Chapter 495: Who Made the Moon God Want to Kill? (Part 1)

In the dimly lit interrogation room, the atmosphere is always eerily quiet. This is actually a psychological tactic. In an extremely quiet environment, people will prefer to make some noise to relax themselves and make it easier to express their inner feelings. secret.

On the interrogation chair, a doctor in a white coat had his hands fixed on the armrests of the chair. He raised his head and looked at the light bulb above his head. It was a very simple ordinary incandescent light bulb. The light bulb was flashing constantly. The flickering light made the atmosphere in the whole room even more depressing.

"You know what? I once suggested to a man that he replace the insensitive light bulbs in his office, but he told me that this is actually a psychological tactic. Unstable light will stimulate the interrogation person. spirit, making them more anxious.”

Schiller's voice echoed in the room. Mark, who was sitting across the railing, looked up at him and asked: "The person you are talking about should be a professional agent. Who is he? Where is he from? Is he your accomplice?"

"Why do you think he is a professional agent?" Schiller asked.

"Answer my question." Mark was not fooled. He just repeated the same question over and over again. No matter what Schiller asked him, he would not answer.

"It seems that you are also a professional agent." Schiller tilted his head, but still did not return to the normal posture. He just leaned his head on the back of the chair, then raised his head and stared at the light bulb and continued: "But I said The guy who didn’t change the lightbulbs didn’t do it for that bullshit reason, he simply didn’t want to spend money.”

The communication between Schiller and Mark was not smooth. It can be said that the two of them showed two of the most beautiful qualities of human beings. One is a repeater, and the other is a person who answers questions asked by others.

Mark kept repeating the same question, using agent language and interrogation techniques to question Schiller, but Schiller only said what he wanted to say and asked what he wanted to ask. The two communicated nonchalantly for a long time, and Mark finally stood up from behind the table.

He opened the door of the room's railing and came to Schiller. When he stood in front of Schiller, a shadow was cast on Schiller's body, blocking his sight. From this angle, Mark had a very handsome face. The face, the tall figure, and the serious expression that all agents have.

This gesture would bring a very strong sense of oppression, but Schiller still only stared at the light bulb. He said: "It seems that you have discovered that the words in the first chapter of the agent manual do not work for me, so you Start using the techniques taught in Chapter 2.

"Do you need me to review it for you? Get up and come in front of the person being interrogated. Use your body and posture to create a sense of oppression, and use some violent actions to make the person being interrogated feel like you are in a In a potentially dangerous environment..."

"If you are smarter, when you find that the person being interrogated starts to feel insecure, you will relax this state, let him relax a little, and then make him tense up. After a few rounds, he will speak... …”

Standing in front of Schiller, Mark's movements were visibly frozen. According to his current posture, the action he wanted to do just now should be to twist his wrist or crack his knuckles, but now, if he continues to do this The two actions don't seem like hints of violence, but like a novice's internship.

But there is no doubt that Mark has a lot of experience as an agent. He did not get confused because of this. He took two steps back slightly, leaning against the railing, then turned slightly, stretched his arms behind him, and picked it up from the table. One document he said:

"We received a report, and intelligence showed that you were engaged in espionage activities in New York State..."

"The intelligence indicates that I am a spy for which country?" Schiller asked.

Mark's hand while flipping through the documents paused again. From the moment Schiller walked into the room, everything he said was beyond Mark's expectations. To put it simply, he didn't act according to the script at all.

During Mark's career as an agent, he has encountered many difficult opponents, but most of them are not this difficult.

Some people become mute the moment they walk into the interrogation room. No matter what method they use, they can't be made to say a word. Others will use various words to prove their innocence. Even Mark and Interrogation experts are also easily led into logical blind spots.

There is no doubt that these people all have one characteristic in common. They are extremely aggressive, seizing on every weakness of the interrogator to attack, and trying every means to escape.

But Schiller gave Mark the feeling that he didn't really want to get away. He seemed to want to stay for a while, no, maybe not just for a while. From the look of him, it seemed like he planned to stay here.

"You must realize the possible consequences of your dangerous behavior." Mark kept staring at Schiller with a serious expression.

"What are the consequences? The CIA has no law enforcement powers, only investigative powers that have been castrated countless times. You were able to reveal your identity and bring me here only because the person who reported me provided extremely detailed information."

"I think this should be the funniest thing you have ever had in the past ten years. You can even rush directly into my nursing home and threaten me with a gun to leave with you. But under normal circumstances, you can only be sneaky. Circling around the target, not only must you be wary of the target, but you must also be wary of the FBI when you discover it..."

Schiller sat up straight, but still relaxed on the back of the chair. He said: "Perhaps, you think this is a very simple case. I have so much information that you feel that I am far less dangerous than those dangerous people you have met, because they will never leave so many loopholes and information for their opponents..."

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"But the fact is, even if you have this information, you still can't do anything to me. You can only send me to court."

"Now you want to ask for more information, just hoping to have an advantage during the trial, otherwise I will walk out of the court safely like those opponents you have met before, and give you a mocking smile outside the door of the trial, and then give you a middle finger."

"Enough." Mark's voice became low, Schiller smiled and said, "It seems that today's interrogation can only end here. You can go back and repair your broken heart. See you tomorrow."

Mark threw the document back on the table, and he walked to Schiller again. He waved his fist at Schiller, but Schiller dodged it by tilting his body.

Mark retracted his fist and did not attack again. He said: "Your action just now has exposed that you are indeed a well-trained agent. Normal people can't avoid it."

"Your action just now has also exposed that you should be a well-trained boxer. The fighting skills of agents do not teach professional boxing force techniques..."

Mark took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell fiercely. After pausing for a while, he shook his head. Schiller said: "Will anger make your mental state unstable? How long has this situation lasted? Have you seen a doctor?"

After Mark gradually calmed down, he looked at Schiller deeply, then turned and left the interrogation room.

After a while, the door of the interrogation room opened again. Mark, who was standing by the door, was talking to an interrogation expert, and occasionally pointed at Schiller.

Schiller sat up straight, stretched his neck and shouted: "Are you going to start calling your parents? I promise not to tell anyone about your crying just now, in case you don't want to come to kindergarten tomorrow!"

Schiller could see that Mark, who was standing by the door, had a hard fist.

But Schiller waited for a long time, but Mark didn't explode. He shook his head, seeming a little disappointed.

Seeing Mark turn around and want to leave, Schiller suddenly fell silent. Just when Mark turned his head to look here for the last time, Schiller suddenly spoke and said, "Okay, I'm Hydra."

Mark turned his head to look at Schiller, and Schiller also looked at Mark, and then Mark left without looking back.

Schiller shouted loudly: "Can't you hear?! I said I'm Hydra! The kind of Hydra that Captain America fought! The Hydra that almost destroyed the world in World War II!"

"Wait! Come back! Okay, I'm KGB! KGB! KGB disguised as Hydra, okay?!"

"My Healing Game"

In an instant, Mark walked back into the interrogation room with a team of interrogation experts, and Schiller sat on the chair and sighed deeply.

Mark picked up the document from the table again, and the interrogator walked to Schiller, put a table in front of him, and then put on multiple physiological data monitoring instruments, commonly known as polygraphs, on him.

"How's the weather today?" Mark asked.

"Not bad," Schiller replied.

Schiller glimpsed from the corner of his eye that a group of technicians were staring at the physiological data monitoring instrument. Mark asked a few more irrelevant questions. After confirming that the polygraph was working properly, he began to get to the point.

"What's your real name?"

"Schiller Rodriguez."

"You're not Russian?"

"No."

"Are you a spy sent by the KGB to Hydra?"

"Yes."

Mark looked up at the technician sitting behind the instrument and staring at the screen. The man shook his head slightly at him, indicating that there was nothing wrong with the reading.

Although the data of the polygraph is not necessarily completely accurate and cannot be used as evidence, it can also largely determine a person's emotional changes at this time.

Schiller did not use any special ability to control his physiological state, because he was telling the truth, but the truth was more tortuous.

"Are you a spy sent by the KGB to Hydra, and then sent by Hydra to work for SHIELD?"

"Yes."

"How many accomplices do you have in SHIELD?"

Faced with this question, Schiller was silent. The technician who was looking at the screen frowned. Mark keenly caught this expression. Obviously, there was something wrong with the reading just now.

"Are there many or few?" Mark continued to ask: "Are there many or few spies like you in SHIELD?"

"I am the only one in my situation." Schiller replied. Mark immediately looked at the technician, who shook his head again.

Mark frowned and said, "If you are willing to be a tainted witness, we can apply for witness protection for you, and it will also be beneficial to your sentence reduction. So, you'd better tell us the intelligence you know about Hydra, SHIELD and the KGB. It will not harm you."

"What do you want to know?" Schiller asked.

Mark stood up again, came to him and started pacing. He said: "I think you should know that some time ago, the Russian Federal Security Service arrested a high-level Hydra executive. At the same time, they revealed that the KGB had infiltrated Go inside Hydra, and then use the power of Hydra to send yourself to the top..."

Mark turned to look into Schiller's eyes and asked, "We want to know what role SHIELD played in this?"

"Did they provide cover for HYDRA or KGB operations?"

"The most important thing is, is Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., suspected of inaction that led to the current situation?"