Video bloggers in American comics

"That's it?" Zhang Ming jumped out of the car and looked at the building in front of him.

This is a car repair shop with a slightly ostentatious decoration. It is now nine o'clock in the evening. Romantic French people don't have much habit of working overtime. They turned off the lights early and went to get off work.

Through the window, you can see that it is filled with various spare parts for modifying cars. Surveillance shows that after Cutting hid in, he never came out.

Dio put his hands on the ground, closed his eyes, and listened for a few seconds.

"There is breathing sound."

Zhang Ming held his arms in his arms, leaned against the car door, and said to Dior: "Then I will leave him to you. I will guard the surroundings and take action as soon as possible if any problems are discovered."

Dio nodded.

Dark night is his home court. Last time he lost to Cutting, it was mostly due to poor information.

Cutting knew Dio well, his strengths and weaknesses, and adopted different tactics accordingly, while Dio could only rely on constantly consuming blood and physical strength to explore Cutting's trump card bit by bit.

Dior pulled up his collar and straightened his clothes.

Next, it is a fair duel between men and men.

He walked in.

Zhang Ming threw off the Lock of Absurdity and jumped onto the roof of a building, looking down at the garage from a high place. Coulson was guarding the back door with a gun in his hand.

They waited quietly for the outcome, their muscles tense, ready to rush in for support at any time.

However, the matter ended faster than they imagined. In less than ten minutes, Dio dragged out a man covered in blood.

"Is it him?" Zhang Ming asked.

"His code name is Cut." Dio said.

Coulson looked at Dio's right hand inserted into the chest, opened his mouth, thought for a few seconds and then said: "Well... I know there is a grudge between you, but can we change the way..."

"I'm not a sadist." Dio explained, but coupled with the evil expression he put on when he activated his ability, this sentence was not convincing at all.

Dio tilted his head towards the cut, "I've thought about a question: How can we catch a living person and force him to find out about their organization? This is not simple. These guys are crazier than the terrorists in the Middle East. As long as they are being

If you catch it, it will explode your heart."

Zhang Ming squatted down and observed the wound and asked, "So, you crushed his heart first?"

"That's right."

Dior's answer reminded Zhang Ming of a ridiculous piece of news he saw in the past:

A woman in the United States tried to commit suicide with a gun. Her family called the police. When the police saw the gun in her hand, the police decisively shot the gun out of the woman's hand and killed her, successfully preventing the incident.

Suicide happens!

Dior understood Zhang Ming's eyes.

"I'm trying to save him. Although he has no heart, my blood is maintaining his body functions. He won't die in a short time. We can try to take something out of his mouth."

"You said he's still alive?" Zhang Ming picked up a wooden stick and poked his cut face, but there was no response.

"Well... at least from a physical level, he is not dead yet." Dio's words were somewhat unfounded.

They get back on the plane.

Gemma is an expert in the field of biochemistry and has also had in-depth study of medicine. She helped Dio maintain the cut body state and awakened his consciousness. Coulson began the interrogation work.

By the time the interrogation was over, it was already two o'clock in the morning the next day, and Coulson walked out rubbing his temples.

Zhang Ming handed over a cup of coffee, "How do you like it?"

"It's good and it's bad," Coulson said.

"for example?"

"The good thing is, he told everything he knew."

Under the triple influence of pain, death threats and veritaserum, the cutting failed to keep any secrets:

This is an organization that was established less than two months ago, with only nine core members, including the dead turtle and the captured cut. They were once members of a psychological rehabilitation organization, and were later brought by the leader to "stone"

Transformed into a person with super powers, he came up with the idea of ​​changing the world, so he launched a series of actions.

Regarding the internal members, Cutting gave their codenames, but his abilities were vague.

The first order the leader gave them was to keep their abilities secret. No one except the leader knew the specific abilities of their companions.

"He only mentioned a woman's ability, an 'elf', an absolutely powerful auxiliary ability user who can detect and communicate across half of the earth." Colson said.

Zhang Ming asked: "What is the code name of this leader?"

"truth."

"Ha!" Zhang Ming became interested, "This code name is really... quite arrogant."

"His ability is also a mystery. The strange thing is that Cutting showed unimaginable trust in Mr. Truth. He felt that his death was for future rebirth. One day, Truth will kill him.

Everyone was resurrected, so I cut and killed them without any hesitation," Coulson said.

Too much trust?

Zhang Ming noted this down, not only this, he also discovered a doubtful point.

In his impression, the mist that inspired the Terrigen Stone could only awaken people with Inhuman blood. Ordinary people would turn into stones after being shrouded in mist.

Just like the two innocent maids who unfortunately died when Dio awakened his power.

This so-called "psychological rehabilitation organization" can actually pass the judgment of Terrigen Stone. Everyone has the blood of the Inhumans. It is like playing a card drawing game. Every card is a "golden legend".

It's simply impossible.

This guy called "Truth" is very problematic.

The members of the organization may have been deliberately sought out by Truth for some purpose, waiting to develop enough feelings before transforming them into obedient superpowers.

"What about the travelogue?" Zhang Ming returned to the center of the question.

Colson took out a thin booklet and placed it on the table. He said: "Most of the content is here, and half of the page was torn out. The original words of the cut were: He handed the page to someone

A little pigeon carrying a schoolbag."

"Um?"

"Don't look at me like that. When I first heard about it, I thought he had a memory disorder, but after repeated questioning, I am convinced that it is true. Cutting said that this is one of the abilities of the truth. In short, he put half a page

Tear it off and give it to a dove, which should now fly back into the hands of truth.”

Zhang Ming opened the travel notes. The first part was recorded in English, but the second part contained incomprehensible words.

"Ancient Egyptian text." Colson said, "It should be Robert Spitwagen. He copied it where the Terrigen Stone was found. Linguistic experts are currently deciphering the content, but it will take some time."

"Can the truth discover the secret of the travelogue from this missing half page?"

"As an agent, I always think about the worst possibility first." Coulson added: "This is what I mean by 'very bad'."

Zhang Ming stood up and walked into the interrogation room. Inside, Gemma was picking up a sedative and wanted to give the incision a shot to make him sleep. Seeing Zhang Ming come in, she stopped what she was doing.

"What's wrong?" Gemma asked.

"Is he conscious now?" Zhang Ming pointed at the cutting.

After receiving a positive reply, Zhang Ming walked up to Cutting and stared into his eyes: "What is your purpose? What do you want to do?"

"Find more awakening stones, let more people join the organization, and overthrow the regime of a country. Then..." Cutting's expression began to twist.

"The effect of the Veritaserum has worn off." Gemma reminded, "Do you want to give him another shot?"

"No need." Zhang Ming grabbed the cut hair, and the electric current stung his nerves.

"Then what?"

"Then... put awakening stones on a large scale in maternity hospitals, kindergartens, and schools. The truth is that children are more likely to awaken and are more loyal. As long as they can be cultivated, the entire world will be ours in less than ten years.

——”

This is murder!

Zhang Ming doesn’t believe in resurrection from the dead, at least he doesn’t think a person with superpowers can do such a thing!

Cutting's body trembled, and his hair smelled of burning.

"Zhang Ming, you are about to kill him! We still need to dig out other information from his mouth!" Dio reminded loudly.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

When he was first invited by Coulson to board the plane, Zhang Ming only regarded it as an ordinary operation. The good guys caught the bad guys, and then the bad guys were punished. It was very simple, just like what Crossbones likes to say.

talk:

This isn't a personal grudge, it's just work.

But things are different now. Zhang Ming has developed a strong interest in that "Mr. Truth".

This has nothing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s commission or his video. It is simply Zhang Ming, as an adult with normal views, who hates the behavior of killing ordinary people wantonly for his own selfish desires.

Under the stimulation of electric current, the cutting is completely free from the influence of truth serum.

"Kill me, the truth will resurrect me sooner or later! Only failure is waiting for you!" Cutting grinned.

Zhang Ming and Cutting looked at each other.

"I won't kill you, at least not now. Just watch, I will bring the MLM leader who calls himself 'Truth' in front of you. When he cries and begs for mercy, I hope you can maintain the trust you have now.

"

After Zhang Ming finished speaking, he punched Cutting hard in the face, knocking him unconscious.

He looked back at the sedative in Gemma's hand, which was used to put Cutting to sleep.

"You're welcome." Zhang Ming said.