NYPD Headquarters, Interrogation Room.

Ronan sat in the interrogation room, boredly observing the situation around him.

Oh no, according to the police, it's not called an interrogation room, it's called an interrogation room.

Although the names are not very different, they are actually very different.

It's just that for Ronan, it doesn't matter if he changes his name, it's all the same to him anyway.

A short time later, a middle-aged man with blond hair walked in through the door.

He still has a cup of coffee in his hand.

He gently placed the coffee in front of Ronan and sat down across from him.

"Hello Ronan, I'm George Stacy."

"The chief of the New York Police Department is also Gwen's father."

George Stacy looked at the boy in front of him expressionlessly, and he clearly remembered that it was this boy who sent his daughter home last night.

And when he asked what his daughter was going to do, she just said that she was going to dinner with a friend.

Obviously, Ronan is this "friend".

"Hello Mr. Stacy, nice to meet you."

Ronan smiled, my friend's father, it's good to get to know each other.

Although it is not as good as his mother's friend, at least it can let him know a little bit of news in advance.

"Just call me George."

"Actually, I didn't come to ask you about you."

"Because this time it's not our New York Police Department that wants to ask, but another department that is more secretive."

George Stacy glanced at Ronan and gave him some useful information.

Although Ronan had been prepared for a long time, he still accepted such a kind reminder with a smile.

"The Mystical Division?"

"Does it have anything to do with what happened to me last night?"

Ronan didn't seem flustered.

Some people think that when they hear about the occult department, people should be a little more flustered.

However, Ronan's situation at this time was different.

In his setting, he belongs to a person who doesn't know anything, and even slept very comfortably last night.

Therefore, the first thing he has to show is a kind of doubt.

Why did the so-called occult department come to him.

Although he didn't know if anyone from S.H.I.E.L.D. was watching him right now, he was sure that there was definitely surveillance here.

Even if surveillance is placed in the inquiry room, it is an act that violates human rights.

But if you don't tell the person being asked, that's nothing.

Unless you can find this volume.

"You don't seem to be flustered at all?"

George Stacy was a little impressed with Ronan.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who came to a place like the police station did not panic at all.

It is indeed somewhat rare.

Even if you haven't done anything, you should have a little panic from the bottom of your heart.

"No, I was actually panicked."

"It's just that I thought about it in the police car, and this matter has nothing to do with me from beginning to end, I'll just tell the truth."

"So, it's useless to panic."

Ronan smiled, and instead said what he really thought in his heart.

It's like it has nothing to do with me.

Presumably, the other party can't get any polygraphs, right?

But even if they did, Ronan wouldn't let them arrange a polygraph, because it was a human rights concern.

In the United States, the word human rights is not a joke.

Knock knock.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

The door to the inquiry room was opened, and two men, a man and a woman, in suits, walked in through the door.

Phil Colson.

Melinda May.

Seeing these two familiar faces, Ronan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Sure enough, Nick Fury's boiled egg will definitely not let go of this kind of thing.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that he actually sent his most elite subordinate, Phil Coulson, at one time.

Wasn't he already dead at the time of the Great New York War?

Is it really good to appear in such a grandiose manner?

"Director Stacy, let's take over here."

"We'll take care of this case."

Phil Colson smiled at George Stacy and declared sovereignty directly.

Although they are pointed at and scolded by Wuchang every day, they still have a lot of power over these units.

George Stacey glanced at Phil Coulson and then at Ronan before getting up from his chair.

He stopped when he walked up to Phil Coulson.

"This is my daughter's boyfriend, and I hope you don't make any out-of-the-ordinary moves."

"Ronan, as soon as they ask something irlevant, you can call me, I'm outside."

George Stacey nodded to Ronan and walked out of the door.

Wait, hey!

Brother is not, uncle, you wait!

When did I become your daughter's boyfriend.

I'm innocent with your daughter, and we haven't even held hands.

You have become my father-in-law like this, haven't I suffered a loss?

No!

Ronan wanted to explain, but he didn't expect George Stacy to leave so quickly!

Now Ronan finally figured out why he always felt cold in his back when he left the door of Gwen Stacy's house that day.

Originally, he thought he had encountered some blind demon of hell.

But I didn't expect it to be from the eyes of the "old father-in-law".

This is so wrong to him!

Phil Colson and Melinda May glanced at each other, and both saw the word "not good" in each other's eyes.

The other party is the chief of the New York Police Department.

No matter how powerful S.H.I.E.L.D. is, it's just a hidden organization.

In addition, between various departments, the subordinates who obey are also different, and if something happens, they may not be able to carry out their work in the future.

So, they have to be careful, too.

"Alright young man, since Director Stacy is your girlfriend's father, let's have a good talk."

Phil Coulson and Melinda May sat opposite Ronan.

Ronan sighed.

When did he become someone else's son-in-law?

"Let's talk, what do you want to know?"

"If it was last night, then I can tell you that I don't know anything."

Ronan had a helpless look on his face.

It's like being asked this question countless times, and now I'm a little impatient to answer it.

When it comes to acting, Ronan is a professional!

"Are you sure you don't know anything?"

Phil Coulson asked again.

"Really, I slept at home last night, and I didn't even have a dream."

"If it weren't for my classmates showing me that video today, I wouldn't even know this happened."

Ronan looked at Phil Coulson and spread his hands, his face full of helplessness.

Spread your hands out.

"Haven't you followed the news yourself?"

Melinda Mae continued to ask.

"I woke up late this morning, and I even had breakfast while cycling to school."

"So I haven't paid attention to the news."

Ronan shook his head and entered a state of ignorance.

As long as he recognizes that he knows nothing, he knows nothing.

No one can change it.

"Then why is this happening to you?"

Melinda Mae asked rhetorically.

When she asked this, Ronan immediately looked at her with a very strange look.

That kind of strange look made Melinda Mei very uncomfortable.

She felt like the other person was looking at a fool.

"Why am I in this situation?"

"Why is this question coming out of your mouth, isn't it what should be asked of you?"

Ronan's classic yin and yang weirdness appeared.

His words blocked Melinda Mei from saying anything.

Because Ronan is right.

However, Ronan didn't give them a chance to fight back.

"As a mysterious department, since you came to me to ask about this matter, it means that you are in charge of these things."

"After all, you should catch the murderer and give me an explanation."

"Although I didn't make money to pay taxes, everything I bought was also taxed by the state."

"Anyway, it's half a taxpayer, right?"

"In that case, I, a taxpayer, have been played with like this, and instead of investigating the murderer, you have come to ask me why."

"Don't you think that's ridiculous?"

"I've been asked about it by my classmates today, and I don't even know how to answer."

"And I look at them like I'm looking at someone with a problem."

"Do you think I'm going to be comfortable?"

At this time, Ronan exploded directly like a firecracker that had suddenly been ignited.

He behaved like an adolescent high school student.

A high school student who was annoyed by his classmates about it, but he didn't know it.

This outburst of emotions was clearly expected by Phil Coulson.

"Calm down, Ronan, we know your emotions, so let's deal with this."

"Mei didn't mean to ask about it, if something is wrong, I apologize to you on her behalf."

Phil Coulson soothed Ronan, but there wasn't much of an expression on his face.

Obviously, this question is also in his calculations.

Even Ronan's reaction, they have already calculated.

Hearing Phil Colson say this, Ronan's anger was a little more subdued.

He sat in his chair, but the expression on his face was not as kind as before.

High school students who are in a bad mood.

Well, in this wave of performances, Ronan can give himself 9 points.

"Judging from the video, this incident also has something to do with Mr. Tony Stark, because he was the one who saved you at the time."

"And according to our investigation, you had an exchange with Mr. Tony Stark that afternoon."

"What did you communicate?"

Phil Colson finally got to the point.

Everything that precedes is foreshadowing, including deliberately provoking Ronan.

In order to make Ronan throw out the only remaining sanity.

Their purpose was to find out what Ronan had talked about with Tony Stark.

"Are you interrogating me?"

"Do I have to say it?"

What Phil Colson didn't expect was that Ronan actually asked such a rhetorical question.

"Amount"

"We're not interrogating, we're doing routine questioning."

"We don't force you to say anything, but for the sake of this case, we suggest you say it."

Phil Colson used the nonstick cook's words.

He didn't dare answer "yes", or Ronan would call a lawyer and they would have to get involved in a lawsuit.

It's easy to say that the lawsuits are all caused by the FBI anyway.

However, he was worried in case the court issued an injunction prohibiting them from approaching Ronan.

Then their idea of getting information from Ronan was directly shattered.

"Okay then, give me $100,000."

"No, 80,000 US dollars, I'll tell you."

Ronan held out his right hand.

？？？？？

At this time, Phil Coulson and Melinda May were full of question marks.

We're here to help you investigate the case, and you ask us for money, what's the point?

Obviously, they didn't expect that things would unfold in this direction.

"You don't have to look at that, because it's very reasonable for me to take your money."

"The conversation between us was bought from me by Mr. Tony Stark for 100,000 US dollars."

"Given that this news has been sold to one person, you are considered the second batch, so I only charge you 80,000 US dollars, which is very reasonable, right?"

Ronan glanced at the two of them, a smile on his lips.

He was like a little fox with a vengeance.

This slight expression was pinched to death by him.

"This."

Phil Coulson's expression was unusually strange.

He never thought that there was such a relationship in between.

But 80,000 US dollars, this money is nothing, and if you give it, you will give it.

But I always feel a little aggrieved.

They are doing things in S.H.I.E.L.D., when have they ever suffered such grievances!

However, just when he was struggling with the discomfort, what he didn't expect was that Ronan would change his mind again.

"Forget it, I don't want to sell it if you pay now."

Ronan's face changed in the blink of an eye.

"Why?"

"Don't you want money if you have it?"

Melinda Mei frowned, as if she couldn't understand the high school student in front of her.

She always felt as if something wasn't right.

As agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., when are they going to follow each other's rhythm?

"No, no."

"It's just that Mr. Tony Stark bought out the news with 100,000 US dollars at that time."

"Although I like money very much, I am a good citizen of America with a reputation and a bottom line."

"Since he bought out the news at that time, then I can't sell it to anyone else."

"If you want to know, ask Mr. Tony Stark."

Ronan shrugged his shoulders, looking like I couldn't help it.

And Phil Coulson opened his mouth wide, and his current mood was just two words.

Regret!

I regret it very much!

Why didn't you just say yes at the time?

Now, he's got another situation.

If we can get this out of Tony Stark's mouth, what else are we looking for from you?

80,000 US dollars!

You really have a bottom line!

Faced with Ronan's magnificent image, Phil Coulson didn't have anything to do with him.

He could only tell Ronan about the danger of this from another angle.

"Ronan, you need to know how dangerous this is."

"This is the first time he can kidnap you in your sleep without waking you up, then there will be a second time."

"The first time Mr. Tony Stark saved you, what about the second time?"

Phil Coulson can only know and reason, and move with emotion.

However, the expression on Ronan's face became even stranger.

"Then if I do, you can guarantee that I won't be attacked by him, right?"

"If we can, then we'll sign a contract, and if something happens to me, you'll be responsible."

"Is that okay?"

Ronan asked rhetorically.

This neat counterattack suddenly made the two people on the other side speechless.

Who would dare to give you such a promise!

If something really happens, what awaits them is not only to induce confessions, deceive citizens of private information, but even take responsibility for Ronan's life.

Who can guarantee this?

"What's more, if he can get close to me quietly, there must be a second time."

"If he had been determined to kill me, I would not have survived until now."

"I'm afraid I died last night."

Ronan sighed, as if he understood something.

Seeing him like this, Phil Colson couldn't help but frown.

"You seem to know the other person's identity?"

Phil Coulson asked.

"Of course, although I thought it was a legend at the time, it doesn't seem that simple now."

"I'm afraid that legend is true."

"If the legend is true, then I am tantamount to revealing their secret."

"If they tried to kill me, whoever it was, even if Mr. Tony Stark was there, he couldn't stop it."

"So, based on my guess, Mr. Tony Stark must have made some deal with the other party and saved my life."

"Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to see me right now."

Quietly, Ronan threw another hook again.

They?

Obviously, Phil Coulson was also directly attracted to the bait on this hook.

Looking at Ronan now, it seems that he knows something, but he doesn't say anything.

Phil Coulson feels like there are countless ants crawling on his body now!

Oops, it's so uncomfortable!

"Are you sure you won't tell us what's going on?"

Phil Colson took a deep breath.

However, the only answer to him was Ronan's shake of his head.

"I'm sorry, but the only thing I can tell you is one message."

"You can listen to it if you want to, and you don't want to hear it if you don't want to hear it."

In the end, Ronan finally got his ultimate ready.

"Tell me about it."

The eyes of the two men lit up immediately.

"My conversation with Mr. Tony Stark is about one thing."

"He wanted to find the legendary mage, and I happened to know one thing about the mage."

"As for what this thing is."

"There's only one thing I can tell you."

Ronan looked at the two people who were listening intently, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I gave Mr. Tony Stark an honorific name."

"With that honorable name, you can summon a very powerful mage."

"As for who he is, what is his honorable name."

"I don't know about the former, and the latter is confidential, so I can't tell you."

"If you want to know more, you might as well ask Mr. Tony Stark."

"Presumably he might share more information with you."

"Huh?"

Take the bait.

Little fish.

(End of chapter)