A Certain Marvel Super Player

and……

At this time, the person who walked in to interrogate Locke was not Walter Burke, but Alexander Conklin in front of him, which meant one thing.

Mr. Anonymous has also exerted his strength.

Locke focused on one point, that is, he was imprisoned as soon as he arrived at the secret base. He had a witness. He ignored the various professional lie detectors that were on him at this moment, and said, On the other side, he stared at the surveillance camera over there from the corner of his eye.

In the observation room.

Walter Burke had an ugly face. He looked at Locke, who showed no flaws on the professional polygraph instrument, and said to the director next to him: "Director, Locke Broughton is a professionally trained agent. He knows how to do this." Deceiving a lie detector.”

Moreover, this shit belongs to his church.

Anonymous laughed from the side: "Mr. Burke has been saying from the beginning to now that my people lied. As for Agent Meester, her testimony is not very different from Locke's."

Walter Burke sneered: "Isn't this simple? Metz is threatened."

Anonymous is happy...

"threaten?"

Anonymous spread his hands and looked at the director: "Please, director, you also know that the interrogators are all Mr. Burke's people. Even if Locke is threatening Metz, I think by this time, Metz has been liberated." .”

As the new generation of CIA mascot, the director looked at the anonymous person thoughtfully: "That makes sense."

Walter Burke was stunned.

The next second.

Walter Burke seemed to have thought of something: "Director, Mr. Anonymous, don't they need evidence? I have it."

Anonymous looked at Walter Burke and said nothing.

The director also looked at Walter Burke.

"What evidence?"

"Payment to the Peerless Assassin."

"ha."

Mr. Anonymous laughed directly: "Director, my agent just said that he was kidnapped by the Wushuang Assassin, and then he also financed the business invitation between the Wushuang Assassin and MI6, so this time, Locke said Only if money buys life, the unparalleled assassin will agree."

There was a pause.

Mr. Anonymous looked at Walter Burke: "By the way, Marissa is your lover. Agent Meester's life cost Locke five million. Maybe you can reimburse him for this money."

Walter Burke sneered: "That's not what I'm talking about, but the sponsor who announced the assassination of Marisa. We found out that the sponsor's source of funds was the Broughton family trust funds of Nauru Overseas Bank. "

When the director heard this, he looked at Walter Burke and nodded: "That makes sense, Alexander, ask about this."

Alexander, who was in the interrogation room, coughed as he listened to the voice in the headset.

Locke, who was sitting opposite, was equipped with various sophisticated polygraph equipment. He looked calm and drank the coffee in his hand.

"Locke."

"Um?"

Alexander Conklin coughed, and then handed a printed document from the information in front of Locke, and said: "Then, can you explain why, for the tasks released on the black market, the funds The source has been traced, where did you go with the family trust funds in Agate Overseas Bank?"

Locke raised his eyebrows, looked at Alexander Conklin, smiled without any hesitation, and said: "I am only nineteen years old this year."

"so what?"

"Mr. Conklin, I must admit that this is indeed my Broughton family trust fund."

"Um?"

"However, I do not have any management rights or control over this family trust fund."

"..."

Locke grabbed the so-called evidence in front of him, smiled, slapped the evidence back on the table, and looked at Alexander Conklin opposite: "I said, I am only nineteen years old now, and according to the regulations of family trust funds , I need to wait until I am twenty-one before I can take over. Otherwise, before that, I have no rights and can only enjoy the annual dividends from the family fund. If you don’t believe it, go check the fund filing and you will know. , is it true?"

No need to wait at all.

Almost as soon as Locke finished these words, over there, under the proceeds of the Chief Mascot, the record of the Broughton Family Fund had been found.

obviously.

In this filing, it is clearly stated, exactly as Locke said.

Locke said this, and then looked at Alexander Conklin: "So, it was this family fund that paid for it, but I have nothing to do with Locke Broughton. Maybe it was some other survivor of the Broughton family, Marissa. Wigler was able to kidnap me, but who knows if she had kidnapped other Broughtons before she did it again. Maybe other Broughtons did this. This is none of my business, but if you ask me, if you are happy or not, of course , it’s very satisfying, I’m quite grateful to this person, if it weren’t for him, I would probably disappear without making any sound.”

Alexander Conklin did not speak, but looked at the surveillance camera.

after all……

From the beginning to now, everything Locke said can be corroborated with the words of Agent Meester next door.

Except for the matter of family trust.

but……

Even if they say it is false, there is no evidence. Moreover, when Locke said this, he said it with a lie detector. From a certain perspective, they could not even prove that Locke was lying.

The most important thing.

Locke is not some little agent with no background.

Walter Burke wanted to put all the blame on Locke, but Anonymous would not let Walter Burke succeed like this. Therefore, the one who came here to interrogate was Alexander Conklin, who was in charge of Asian affairs, not Anonymous, and so on. Or Walter Burke.

For Alexander Conklin.

Put it this way.

He also has his own troubles. At the moment, he is not interested in choosing between Anonymous or Walter Burke. Therefore, when he sees that there is nothing to say or ask, he directly gives the choice to the superiors. .

In the observation room.

Mr. Anonymous withdrew his gaze from the family trust fund that had been queried, looked at Walter Burke, gave an expression that you can see for yourself, and then looked at the Director: "Director, my man escaped death. , and I haven’t investigated why Marissa Wigler imprisoned my men.”

The mascot director shook his head and said: "She is already dead. How can we pursue it? Okay, that's it."

Walter Burke was slightly startled and looked at the director: "Wait, director, things haven't been adjusted yet..."

The Chief Mascot looked at the time on his watch. It was almost time for him and the President to play golf. He looked directly at Walter Burke: "In addition to what you said before, which is a conjecture without any evidence, you also have Is there any other evidence to support what you said?"

Walter Burke opened his mouth: "Director, isn't this very..."

The mascot director waved his hand: "Do you know what I saw? What I saw was a picture of a person who had gone through three polygraph tests, each time more rigorous than the last, and there were no problems in each polygraph test. For the sake of God, If I go through such a polygraph test, I won’t have any secrets to tell you, not even the president, so what else do you want to say?”

Walter Burke said in a deep voice: "S.H.I.E.L.D. has had such a thing before."

The mascot director looked at Walter Burke curiously.

The latter glanced at Mr. Anonymous, then looked at the Mascot Director and said: "At that time, the former S.H.I.E.L.D. director, Nick Fury, was investigating the matter of the Unparalleled Assassin, and found out that the Unparalleled Assassin was closely related to Locke. Inextricably linked, just when SHIELD wanted to investigate Locke, agents Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, and Melinda May were intercepted and killed by the Peerless Assassins. Doesn't this prove that , the relationship between Locke Broughton and the Peerless Assassin?”

There was a pause.

Walter Burke looked at the mascot director: "Or... Rock Broughton, the unparalleled assassin!"

The mascot director's heart moved.

Mr. Anonymous frowned and said: "Director, this is another imagination of Mr. Burke. For God's sake, the Peerless Assassin and Locke have appeared on the same screen more than once."

"But no one can clearly see what the Wushuang Assassin looks like, right?"

"..."

The mascot director looked at Locke under surveillance and couldn't help but stroke his chin.

Seeing this, Walter Burke spoke out: "Director, let me interrogate Locke Broughton. I guarantee that he will tell the truth. Ordinary lie detectors are of no use to him. He has been trained by me and knows , how to fool the lie detector."

The mascot director swiped and looked at Walter Burke.

The face of the anonymous person beside him changed.

He knows this airborne mascot director very well. Like all directors, every director who comes parachute wants to do one thing to prove himself.

What if this convinced him to be persuaded by Walter Burke?

That……

at this time.

An agent suddenly ran in grabbing a phone: "Director, the Wushuang Assassin called."

The three people in the observation room all looked at the agent who came in.

The agent handed over the mobile phone he had just picked up at the door, and looked at the mascot director: "Director, the Peerless Assassin said that he has a deal to do with you?"

The Chief Mascot frowned, hesitated, and took the disposable phone from the agent's hand.

The next second.

The mascot director pressed the hands-free button on the cell phone in his hand, then put it aside, and then organized his words.

"Hello?"

"There's someone I want in Langley."

"..."