Half an hour later.

Sean is sent to a sealed house, and instead of imprisoning his mobility, Coulson opens the alloy handcuffs and signals that he can move freely. The room was simply furnished, with a metal table fixed to the floor with a dim lamp on it, and a one-way glass on the side walls, so you could see that there were many people watching their every move on the other side.

Then it was a long wait of an hour, no one came in to torture him, no one shouted at him, as if he had forgotten him, the boring time passed slowly, Sean took off his black trench coat, sat down in the chair peacefully, his fingers lightly tapped on the table, and there was no impatient look on his face.

"Your tricks don't work, Coulson." The cowboy-like Garrett teased his friend, and through the one-way glass, they observed Sean locked up in the room.

"This guy's psychological quality is not as bad as you think, even if he closes it for another whole day, he won't have any irritable mood." The experienced agent shook his head and looked at the student next to him, "Let Grant give it a try, he's a good at torture." ”

Coulson hesitated, he glanced at this cold as a machine young agent, this is just a simple temptation, according to Sean's current identity, even S.H.I.E.L.D. can't act recklessly, if there is any abuse and beating scandal, even Director Fury will be embarrassed.

"Get the right balance." After a moment, Coulson nodded.

The hard-faced young man pulled out a smile and strode out, and it wasn't long before he appeared in the range of one-way glass, and Grant Ward pulled out his chair and sat down opposite, smashing a stack of papers in his hand on the table.

"It's very similar to your style, come up and use your momentum to overwhelm your opponent and take the initiative in the conversation." Coulson whispered.

Garrett smiled, this young man is his proud disciple, the representative of the Young Zhuang faction within S.H.I.E.L.D., ranked as a seventh-level agent, after he discovered and cultivated, he became an expert-level killer, except for not being good at teamwork, he could hardly find other shortcomings.

Ward opened the file slowly, his sharp eyes staring at the young man opposite, his fingers moving, and he placed it on the first document, "Do you know him?" ”

Sean stopped tapping on the table, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and nodded, "Mr. James Wesley, he donated to Dr. Connors's lab, and everyone said he was a good guy in Hell's Kitchen. ”

Pushing the document away, Ward pulled out another copy and asked again, "What about him?" ”

"Wilson Fisk, I've seen his obituary on the news, and I've heard that he was attacked by a group of deranged terrorists."

The next process is a simple question and answer, and both sides speak in a calm and unwavering tone, similar to a routine inquiry in a police station.

One document after another is opened, and the characters on them are complex, including a gang leader who died in a vendetta, a real estate tycoon who was unfortunately killed, a military colonel who died in an accident, and so on. They all have some subtle connection to Sean more or less.

"You can't accuse me of having a plan to assassinate the president just because I walked around the White House."

The young man smiled calmly, and he retorted softly: "This Mr. Frank Damico, he is a big drug lord on the West Coast, and I am just a student who went on a graduation trip with a friend, and the two have nothing to do with each other; As for Wilson Fisk, I was in the school's lab all night that day, and Dr. Connors could testify......"

"You look more like unwarranted speculation or slander." Sean concluded.

He sat a little closer, and a mocking smile appeared on his face, "I thought S.H.I.E.L.D. should be an official department like the NSA (National Security Agency), and after a long time, it turns out that you are an agency under the New York Police Department, which is responsible for handling this kind of case." ”

Ward was unmoved, he was not angered by the other party's provocation, as a seventh-level agent, if he couldn't keep a calm mind at all times, he would have been on the death list a long time ago.

Although he wanted to punch that hateful face with one punch now, Ward still suppressed his inner urge to think about the trouble that followed.

"You think we can't find enough evidence? Do you think the powerful outside are going to take you out? Do you think this is a court where you can afford a barrister and you can get away with it? ”

Ward sneered, his eyes revealing a sharp edge, as if he wanted to tear through the true face under Sean's smiling face, "Even if you sit here for forty-two hours, no one can take you out of S.H.I.E.L.D., not even the federal government!" ”

"In four hours, you'll be taken out by a group of secret agents outside, and you'll be hooded, sent to some secret base, and then held there for a long time, maybe for years without anyone paying attention to you - Sean Zippers will disappear from the world, gradually forgotten, until he dies."

"You're not the kind of Tony Stark who has a solid backing, those guys who come together with you because of interests, they won't do their best to fight against S.H.I.E.L.D., the so-called 'allies' will think about the gains and losses first, and calculate the benefits."

There was no trace of emotion in Ward's tone, as if calmly recounting the facts that were about to come true, and in the gloomy room, the light of the lamp reflected the hard face of the young agent, and a powerful sense of oppression came over his face.

It's just that Sean's face remained unchanged, as if a turbulent undercurrent hit a hard reef, and the young agent's verbal threats did not play as expected. S.H.I.E.L.D. is a huge organization, but not everyone is afraid of it.

The young man sat down in the chair for a long time, shook the collar of his clothes, and said lightly: "Mr. Grant, let me tell you what will happen next." ”

His expression and tone were flat, his eyes were soft, there was no excitement or fear at all, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, as if this was not a S.H.I.E.L.D. interrogation, but a friendly meeting.

"Soon you'll get a call from the White House or the military, maybe both, and then your chief will come and knock on the door and call you outside, and then he'll give you a look of frustration and tell you that the bastard sitting in the room, behind him is a vice president, and an army general, and the former arms giant Stark Industries is his partner, a rising star in the medical and biotechnology industry, and Harry Osborne is a college classmate with him, and he himself almost won the National Medal of Science from the president...... In four hours, I'll be walking out of S.H.I.E.L.D., and even if all your charges are true, I'll still be able to walk out of this room unharmed and continue to enjoy the life of a rich man, occasionally appearing in the newspapers, and being called a great genius......"

"And you, Mr. Grant Ward, you can only watch this madman get away with it, even if you want to beat me into a mess now, but you don't dare to lift a finger of me, or you will have to spend the rest of your life in federal prison, no matter how much the commander hiding behind you thinks of you."

The gentle young face still maintained a friendly smile, but in the flat tone, there was an extremely arrogant arrogance, which seemed to not take anyone seriously.

He pointed to the one-way glass on the wall, and his mocking smile grew, "Do you know why I'm cooperating with you?" Because even if all this is true, even if I am a scoundrel who has committed countless crimes, can you send me to prison? ”

Sean caught a glimpse of the young agent's clenched fists, and leaned back in his chair in a comfortable position, his hands on his knees, looking relaxed and unresistant.

"I don't really want to talk right now, if you can, please bring me a cup of coffee, no sugar."

Ward, whose anger had reached its peak, was about to shake his fist when someone pulled open the door, and Coulson and his teacher Garrett stood in the shadows.

Catching Sean's playful smile, Ward pursed his lips, took the papers on the table, and turned to leave.

"Remember my coffee, Mr. Agent." The young man's voice came from behind him.