During the war, the streets of New York were much quieter than usual, although the war did not directly affect the city, shopping and consumption decreased, New York Harbor, which absorbed a quarter of the American trade, took on the heavy responsibility of transporting soldiers, and the bustling Broadway, Times Square and Fifth Avenue lost their magic for a while, and people no longer cared about the things that were exciting in the past, but paid attention to any news related to the war. ~∞,±.23 "x.c+om If you see a crowd of people gathering on the street or in the square, then there is a good chance that politicians or military men are making enthusiastic speeches, and under the ubiquitous public opinion, men are inspired by fanatical affection, and they line up in front of one recruitment station after another, and women also begin to prepare to see off their fathers, sons or brothers.

At this time, Eric was sitting in a heavily guarded military vehicle passing in front of the crowded square, presumably because he had let Nick go. Fury's relationship, the annoyed soldiers grabbed him, wearing cold handcuffs on his wrists, and shackles on his ankles, and two sturdy soldiers next to him held their guns, one left and one right, sandwiching him in the middle, and the slightest movement would attract their vigilance. In the front seat of the car, in the passenger seat sat a beautiful female officer, who would look back from time to time and give him a very threatening warning with her big beautiful eyes.

The military base was located on the coast of Manhattan, passing through Brooklyn, and it was already dark when they crossed the bridge. Joseph. Admiral Kim's call, the usual drunken and bustling downtown has also entered a state of semi-light control, citizens extinguish the excess light source, dim the lights in the room, so every night New York will become like a ghost town, the streets can be faintly seen crowds surging, but when passing by, you can't see the expression clearly. In such an atmosphere, fewer people go out for a walk at night, and only those who return late rush home while the moon is still shining.

The headlights shine on the road. Driving quietly in the dark, the car gradually became darker and darker, and Eric could only see some light through magnetic field vision.

Fortunately, there is always an end to the long road, and when the car turns an untold number of detours and enters a base, it finally stops in front of a small building.

The soldiers rudely drove the guest out of the car, shoved him into an interrogation room, and then closed the thick iron door.

Now Eric can take a breather, the cars of the forties are of very poor quality, and the cabins are filled with an unpleasant smell of gasoline, for a passenger from the future. This horrific experience is truly torturous. If he had a choice, he would rather take the tram or even walk there.

The cell was empty, with only a central table and two chairs on opposite sides, one of which was sitting on Eric, and the edges and corners of the tables and chairs were shaven off, presumably to prevent the prisoner from harming himself.

The arrangement would have looked quite professional, if it weren't for the presence of the female officer. Eric will most likely use this as a prison.

The host's attitude is not thoughtful, and the guests can only close their eyes and recuperate.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and the female officer walked in. Sitting down across the table, the two men looked at each other for a while.

It was a young woman in her twenties, with thick gold hair and fair skin. The slightly thick lips are even more bright red. From her appearance, it can be seen that she is the kind of woman with a strong and persistent personality, although she is coiled behind her hat. But from the slightly curled waves, you can feel the indomitable vitality, the eyelashes are very long, the eyebrows are also very neat, as sharp as a long sword blade, and the dignified appearance reveals a resolute and resolute look, which is not at all gentle and weak like ordinary women.

And the female officer probably has a similar opinion about Eric, whose mutant blood and pre-reincarnation nature give him a temperament that is different from ordinary people, and others can tell him at a glance even in the middle of a busy crowd. The head and eyebrows are dark gold, the eyes are a cold gray-blue, and although the corners of the mouth are curved, the face looks like it is carved out of marble, and the same toughness and stubbornness are written on it.

"I'm talking to you this time, you can call me Miss C." After scrutinizing it for a while, the female officer sat down.

"Name, Occupation, Nationality." The female officer routinely pronounced a string of nouns.

"Eric. Lee, stateless. Eric said with a smile. As for the profession, does a level hero count? ”

The female officer, who was writing the record, looked up and looked at him expressionlessly.

"I'm not kidding you." She said coldly, there is no concept of a level hero in this era.

"Okay, Ms. C." Eric shrugged his shoulders. "Then you can think of me as a Ming family in exile in the United States, who has lost my previous identity and is now living with a new friend, trying to find a way to obtain legal status."

"The Ming family in exile?" The female officer read the word and pushed the notebook aside. "Do you think I'm going to believe that? Could it be a coincidence that a foreigner without any identification appeared on the streets of New York and was involved with a key criminal pursued by the military? Shouldn't I think of it this way: you have some ulterior mission, so you don't have any identity record; Because your mission is related to the escaped prisoner, you pretend to have met that person on purpose; Your landlord isn't a new friend, he's a co-party who works with you – what do you think, I guess? ”

"Reasonable, but clumsy." Eric nodded in affirmation of her thoughts, but then shook his head, as if lamenting the impoverishment of the interrogator's imagination.

"Then please tell me the truth." The female officer raised her eyebrows and asked quietly.

In fact, from before entering the interrogation room, she had been estimating Eric's identity, constructing a plausible origin in her mind, from her behavior and habits to her dress, but she was never very successful.

Judging from his bearing, he seems to have seen the world, unlike ordinary people who are accustomed to being cramped after arriving in an unfamiliar environment, and he is not nervous because of restricted movements, and he is always calm.

As for the clothing, there are basically no features, the shirts and pants are all handmade, and there is no trademark to refer to. The clothes are of good quality and the styles are trendy – but from a design point of view, every trend is always repeated in innovation, so in this respect the forties are not much different from the seventies later.

For these reasons, it seems impossible to say that he was an exile.

But female officers won't let it go so easily.

"According to the wartime decree, if you confess to it, you can get a pardon, and the U.S. government will appropriately reduce the punishment according to your actions, so that the war is over for you, and you no longer have to risk your life. I think you can think about it. ”

"Are you trying to get a confession, ma'am?" Eric's eyes narrowed. "I think you might consider switching careers to become an actor rather than a secret agent – it's said that some women are particularly prone to success in their acting careers due to their early experiences. I'm sure you have that talent. ”

The female officer's eyebrows raised again, she stood up, looked at him condescendingly with her waist crossed, and then took out a thin rope.

"It's really hard to get people to tell the truth now, can't you just drink tea and be politely interrogated?" She grumbled, and walked up behind Eric and tied him to his thumb behind his back, leaving him in a very sad state.

Fortunately, Erick didn't care about this kind of Cheng dù pain at all, he had experienced much stronger than this.

"From a psychological point of view, sudden changes in means during negotiations are often used to hide inner weakness, like this one." The interrogator remained smiling.

"There are two people in the room, and the weak one is not me." The interrogator said, bowing her head to sort through the records, now she had reason to think that time was on her side, so she could maintain a relaxed attitude while continuing to apply pressure.

"You can think about your situation, you have no legal status, no relatives, no friends, I can sign a document and you will be sent to Ricks Island Prison until 2ooo years."

"I'm sure you can do that, it's a God-given privilege to the Golden Woman." Eric quietly sarcastically mocked the other party, and he managed to see the female officer's eyebrows jump for the third time.

There is always a prejudice in the world that golden women mean stupidity, and that a pleasing vase is what they do best, and the female officer is a highly enterprising person, and she has always wanted to get rid of this, and now she is poked in the sore spot by Eric, and her eyebrows immediately stand up.

"Thanks for the reminder, but I've identified you." The female officer put down her pen and looked directly at the man opposite. "In the conversation just now, you have been referring to me as mrs. instead of ms., and you have always used persons instead of peop1e when referring to the plural of people, who would have such a language habit? Only Germans. Now that I have reason to believe that you are a spy from Germany, how will you convince me not to send you to court? She slammed the table as she spoke, and the notebook and pen on the table jumped violently.

This is a language habit derived from the Magneto bloodline, although Eric knows it, but has not changed it, and now it is revealed by a female officer, but a quarter of New York's population is German, so he can still find a reason.

The interrogation lasted more than an hour, and the two men kept going on and on, until a colonel of the 6th Army walked in.

"Carter, come out." The Colonel said this, and then locked Eric alone in the interrogation room. (To be continued!)

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