As soon as the two entered the lab, an agent trotted over, saluted Fury, and reported, "Report to the Director, our prisoner is under surveillance. ”

He pointed his finger at the swirling hourglass, and it was immediately apparent that it contained what he had said was the prisoner.

Fury turned his head and said to White Night, "Mr. Flint Marr is here, but I have to warn you beforehand that his temper is not very approachable. ”

"If you want to be like some heroes and want to influence him, then I advise you to give up. The water cannon was the only language he could understand most of the time. ”

As if to confirm what he had said, the quicksand in the hourglass condensed into an angry face, as if it was about to yell at the people in front of him, but the rustling sound was soon overshadowed by the rumbling of the machine.

Then, as the voice subsided, the face was distorted by the swirling hourglass, and the pain in it was evident when it resurfaced after a few seconds.

"Ah, trust me." White Night looked at the running machine and smiled, this kind of thing he was all too familiar with, "I have the means to make him obedient. ”

"Of course." Fury nodded.

At this moment, a scientist in a white lab coat walked over, he had a pair of intelligent eyes, and was clearly an expert in this laboratory.

He nods to Director Fury and White Night, and then begins to explain their measures to manage the clump of sand.

"This mass of sand is a prisoner captured in that special operation today, known as the 'Sand Man'. His body is made of a special type of sand, with anomalous morphological plasticity and self-healing abilities. To make sure he couldn't escape, we designed this rotating hourglass monitoring system. ”

Pointing to the rotating hourglass, the scientist continued to explain: "This hourglass is equipped with a high-intensity electromagnetic field that can restrict the movement of the sandman. At the same time, the repeated rotation will be effective in preventing it from reconverging, and the surveillance cameras will closely track the sandman's form to ensure that he does not attempt to break through. ”

"In addition, this laboratory has been upgraded and improved several times to ensure the safety and control of the sandman."

His words also drew attention to the peculiar décor of the laboratory.

The walls are covered with high-tech equipment, and various surveillance screens display complex data and images. The hourglass in the center of the room is the obvious focal point, its golden border shimmering faintly in the light.

And Bai Ye observed this unique monitoring system, nodded and expressed satisfaction with the scientist's explanation. This design is indeed very meticulous and discreet, taking into account the special abilities of the sandman.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but wonder: "If I hadn't come here, what did you plan to do with the sandman and keep him here?" ”

The scientist glanced at White Night, shrugged, didn't seem to care too much, and replied lightly, "Oh, he would have been under some special surveillance and experiments here." We'll put him through a bit of a bit of pain and see how good he is at self-healing. ”

"Then, we'll hand him over to a super prison on the ground, where there will be more resources to manage him. After all, it costs a lot of money to drive this machine every day. ”

"Okay."

Bai Ye couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, no wonder the sinister six could smash the prison that locked them up every once in a while and sneak out to continue to do bad things, most of the prisons on the ground did not have the ability to perfectly hold these superpowered criminals.

But this has nothing to do with the current self, how can New York City be considered a real New York City without supervillains.

He instead said, "Let me talk to him, I need to confirm a few things before I take him away." ”

When the scientist heard this, he immediately turned his head to look at Fury, and after receiving the latter's affirmative nod, he said to Bai Ye, "Of course, if this is the director's order." ”

After saying that, he picked up the control board without any delay and pressed a series of buttons. Under his control, the roof began to hum, and then slowly descended a large glass room. This glass house looks sturdy and transparent, fully capable of holding an entire hourglass.

When the glass house was completely lowered to the ground, several agents sprang into action. They carefully shut down the hourglass briefly, then moved it into the glass room and put it down before stepping out.

The moment they left the glass room, the hourglass snapped open the lid, and the quicksand grains rushed out, quickly condensing into the shape of a human being. The man was dressed in a green striped T-shirt, and he looked ordinary on the outside, but his eyes flashed with anger.

His skin looked somewhat dull, as if it were made of fine sand, and there was a constant flow of golden veins on his body, like a river. His eyes flashed with intense anger, and his hands were also made of quicksand, and his nails were as sharp as knives.

"Let me out of this cell, if you don't let me out. When I go out, I'll have your good fruit to eat! ”

The sandman struggled and roared, trying to smash the glass house with his fist, but the surface of the glass room was as solid as a solid crystal, undamaged. His fist slammed into the glass, but it did nothing, leaving only a faint mark on the glass.

The agents outside watched calmly, they were used to the scene.

"I now believe what you just said, 'The only language the sandman can understand is the water gun.'" White Night ignored the sandmen who were scurrying around in the glass room, condensing into various forms and trying to break out, and said to Fury instead.

"Oh?" The latter, on the other hand, looked at it with one eye very cooperatively, waiting for the next sentence.

"He looks like a low-IQ version of the Lamp Elf right now." Bai Ye shook his head, strode to the front of the glass room, looked at the sandman in the room with deep eyes, and said:

"Flint Marr or William Baker, I don't care what your name is, for your own sake, you'd better stop and listen to me quietly, I'm here to make a deal with you."

"This business includes millions, if not tens of millions of dollars, and your right to personal liberty." He continued, saying that the mention of the reward had caused a trace of doubt and excitement in the sandman's heart.

The sandman stopped struggling, and although most of his body was still made of quicksand, he condensed his head and stared at the white night tightly, and asked:

"Talking about a deal?"

The Sandman's voice seems to be made of sand and stones, somewhat magnetic, but full of doubts.

(End of chapter)