"You mean [containment]?"

Eyes retracted from Jack Simon's body, and Banner couldn't help but speak.

The Avengers are no strangers to the existence of [Containment], and most of them have personally participated in the battle with [Containment].

[Containment] The strange and unpredictable abilities of the Avengers have seen a lot.

But with the power of [containment], they have never thought of it.

After all, in the past, whether it was the containment expert Long or [Dominic Butch], the members of the SCP Foundation were extremely cautious and careful about the [containment], and once the containment was successful, they would not easily let others contact the [containment] again, even as the Avengers who helped the containment party, they also had the same attitude.

In addition, [Uncle Long], the SCP Foundation containment expert who first came into contact with the Avengers, has also expressed more than once in front of the Avengers that he will not easily use the [Containment Object].

Although, later in contact with the SCP Foundation, the SCP Foundation has used the power of [Containment] in front of them on more than one occasion.

Even so, when the Avengers were looking for the traces of Emir Chang, they didn't think about [containment] at all.

"Impossible......"

Knowing Tony's approach, Banner's eyes flickered, and then he immediately shook his head.

"You should know that there's no way the SCP Foundation would allow us to use the power of [Containment]."

"You also said that the SCP Foundation does not allow it, but with the current relationship between the Avengers and the SCP Foundation, does this permission still matter?"

In this regard, Tony raised his eyebrows, but his eyes always fell on the figure who was silently smoking not far away.

"I don't think, Mr. Jack Simon, the Chaos Insurgency side isn't as rigid as the SCP Fund."

"As you say, Mr. Tony Stark."

Facing Tony's already pointed words, Jack Simon hooked the corners of his mouth and chuckled, "The 'Chaos Insurgency' does not have so many restrictions on the use of [containment], as long as it can achieve the goal, a little unconventional means are not a problem. ”

As Jack Simon said this, T'Challa's eyes remained fixed on the blonde man in the white suit.

T'Challa didn't forget that when he fled from the Avengers Mansion before, it was because of the other party's attack that he caught him, who had already managed to rush out of Ultron's encirclement.

"Good."

Jack Simon's answer did not exceed Tony's expectations.

Therefore, his gaze slightly met that of Natasha on the side, and the two briefly and quickly exchanged ideas before turning to Jack Simon.

"Please, then, Mr. Jack Simon."

"Willing to help."

Taking a deep breath, the spark of the cigarette butt in his mouth flickered with Jack Simon's breath.

"After all, we're collaborators."

……

"Be honest!"

Prisons, visiting rooms.

The hard handcuffs on his wrists made Parker Robbins unconsciously move his hands, and the rough hands of the prison officer behind him pushed him forward, and he staggered to sit in the chair, and the pain from his shoulders made Parker Robbins frown, but he didn't dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction.

Because, Parker Robbins is well aware that complaining will only bring more trouble to himself.

"You only have five minutes."

Indifferently warned Parker Robbins, and the guards swept over him with cold eyes.

Turning around, he sat down near the entrance of the visitor's cell, put his hand on his waist and stared at Parker Robbins with a look of attitude that would strike if Parker Robbins showed the slightest abnormality.

Although since his imprisonment, Parker Robbins has been showing a cooperative attitude.

But the prison has not forgotten the dozens of lives and acts of terror that Parker Robbins carried.

Hearing the warning of the prison guard behind him, the expression on Parker Robbins' face was silent for a moment, before he picked up the microphone, looked at the familiar face in front of the bulletproof glass, and said, "I didn't expect that the person who would come to see me was actually you, John." ”

"I didn't expect you to make such a big fuss." On the other side of the bulletproof glass, John King looked at Parker Robbins, who had a pale expression in the visiting room, and said with the same complicated expression: "Violence, murder, bombing terrorism, I can't imagine all these crimes happening to you, Parker Robbins, I originally thought that burglary was the biggest crime you could commit." ”

"People change, John."

Parker Robbins does not deny John King's enumerated crimes, although some of them come from the punishers.

"So, what's going on, Parker?"

Parker Robbins's words did not convince John King.

As an accomplice in the theft, he knew Parker Robbins well, and he was not the most vicious guy, otherwise he would not have chosen the lowest-risk profession of thief among many crimes.

Although, it's not a very good career.

"Is it the one in the warehouse, the ...... we encountered?"

With everything that had happened in the warehouse flashing in his mind, John King couldn't help but lower his voice.

"It doesn't make any sense to say that now."

Glancing at the prison guard behind him, Parker Robbins interrupted John King's words.

"Is it because of that?"

Although his words were interrupted, John King had already made up his guess.

"They say you're the Red Hood, and it looks real."

Parker Robbins's series of actions in Brooklyn naturally can't hide from everyone's eyes, especially since he doesn't have too many ideas to hide in the process of action. As a result, there were quite a few rumors about the Red Hood left throughout Brooklyn.

"You really have the ability to explode?"

The Red Hood has all kinds of extraordinary powers, the most widespread of which is the energy ray.

"Ever."

Without denying John King's speculation, Parker Robbins said silently: "Until the defenders burned the red hood that gave me strength." ”

"yes, that's a shame."

No one can resist the temptation of supernatural power, and so does John King.

Therefore, hearing Parker Robbins' answer, John King's face showed obvious regret.

"Two minutes left!"

Just when John King wanted to continue to ask Parker Robbins where exactly he got the Red Hood.

In the visiting room, the prison guard spoke again and reminded indifferently.

“…… It's mine...... Is she okay? ”

Hearing the time of the prison warning, Parker Robbins' face hesitated for a moment, but he still opened his mouth to ask John King.

"Not so good."

Parker Robbins's words were vague, but King immediately understood who he was asking.

Shaking his head, John King spoke.

"After learning the news that you were in prison, she was very sad and even went to the hospital early because she was too emotional...... Advance production. ”

"What?!"

Hearing that his pregnant girlfriend was born prematurely due to his own reasons, even Parker Robbins, who had been trying hard to suppress his desire to go, couldn't help but get excited.

"Sit down!"

Soon, however, Parker Robbins sat back in his chair under the warnings of the prison guards behind him.

It's just that the expression on his face is still trembling and asking.

"That'...... ...... exactly"

Parker Robbins' expression was a little hesitant, and he wanted to speak, but he was worried that he would not be able to accept the answer given by John King.

"I can't help but worry too much, mother and son are safe."

John King didn't have too much of an appetite for this.

"yes, that's, that's really, it's great."

Hearing the results told by John King, Parker Robbins's eyes flickered, excited about the safety of his girlfriend and his child, but thinking that he might never see his child again, his expression became extremely complicated, remorse, and regretful.

"You have a minute left."

Behind him, the prison guard's reminder sounded again.

Faced with the little time left, the complicated look in Parker Robbins' eyes began to converge, and he looked up at John King's face on the other side of the bulletproof glass, and a faint eye symbol flashed on his forehead.

"I'd like you to bring something for me."

"What's that?"

"A journal."

……

"I must have been crazy to accede to Parker's request."

Late at night, in Brooklyn, a street with a poor and even a bit of rustic flavor.

John King shook his head, walked through an area populated by Mexican immigrants, and finally came to a stop in front of an old-looking apartment, muttering on his face.

Although, the mouth is constantly complaining.

But John King's footsteps continued to walk into the apartment.

Walking through the hallways of the old apartment, John King's ears were constantly irritated by the noisy quarrels and screams in the poor soundproofing of the old apartment.

"This place sucks."

Silently complaining about the poor environment of the apartment, before he knew it, John King had arrived at the door of the room where Parker Robbins lived.

Because the owner of the house, Parker Robbins, has gone to prison, and his girlfriend is really in the hospital, no one has opened the door to John King, and of course, Parker Robbins in prison can't give him the key to the room.

Thankfully, though, none of this stumped John King.

He took two wires out of his pocket and skillfully opened the locked door of the room.

John King habitually turned his head to observe his surroundings before entering the pitch-black apartment room.

Bang Bang –

Raising his hand to press the switch, the lights in the room made John King subconsciously squint.

Sweeping his gaze over the messy environment of the room, he could see that the previous owner of the house left in a hurry, and of course, John King, who had done it before, naturally understood the reason for this hurry.

"Cabinet, cabinet ......"

Retracting his gaze from the messy arrangement of the room, John King recalled what Parker Robbins had said in the prison visiting cell, his eyes darting over the room.

"Found it, this should be the cabinet."

Soon, a cabinet was found in an inconspicuous corner of the living room of the room, John King stepped over to the cabinet and stopped, then took a deep breath and carefully opened the cabinet, and immediately found the box hidden by Parker Robbins.

"If what Parker said is correct."

Reaching out to take out the box, John King opened his mouth to blow the thin layer of dust falling from the box, coughed and quickly held his breath, stretched out his palm that he didn't know when it became trembling, and opened the box.

I saw that in the box, a journal with the big number 3 printed on the cover was impressively placed inside.

"This is the journal."

Looking at the journal 3 in the box, John King's breathing unconsciously shortened a little.

He thought of Parker Robbins' power to become the Red Hood, and why Parker Robbins cared so much about this journal and had to bring it to him.

As various thoughts surfaced in his mind, the whole person's emotions became a little excited.

"Perhaps, the Red Hood is all fake, and Parker Robbins' power is derived from this journal! That's why Parker Robbins asked me to help him bring this journal to him......"

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that this was what Parker Robbins was for.

John King looked down at the journal 3 in the box, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, the greed in his eyes constantly appearing.

"Since Parker Robbins was able to get supernatural power from the log and become a Red Hood, then so can I, as long as I can gain power, I am the new Red Hood."

Reaching out and touching the cover of the journal, John King's mind couldn't help but flash the scene of Parker Robbins in prison.

But soon, John King shook his head and swept the image away.

"As long as I get the power of the Red Hood, Parker Robbins in prison is not a problem, and I can wait until I get the power to get him out directly, instead of giving him the log."

After silently convincing himself in his heart, John King did not hesitate to open the log in front of him with his hand.

"Hahahaha, another unlucky guy......"

"I admire your greedy appearance, but unfortunately, it's just a little bit closer, if you can get the log earlier, maybe there will be a difference, it's a shame, you're a little slower than Parker Robbins."

"Well, I'm kidding, in fact you didn't have a chance in the first place."

Zizi –

At the moment when John King opened the log, the originally bright lights in the room suddenly began to flicker, and under the flickering light, the windows were closed, and a gust of wind suddenly blew in the room, turning the pages of the journal continuously.

In John King's field of vision, he saw a triangular pyramid-shaped figure in the flipping pages of the book making a coherent movement through the turning of the pages, as if he was making a mocking expression and mocking himself.