"Ahh Ahh ”

Finally feeling the belated pain, the already false firmness on Sitwell's face collapsed in an instant, and he rolled to the ground instead clutching his wounds. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zorro was very "kind" enough to throw on a towel.

"Now we can move on to the next topic." He said.

Sitwell immediately took the towel and covered the wound, and then tremblingly took out some kind of spray-type potion from the drawer of his desk, presumably for pain relief, and immediately sprayed himself. The whole process, Zorro did not stop. After this, Sitwell wiped the cold sweat that flowed from his forehead, and looked at Zorro hatefully: "What do you want!" Declare in advance, this is the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I don't care how you get in when you grab the combat uniform of the special operations team, and no matter what you have to do, it won't be easy for you to get out. ”

"Wow, you're tougher than I thought!" With that, Zorro untied a submachine gun from his belt, aimed it at Sitwell's head, and made several motions to shoot. "And now? Do you have any thoughts about a different mindset or demeanor? ”

Sure enough, as Zorro thought, Sitwell was immediately "soft".

“OK，OK！” Sitwell clutched his towel-wrapped left palm, looking really afraid of Zorro giving him another blow. Whether it was a sword or a bullet, he didn't want it anymore. "Just tell me what you want!"

"Speaking of which, what I want is simple...... First of all, the first one! ”

Have all the firsts, is it still very simple?

Sitwell wanted to send an alarm to the people outside, but he also knew that the person in front of him was different from the American team. The other party's endless means are already powerless. Especially thinking of a video kept by Cybertech that I saw before, in which Zorro slowly but without hesitation stabbed through Garrett's body with a knife amid Garrett's screams, this cold and almost tortured method made Sitwell shudder.

Forget it, let's see what he wants, if it's not too strict, it's done.

Sitwell thought so, and Zo listened to Rowe say his first request.

"I want a list of your people."

Yes?

Sitwell found himself a little out of the other party's train of thought: "What do you want to do?" Kill S.H.I.E.L.D. agents? ”

"Huh."

Zorro seems to be enjoying his role as a villain. He put away his submachine gun, came to Sitwell's side, and took back the sword stuck in the wall—it was really a prop sword—while patting the other man on the shoulder a few times: "Young man, you're not good." You know I'm not talking about S.H.I.E.L.D. guys. ”

As the silver light flashed, Sitwell felt a chill on his scalp, and then saw a few strands of debris fall.

Subconsciously reaching out with his right hand and touching it, he found that a thin piece of his scalp had been scraped off somewhere.

"Ahh

"Ahh Zorro seemed a little impatient. He put his sword on the opponent's neck with his backhand, and at the same time leaned into the opponent's ear, and whispered: "Do you believe it or not, I can make twenty-four openings in your neck and completely avoid your major arteries?" Do you want to try this feeling? The feeling of bleeding all the time, always in severe pain, but never dying. ”

"Good, good, I'll write, I'll write!" Sitwell hurriedly shouted.

Zorro withdrew his sword, retreated Sitwell to his desk, and used the tip of his sword to bring him paper and pen, in a very light manner.

This scared Sitwell even more.

"But...... You want me to write down the name of the person in that organization behind me? ”

Zorro rolled his eyes: "Otherwise? You can't write about your friends at the Friday striptease party. Hydra, hurry! ”

"Uh, okay. But you have to know that this list is not short, and it will not be enough to write it in a while. ”

"Let's start with the writing in this building. The ranks are from high to low, and by the way, the number of how many Hydra members are in each unit of each formation is also sorted out. ”

"Okay, okay, yes, no problem. But can you remove the sword first......"

The next half hour or so was spent in Sitwell's writing and sketching. After all, it is an organization that has been lurking within S.H.I.E.L.D. for decades, and Hydra has its own channels of contact and records, which are certainly not written or electronic anyway. So half an hour is already fast. However, despite understanding this, Zorro still felt a little bored, so he requisitioned Sitwell's computer, unplugged the network cable, opened a virtual machine, and after using the secrecy method, began to continue to study the information in the "hard drive" stolen from the Reaper.

Through the same looted flying machine before, Zorro has found a way to extract the information. Although it is very limited, it can barely be used. Then he realized that some of the information about the earth in it was just a backup, or the original document. A copy has already been sent to the Kryptonians. This means that the Kryptonians already know everything about Earth - at least superficially, such as the existence of the Avengers. To be honest, none of this has much to do with Zorro. Although he was mentioned above, it was the same person, and even a few months ago, the description of him was relatively one-sided, let alone now. Then, he didn't plan to go head-to-head with the Kryptonians, so there was nothing to worry about.

What he cares about is that in addition to the materials on Earth, the "hard disk" also contains the Kryptonian and Reaper's own text encoding system, as well as the corresponding translation of the Earth's script. That's why the Reaper is able to harvest the Earth's data and use it right of the time. Let's put it this way, there's a lot more that can be made out of that coding system with a little time than the words themselves. Words can reflect a race's customs, social formation, history, and other aspects, and can even be used to deduce the general situation of their technology tree (the technology tree is just a technology tree, not the technology itself). Of course, none of this will be easy. Maybe you won't get much out of it for a few years.

At this time, Sitwell "handed in his homework".

"Operational department, 37; electronic information department, 29; Scientific Research Department, 44 ...... "Saw the paper handed in by Sitwell from beginning to end, and without much care, Zorro laughed. "Hehe, Sitwell, you're killing yourself."

Sitwell was startled, but forced a calm smile: "I, I don't understand what you mean. ”

"You confessed those little minions, but you hid the names of those big fish, not to die!" Zorro crumpled the paper, went to the window, and threw it directly from dozens of floors.

"You ......," Sitwell's cold sweat began to roll out again. If this piece of paper is found......

"Don't worry, didn't you write the names of those people!" Zorro saw the other party's worry and sneered, "Now I have changed my mind." First, you write a confession that says you're a member of Hydra, what Hydra has done in the name of S.H.I.E.L.D. over the past few decades, and so on. ”

This time, Sitville was exhausted. He stiffened his neck and glared at Zorro: "If you want me to write this kind of thing, you might as well just let me die!" ”

Zorro glanced at him, "If you really have the courage to die, I don't have to waste my time here." In this way, after the matter is over, I will get you a new identity and give you 30 million. When the time comes, you can get rid of the crazy hydra and live carefree...... Don't tell me you joined Hydra because of your faith, that will only make you more miserable than Les Miserables. ”