Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

Whitehall was stunned by Qianqian's words: "I still don't know the purpose of Mr. Zion's visit?"

"I have a friend who wants to seek revenge from you. At the same time, I want to get some ulterior information within SHIELD from you." Xiang Xiang maintained his usual candid attitude since the beginning of the conversation, "You should know

What's the inside story I'm talking about, Mr. Reinhardt?"

Once again hearing his original name clearly and unmistakably called out by Xiang Qian, Whitehall naturally felt clear-headed; "You want to ask why I was released?"

"I want to know more, including but not limited to who released you and why; and of course some additional details, such as what did they do to release you reasonably and legally while keeping it secret?

"Not only does he answer questions, but he also moves forward calmly when asking questions.

"That's a long, complicated story; I don't mind telling it under the right circumstances, but... Mr. Zion, are you sure you want to step into this quagmire? Even if you are one of the top billionaires

, there are certain things that you are not capable of interfering with."

"I thought you should see that I'm not an ordinary billionaire." He pointed his gaze forward and looked at the two dead bodies lying on the carpet.

Of course Whitehall knew this; from the moment the two bodyguards died instantly, this veteran Hydra member knew clearly that his life and death depended entirely on the hands of the forward. The super power plundered from the Chinese woman

The ability is just immortality, it cannot be reborn after death.

Despite Whitehall's calm and calm appearance, he actually knew clearly in his heart that this conversation was not equitable from the beginning, and all the initiative was in the hands of the other party.

In the eyes of this old Hydra member, the current conversation is a psychological game. He wants to use this game opportunity to gain more chips for himself and make the situation better.

"I can see that Mr. Zion is very confident in his abilities." Whitehall pointed out. He fully believed that this billionaire was either a mutant-like existence, or that he had used some kind of technology like himself.

Means got superpowers.

Forward's reaction was beyond Whitehall's expectations. He just said: "Using the word 'confidence' to describe my current mentality seems too conservative."

For the first time, Whitehall felt that he was somewhat unable to grasp the current game situation.

Complacent people tend to be overconfident, but how can "overconfident" people clearly know that they are "overconfident"?

Whitehall was more cautious about his words in the ensuing conversation.

"It is understandable that this kind of 'absolute self-confidence' often appears in those successful people; especially those who are young and have a smooth journey. Since Mr. Zion has recognized his own mentality, he is still full of confidence, which shows that

You do have full assurance."

Facing the old fox's temptation, the playboy didn't take it seriously at all, and even showed a somewhat arrogant smile: "Mr. Reinhardt, do you know under what circumstances a kidnapper will reveal his true face to the victim?

"

Whitehall understood what he was saying, and his expression suddenly changed.

But listen to Qianqian and continue talking to himself: "Generally, there are only two possibilities. The first is to decide that the victim cannot find more evidence and is unable to retaliate against himself; the second is more violent

Yes, that means the kidnappers were ready to break up the fight from the beginning."

Looking at Whitehall's livid face, he asked maliciously: "Which category does Mr. Reinhardt think I belong to?"

"Intimidating psychological offensive!" Whitehall felt that he had guessed the opponent's mind.

As soon as Qiang Qian came up, he stated his purpose of coming. He wanted to get inside information about S.H.I.E.L.D. from Whitehall. Logically speaking, if you want to get a confession, you must leave a certain amount of hope for the person being interrogated; if the person being interrogated knows

If you are dead, it will only greatly increase the difficulty of obtaining a confession.

Whitehall felt that with forward intelligence, he would not make such a shallow mistake.

"I think the kidnapper's priority should be whether he can get the ransom, not whether he should break up the vote." After grasping the idea of ​​moving forward, Whitehall began to be more targeted in his speech.

Qianqian smiled and said: "Don't worry about the ransom, Mr. Reinhardt. I will definitely get it."

"I beg to differ with this." Whitehall refused to give in. When playing psychological games, he needed to express his toughness at the right time.

"Some things are difficult to explain to you in a short time; forget it, Mr. Reinhardt, let's pay attention to these two new groups of people first." Xiang Xiang did not immediately respond to the other party's toughness, but stretched out his finger.

Refers to the monitoring screen.

There were new changes in the real-time battle situation displayed on the screen. Two groups of people appeared almost at the same time from different directions outside the villa courtyard, and they rushed towards the area where the fierce fighting was still going on.

Just as the two groups of people were approaching the main battlefield, Shen Ran's subordinates and the aliens, who had been deliberately not breaking the last line of defense, turned around and methodically passed through the gap between the two groups of people and left the battlefield.

Covered in a tactical uniform, Skye's head and face were still recognizable at a glance. He showed off his power and broke through the wall of the villa with an impact, and escaped before a new firefight was about to occur.

As soon as the people sent forward ran away, the two groups behind almost had their backs broken; as expected, the situation turned into a three-party melee.

The first to be defeated were Whitehall's few remaining security forces; the remaining people retreated to the porch inside the villa, holding on for dear life.

In the study, the two dead bodyguards sounded the response tone of the communicator; Xiang Xiang knew that this was the remaining bodyguards giving a warning, reminding the people in the study to evacuate in time.

Unfortunately, this kind of warning is destined to go unanswered.

Outside the villa, the three-party melee turned into a two-party confrontation. Then, as expected, Colson's team, which was severely short of manpower and firepower, was suppressed.

Although Coulson's team is obviously an elite with stronger individual combat capabilities, how can four or five people with a few small pistols be the opponent of two complete assault teams with 24 long rifles and submachine guns?

Excluding the existence of high-level mutants, superheroes, etc., regular battles in this world still have to follow the basic rules of equipment and firepower.

A team of twelve commandos suppressed Colson's team, and another team of twelve people began to storm the villa. Shock bombs, smoke bombs, and the necessary weapons for special forces to storm buildings all appeared.

"The team with the pistols should not have been prepared for battle in advance, otherwise they would not have entered the battlefield with several pistols. In other words, they are neither here to save you nor to kill you, they are more like surveillance

During the investigation process, we made a temporary decision to join the war."

Qian Qian looked at the surveillance screen and spoke eloquently: "On the contrary, there is another group of people who are well prepared, powerful in firepower, and determined to fight. Judging from their ruthless style of killing your bodyguards, they must have no good intentions towards you.

"

When he turned around, he saw Whitehall frowning and staring at the surveillance screen.

He smiled forward and said: "Mr. Reinhardt, they are not a problem you need to worry about; a person who is destined to die, why should he worry about who the murderer is? That is what the living people - that is, me - need to consider.

Question. I really want to know, who are they? Are they the people who released you?"

Whitehall consciously saw through Xiang Xiang's little thoughts. He pretended to be relaxed and said: "If I am destined to die, why should I tell you the truth? Do I expect you to avenge me?"

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. They will not be your murderers." He waved his hand forward, "Your executioner has already been selected; Jia Ying, do you still remember this name?"

Whitehall shook his head blankly.

He showed a sarcastic sneer forward: "Hey, you killed that woman and removed all her organs, but you never asked her name? All the white mice in the laboratory have a number! Your cold-blooded cruelty is simply

It goes beyond the lower limits of what humans should be.”

"You're talking about her?" Whitehall said in surprise, "She's still alive?"

Although she doesn't know her name, Jia Ying is indeed the woman who impressed the most in Whitehall's life. Everything he has now is completely based on the vitality he plundered from Jia Ying.

Without Jia Ying, without the organs, bone marrow, and blood harvested from her body, even if this old Hydra member escaped from prison, he would probably have turned into a pile of withered bones in the grave.

"How did she survive? I remember..."

"What do you remember? Do you remember that you cut her into pieces and the body parts were abandoned like garbage in the jungle on the border of Myanmar?"

Whitehall tightened his lips and said nothing; the details described forward were completely consistent with his memory, which showed that the other party did know the original truth.

Could it be said that that woman really came back to life?

"She is indeed alive; her husband put her body back together, and her superpowers brought her back to life. She told me that the process was very painful."

Looking forward at Whitehall's face, the old Hydra's face looked like he had seen a ghost. From his eyes, one could see three parts shock and seven parts fear.

What Whitehall feared was that if Jia Ying's resurrection was true, then the other party really wanted to kill him, and it was not a psychological offensive to extract a confession as he had guessed.

Xiang Xiang was still minding his own business and said: "Think about it, the fire of hatred in Ms. Jia Ying's heart has been burning for more than 20 years; when this flame finally has a chance to burst out, it will surely burn out."

With everything I meet—that is, you."

"Don't you want inside information about SHIELD?" Whitehall asked; his eager tone showed that he was already panicking.

This old Hydra is eager to grab some chips for himself; in other words, he is eager to show off his chips and prove his worth.

There is a type of people in the world who become more afraid of death the longer they live. Especially people like Whitehall, who originally thought that they would have a chance to live forever by relying on the superpowers obtained through robbery, and had no psychological expectation of death; suddenly one day the God of Death came

When he comes to visit, he will only act more fearful than ordinary people.

Xiang Qian heard the panic of the other party and smiled contemptuously: "Yes, you don't need to remind me, I have always remembered this. It is my established plan to obtain inside information about SHIELD from Mr. Reinhardt;

However, this is a stage that you only have to go through after you die."

"Huh?" Whitehall thought for a moment that he heard wrongly.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" Xiang Xiang said with a smile, "You heard me right, the confession was indeed done after your death. I didn't want to do this at first, after all, it would cause trouble for my girlfriend.

, it hurts a man’s self-esteem; but who can’t find a psychic superpower like Professor X among the aliens under Ms. Jia Ying?”

Ask for a confession after death? Is there such a person with super powers?

The old Hydra asked himself that he had spent decades researching various mutant superpowers, but he had never heard of any ability that could communicate with the dead.

Whitehall was completely silent. He no longer knew how to interface; facing a field he knew nothing about, the idea of ​​a so-called "psychological game" seemed extremely ridiculous.

Moving forward but not intending to let go of the person in front of him easily; "Does Mr. Reinhard have any research on religion?"

Whitehall felt puzzled, and after a while he said in a pious or shameless tone: "I am a loyal believer in the Lord."

"Then what do you think about the final judgment after death?"

Whitehall sneered in response: "Does Mr. Zion intend to become God and want to hear my confession of my crimes after death? Isn't this what you mean by asking for a confession after death?"

"What gave you the illusion that you can go to heaven after you die?" Even though he knew the other person's extremely low human nature, Xiang Qian was still shocked by the other person's shamelessness.

"..."

"In ancient Egyptian mythology, people face the judgment of Anubis after death; the heart of the deceased and a feather will be placed at both ends of the scale to judge the good and evil of the person's life. In Catholic teaching, sinners go to hell.

, good people who go to heaven will face the final judgment and be rewarded and punished..."

Listening to the sudden and endless digression, Whitehall asked impatiently: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Qianqian was not interrupted by the other party. He asked: "Mr. Reinhardt, have you ever thought about it, whether it is religious doctrines or myths and legends, is it possible that some details are based on reality? God, Devil, Death

, how do they accurately clarify the good and evil, rewards and punishments in a person's life?"

"I'm not God; even if someone says I'm evil, I don't think I can meet the devil's standards. So... I don't know."

"Want to know?" Xiang Qian asked, "If you don't consider the difference between good and evil, I think Mr. Reinhardt is a scientific researcher and should have a great thirst for knowledge about all unknown things."

"I don't know what you are talking about, I don't even know if you said these words in a sober state..."

"You will know soon." He turned forward and looked at the corner of the room. As his gaze focused, a ripple of space appeared in the empty corner.

Her Majesty Queen Liana is here.

"The time is just right; please let me introduce to you - the ruler of Hell's Border, Her Majesty the Queen, who has the same status as Lucifer and Satan in the hierarchy of hell."