

Gong Rui: "md! Shut up all of you!"

"The Invincible My Blood Volume is One" Author: Qiyinqin