[Zhongyingmei] The number one black powder

John's feelings have been muddled.In the few shards of memory that are waking, he feels he has been moved.There are different people communicating quietly above the head.

A few times he tried to move, but the effects of the drug left him feeling limp, hazy as if he was floating in water.

During the longest waking time, his eyes were slightly opened a crack, and he had to close them quickly due to the strong light above his head.Similar occasions reminded him of his memory fragments and dreams, lying on the same operating table, the same bright light, and the electric current piercing from the temple that shattered all consciousness, and Veronica asked him [I Like the name, you can keep it].

The stress response triggered by the flashback gave him a headache.

At the same time, I heard Xiao say next to him, "The operating table without disinfection measures, and the patients who refused to cooperate voluntarily, this is definitely not the worst operation I have ever done."

"If there is a better choice, I don't want to do it." Another male voice that sounded elegant replied.

"If I didn't know you well enough, I thought you were questioning my professionalism, Finch."

"I dare not question it, Ms. Xiao."

"Don't worry, Finch, it's just a simple brain operation to remove the chip."

"I'm more worried when you say that."

Then, he fell into a coma again.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe not too long.John woke up from his sleep. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while before realizing that he was awake. White quilt, with an infusion bag hanging beside her.

John sat up, and because he got up so suddenly, there was a pain like a tearing wound in the back of his head.He subconsciously touched the source of the pain, and only touched a piece of gauze behind the ear.

It reminds him of how he got to where he is now.

He was attacked, and the same woman, Shaw, who had previously attacked him in Magipur for no reason, came to him again.Last time she asked some strange questions, such as remembering some people, and then said some inexplicable words, Bing decided that he had lost his memory.Since then, he has always flashed back the memory fragments of his past missions in the CIA and the explosion in his dreams.

Then he realized to his amazement that they had barely tried to restrain him other than the IV needle stuck in his hand.

He didn't take any action hastily, but subconsciously looked up and looked around, and he felt reasonable when he saw the small camera in the corner.

Two minutes later, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside.A man in a brown striped suit and glasses walks in, carrying a glass of water and a hamburger on a metal tray.

John watched him. The man didn't look like a martial artist, and the way he moved seemed to have an old leg or back problem.

-Easy to subdue without even grabbing the metal tray.

John was quick to judge.

"Please don't try to put an IV in my eye or put a hose in my neck, thank you," the man began, setting down the tray on the bedside table and watching him carefully, speaking with unnecessary politeness.

For some reason, John didn't reject this kind of politeness that sounded a bit fake, he even felt that this person should be like this.Every move of this man gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

"Just subduing you won't do anything," John told him, tilting his head. "But I don't think your friends outside the door will be happy."

"..." The man subconsciously glanced at the door, then turned back and nodded, "Yes, they are outside the door just in case."

"They?" John raised his eyebrows, "Not just Shaw?"

"There are some other friends, our friends." The other said.

John was silent for a moment, then said "I don't know you."

The man's expression turned into sadness in an instant, as if he was mentally prepared but still got hurt.

But this expression only lasted for a second, and then he adjusted his glasses, raised his head again and regained his composure.He pulled out the chair and sat down, pushing the tray towards him. "Please, I promise that there is no drug involved."

"I don't know, maybe some painkillers would be a good idea," John said, but he was thirsty, so he picked up the glass of water without touching the burger. "What do you want?"

"..." The man frowned and asked back, "Why do you think we want something from you, Mr. Rees?"

"I don't have that name," John replied, taking a sip of water.

"You..." The man opened his eyes wide in surprise, and then regained his composure. "Then what should I call you?"

"...John." John thought for a while, there was nothing to hide.

"Okay, John." The man looked relieved. "My name is Harold, Harold Finch."

He remembered those inexplicable things Elijah had said to him earlier, about 'Harold would be sad' or something, but he didn't show it.

He paused, seeing that John didn't respond, so he had to speak again, "When Ms. Xiao found me, remind me that you forgot something, I think I should ask you, what do you remember... If you don't want to, we won't talk about it Your Hydra thing, what were you doing before you joined Hydra?"

He shouldn't have answered this.He knows a lot of interrogation methods, one is to chat to gain the other party's trust, find his weakness from clues, and then threaten and lure.

But John felt in his heart that Harold would not do this, so he replied: "Explosion, I was saved from the explosion..."

"Explosion?" John was a little confused. He didn't know whether Harold was really bad at disguising emotions or was too good at disguising. He had a clear view of the relationship between this matter. "What explosion?"

"China, a mission, we were told to get something from that place, but it was just a cover, they wanted to destroy that thing with us, a missile blew up me and my target together."

"..." Harold stood up abruptly, the chair scraped across the floor making a screeching sound, and then he left without saying a word.

John sat for a while, looked at the corner camera, which was faithfully pointed in his direction, and picked up the burger.

Harold didn't come back until he had finished his burger.Holding a stack of documents in his hand, he sat back on the chair and carefully placed one stack of documents beside the bed.

John took it, flipped through it, and found that it was a CIA mission file. Most of the details of a certain mission in China were blocked by a black box, but he suspected that it was his mission. .The other was a newspaper clipping showing an explosion in an abandoned factory in an uninhabited area of ​​China, which matched the file exactly.

The only problem is that the date on that file and the clipping shows 2011.

That's impossible, he hasn't joined Hydra that long.He remembered the time when he was transferred to Veronica's subordinates, it was——

Then he flipped back and saw another explosion in New York, in 2015.

He remembered the explosion, the missiles falling from the sky, and Veronica told him the rest of the details, as well as the photos, and the matching of these with some of the memory fragments he flashed back convinced him.And now he's not so sure, there are other images that have emerged along with these photos and reports, a rooftop, he is trying to stop another team, not to grab something, but to protect something...

"John, John!"

He found himself lost in memory only when he felt a voice close at hand, and Harold stood up and moved closer to him, looking tense and concerned.

"What did you do?" John reacted immediately, "That operation, what did you do to my brain?"

Harold raised his hand to comfort him, but felt it was inappropriate, so he took two steps back to give him some space, and replied calmly, "We took out the positioning chip implanted by Hydra from your brain, I haven't deciphered its other uses yet, but we can't risk letting them know you're here." He took a breath and added again, "What you just remembered has nothing to do with our surgery, it's your own memory Flashback."

"It doesn't make any sense, and your implantation of this won't have any effect on me." John replied him, of course he wouldn't trust the other party so easily.

"It's really not good for us, but we hope it means something to you." Harold observed him, sat down again after making sure there was no danger, and changed his tone cautiously, "Since you don't want to say, maybe you can listen to me s story?"

"..." John didn't answer him.

Harold, who couldn't wait for an answer, said on his own: "Since 911/[-], the US government has a plan to build a secret system to monitor everyone's information and screen out dangerous and suspicious elements from it, so as to prevent danger from happening." Stopping the event...they succeeded."

"Samaritan." John remembered the code that had been sold at the Magipur auction finale. "That's the secret system."

"No, no, no." Harold shook his head, "Samaritan is another system, the original one, the machine owned by the United States is not the same as it..." He paused and admitted, "I built Got that machine... but there is a problem, it was originally built to avoid terror, terror, attack, but it saw all kinds of crimes, common people's ones, so I taught it to classify crimes into related And irrelevant, the relevant data will be passed to the authorities for processing ... the same unrelated ordinary crimes that you used to do in the CIA ... We ... used to have this small team to save these ordinary people."

"Then the Samaritan was born, and a very dangerous person got it, and it tried to manipulate the direction of human evolution, so the machine team fought against the Samaritan, until finally, the machine won, at a heavy price, but We won." He said, clicking on the news about the 2015 bombing in John's hands, looking at him with nostalgia and guilt, "I left after everything was over... I didn't know you survived... …At that time, the machine was damaged and went offline without seeing anything.”

It made John uncomfortable, as if Harold was looking through him at someone else, so he looked away.

"Have you heard of Project Insight?" Harold suddenly changed the subject.

"What?" John asked back.

"It's a Hydra plan...we don't know exactly what that plan entails, but that's why Hydra wants the Samaritan code."

After a moment of silence: "I think this matter..."

Before Harold could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a sudden noise outside.

The explosion outside even shook the chandelier in the room.Harold subconsciously turned his head to look at the door. Taking advantage of this opportunity, John suddenly rushed forward and grabbed him by the neck.When Xiao and others opened the door, they saw that Harold had been taken hostage by John.

Shaw and Fusco looked at each other, seeing the same helplessness in each other's eyes, they lowered their guns, and Fusco said, "I guess that's what Boy Wonder meant by refusing to go with us."

Xiao was silent for a while, listening to the instructions in the earphones, "We don't have much time, the Hydra people are coming, and she can't stop them for long."

"Let's discuss, John." Xiao finally put away his gun helplessly, and said to John, "You let Finch go, and each goes his own way."

John didn't answer her, he moved slowly towards the door with the hostage, while the other two had no choice but to get out of the way.Until John reached the door, he pushed Harold into the door, then closed the door again and locked the three of them inside.

At the last moment, he heard Harold say "I'm sorry for all of this."

Somehow, he knew Harold meant it.

The author has something to say: This chapter and the next chapter should be read together...

I found that I missed an opening post...