In the Sanqu Wing Building, the atmosphere in the interrogation room was very tense, and S.H.I.E.L.D. boss Nick Fury personally stepped in to interrogate the suspect brought back by his right arm, Agent Phil Coulson: a yellow-skinned, black-eyed, typical Oriental face, looking less than twenty years old, and a milky little hairy child.

He sat in his chair, expressionless, pretending to be calm, but the slightly trembling legs under the table betrayed him, and of course, he was still a little bit stronger than those who were stunned or screamed hysterically as soon as they were caught.

Through the one-way transparent glass of the interrogation room, Nick Fury really saw him clean with just one glance.

"Are you serious?" He asked Agent Phil Coulson, who was beside him.

Coulson nodded, and said in his usual calm tone: "I know, it's like opening a Christmas present, even if it's the same box, there are always different surprises inside." ”

"We're past that age." Fury replied, then pointed to it and said confidently: "This kid does have secrets, but not the kind of secrets that endanger the security of the world. It's quite possible that he's a stowaway, and he's afraid we're going to send him back, does he have identification, a green card or something? ”

"No, we don't have any entry and exit records about him, and his activity records date back to a month ago, and before that, they were all blank, as if there was no such person. We initially thought he was a spy for foreign powers......"

With a snort, Nick Fury couldn't help laughing: "A spy, without any identification, the face of an Oriental, a similar act, he can't even pass the interrogation of the street police, and in less than a week, he will be arrested, and then deported as illegal entry." ”

"Uh......" Coulson's face was slightly embarrassed, and he reminded, "You may have overestimated my police officer in the United States, it's been a month now, and he's still alive and well on this land, unlike every organization that is as accurate and efficient as we are, of course, they do have something to be good at." ”

Fury gave him a look, he didn't want to discuss these things with Coulson.

"Now that you've been caught, let's ask. I hope you don't end up doing what U.S. Customs and Border Protection did again, you know, we didn't do that, it's not enough for gas. ”

Coulson pushed the door in, holding the latest information in his hand, which immediately attracted the attention of the other side, the Oriental man raised his head, under the messy hair, there were dark circles under his eyes, he looked very tired, but he still boured up his spirits to deal with the 'great enemy' in front of him.

Coulson sensed his hostility, but it didn't matter, because what he did best was defuse it, by his words and actions, and of course, most of all, by his loyal smile.

"Don't be nervous, oh yes, can you understand English?" Coulson sat down across from him, like an old friend he hadn't seen in years.

The Oriental stared at him, and after a long time, he nodded slowly.

"That's great." Coulson put on his trademark smile, "First of all, let's be clear, we're not from the FBI or the Border Agency, so we're not going to catch you and send you back, that's not our job...... Of course, you don't seem to be afraid of this. ”

Coulson observed his words, and when he said this, he glanced at the wall next to him, intentionally or unintentionally, Fury stood behind the glass and smiled contemptuously, but he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and the old horse had lost his head.

"I'm sorry to bring you here in this way, you looked excited and nervous when we found you, so we used some control, are you hurt?"

The other side shook his head.

Coulson breathed a sigh of relief, and then taught in the teacher's tone: "In the United States, when someone tells you not to move, if he has a weapon in his hand, you better do it, especially not to put your hand into the clothes on your chest, it is really dangerous, and this time fortunately there are no casualties." ”

The opposite face is expressionless.

Coulson then explained him, "You don't have to be nervous, we just have some questions for you, and when we're done, you can go back." ”

Finally, there was movement on the other side, he moved his throat, and then asked in English with a thick Chinese accent, "Go back, where do you go back?" ”

Coulson was glad that he finally spoke, and without thinking twice, replied, "Go back to where we caught you." ”

The other side didn't see how happy he was, so he paused and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"We're ......" Coulson reacted, "No, no, no, it's not like this, we should ask you, and you answer our questions." Who you are, what your name is, and where are you from. ”

Ignoring the other side, he asked again, "Who are you?" ”

"My name is Phil Coulson, and it says on my work card."

"You can call me Don."

Coulson understood, "So you like the tune. So I'm from Brooklyn, New York, where are you from? ”

Don didn't answer, and he didn't know how to answer the question, because he didn't even know where he came from. A month ago, he came to this strange country in a daze, no, this strange world, everything seems to be in a dream, but it is so clear, everything is so strange, and there are so many familiar things, this kind of truth is difficult to distinguish, plausible feeling, so that he is also a little confused, where is he from, in short, not this world.

"You haven't answered my question yet, who are you, and what are you going to do if you arrest me?" He asked rhetorically.

"Does it matter?" ”

"Of course it's very important, I can't be confused and accept the interrogation of an unknown force outside the country, who knows what kind of conspiracy you have and what kind of secrets you want to dig from me."

"So you do have secrets."

Don doesn't speak again, always be vigilant!

Coulson touched his bald head, thought about it for a while, and then said: "We are agents of the Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, and our responsibility is to protect the peace and security of this world. As he spoke, he took off his ID and put it on the table to show him.

Don took the ID and played with it in his hand.

"We're good people." Coulson emphasized.

Coulson wanted to have another relationship with him, but then Fury's voice came from the communication headset: "Don't talk nonsense with him anymore, hurry up and get down to business." ”

He had no choice but to give up this plan, picked up the information in his hand, glanced at him again, and said, "Can you tell me how you got to the United States?" We didn't find your entry and exit records, and we finally found out that you were in contact with a local gang and wanted to smuggle back to Southeast Asia, which was a dangerous and long trip, did you come here like this? How did you do that in just one month, you've been in Wilmington, Seattle, and Houston, which are located on the east and west coasts of the Americas, thousands of miles away from each other, and we can't find any of your travel records? Or do you have a super plane capable of stealth? That being the case, why not fly straight back to Southeast Asia, oh no, back to your final destination. ”

"What are you talking about, I don't know anything." Tang lowered his head and said in a muffled voice.

Coulson smiled and said, "How can you not know what you have done yourself." To remind you of this is to tell you that in this world, as long as we want to know, there is nothing we don't know, and there is no point in concealing it, it will just delay you and me......"

"You know everything?" Don interrupted him abruptly and asked with a sneer.

Coulson was stunned for a moment, and he didn't dare to say it so absolutely: "At least most of them." ”

"Well, tell me why I left my warm and comfortable home and came to this hellish place, why is this world flying in the sky and running on the ground like a mountain? Is this a dream that will never wake up, or is it a damn god's goddamn prank to avenge my first twenty years of life of eating and waiting for death to be unmotivated? ”

"Now I'm asking you." Coulson had to be reminded again.

"Now I'm asking you! Don't you know everything? Answer me these questions, and I'll tell you everything! Don roared hysterically with his eyes in the eye, and the table slammed, finally triggering the alarm, and two big men rushed in to forcibly restrain him.

Coulson stopped them, and Don was only out of control for a while, and soon calmed down again, incompetent rage is useless, reality is reality, he has long understood.

Coulson began to feel that the director's prediction was correct, that he was just a child, a child who was left alone in a foreign land.

"I know, you must have encountered a problem that you can't solve, is there anything I can help you with?"

Tang raised his head, his two scarlet eyes glowed with anticipation, and he said excitedly, "I want to see the ambassador of the great power in the east." ”

"Do you recognize him?" Coulson asked warily.

"Nope." Tang shook his head, "But we were told that if we encounter any problems abroad, we can ask the local embassy or consulate for help in time." ”

"I can help you." Coulson promised, "But first, I need you to be honest with all my questions. ”

"I can answer your questions, but only after contacting the embassy."

"Do you want to turn this matter into a diplomatic issue? Who the hell are you, spy? You must know that your identity will not be recognized by any country. ”

Tang shook his head again: "You overestimate me, I'm just an ordinary citizen without an ID card, and I want to know if someone like me can go home." ”

"As I said, as long as you cooperate with us, it will be easy to go home, and I can even send you to the flight back to China by hand." Coulson persuaded bitterly.

Don stared into his eyes, and saw frankness and sincerity in them, which was indeed rarely seen in the eyes of people of his type, and the people he saw after coming here were fierce in their eyes, especially no one in their eyes.

"You seem trustworthy, but I still can't trust you."

"Why?"

"We can't believe the rhetoric of the US imperialists, and we can't have any illusions about you."

Coulson slumped limply in his chair, what was this.