Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke's hand was pulled out in his pocket on the side of the suit, and it took seconds to hack out a long note.

Raise the note high and he says, "Tom Wilson, Rod Peterson, Jacques Snape, etc., you're an FBI agent, you're an CIA agent, you're even a fucking Homeland Security agent! God, Mr. Garrett, you're a fucking genius! ”

With his words, the faces of the three people in front of him and the people watching the video on S.H.I.E.L.D. 's side are extremely ugly.

This information was reported by this psychopathic Jeff, which can only prove that he knew Garrett differently.

Plus the situation of the three of us now, it doesn't look like we're trying to force them to confess, it's more like "Toolman," or... stage props?

“Well, the rest is too long, you see for yourself.” Luke threw the note at Garrett and the long white note hung around his neck like a lifebelt.

And Luke walked up to the guy in the middle: "Now, here comes Mr. Grant Ward, the number two male guest of the game. ”

Reaching out his hand and pressing Ward's shoulder, he turned behind Ward and approached the other person's head for a deep breath.

By then, he had shielded all the outside smells with a thousand facets system, but he still showed satisfaction: "Mr. Ward, you smell just like Jeff. ”

Ward's eyes flashed and he didn't say a word.

Luke pressed his hands against his shoulder, his head back: "This is the smell of hatred. Who do you hate the most? Parents or siblings? They hurt you, but they didn't pay? ”

Strongly patting Ward on his shoulder, he laughed: "Come on, smile, it's the right man to face his inner desires. ”

And he pulled out a long string of notes again: "Your identity, like that Mr. Garrett, is a mystery, so let's just hang on till the end, okay? ”

Walking back from Ward to the three of them, Luke walked to the rightmost Hill, squatted down, put his hands on her bowling cap, and looked up at him: "Ms. Hill, as the only female guest of the game, I have to give you a little privilege. So you have some little secrets, and I'll keep them alone. Now, are you ready? ”

Hill: “Can you say something? I can't seem to remember my secrets. ”

Luke laughed and patted her on her thigh with his hands. “No, no, no. Your secret is interesting. Beautiful women's personal privacy cannot be disclosed to all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and that can lead to a lot of loss. ”

Standing with his hands on his knees, he lifted his suit hem and forked his waist: "Okay, let's get into the game, or your colleagues will find us here. ”

At S.H.I.E.L.D., a technician suddenly said, "Yes, he is... 20 kilometers northeast of Waterville, Pennsylvania. ”

Nick Fry closes his eyes: Does this guy have an inside line at S.H.I.E.L.D.?

He looked at the people here subconsciously and gave up unrealistic ideas.

How many people have been mixed up in S.H.I.E.L.D., he can't be sure now.

The Hydra alone makes S.H.I.E.L.D. sore and hopeless.

It doesn't seem like it's a big deal to have one more psychopath inside out.

Now this farce is just a dog bite, and Nick Fry needs to think about how this affects his plan.

Had Hill not been captured, he would have felt more calm at the moment, let alone worried about saving people.

It's not easy to borrow a knife to kill people, but it's a good ending if you fly a knife out of the sky and chop Garrett to death.

On the screen, Luke has pushed two machines.

These two machines are very simple.

Whether it's the three of us facing the machine or S.H.I.E.L.D., you can see that there's a short steel pipe in front of the nail gun and a fixed bracket underneath.

Two wires extend from the nail gun behind each machine, a control button at the end of the long wire, and two shorter wires merge together, with a control button at the end.

Luke held a long wired rear control button in each hand and shoved it into Garrett's and Ward's right palms.

Three "guest” hands were tied to the chair armrest and legs tied to the chair legs.

The chair is rough, but the body is reinforced more than three centimeters in diameter, the bottom is nailed to the ground, and the rope that binds it is a special rope that is super strong.

As long as they don't suddenly turn green and fat, or the Elemental Mage grows up, it's impossible to break free quickly.

At this moment, the three of them only have their right palms up and are able to use their fingers flexibly.

Neither Garrett nor Ward refused to face the control buttons from Luke Sergeant, and they needed to figure out what Luke wanted to do.

Luke raised the control button on the short wire in his hand: "Gentlemen, as you can see. The control buttons on your hands control the adjudicators in front of each other. I'll show you how it works. ”

He pressed the control button after the short wire in his hand.

The two machines suddenly lit red lights and a lousy electronic audio went off: "The bullet of love is about to be fired, ask the two guests to choose within ten seconds whether to kill another guest first by pressing the button in their hand to save their precious lives. Nineteen... three, two, one! ”

Boom, boom!

With two gunshots fired, Garrett and Ward had a bullet hole in their shoulders, and both faces were sore and twisted.

Neither of them pressed the button in their hand because they were able to distinguish the gunpoint of the trial machine from the shoulder.

Luke wasn't going to kill them for the first time, and that was a waste of both tools.

He simply repositioned the guns of the two trial planes, this time targeting their hearts.

Garrett and Ward's face is completely blackened, and this is gonna fucking kill them.

Whether it's a button or a countdown, it's forcing them to make a choice - either let the other die first or die together.

Luke's moving fast.

Because he had only one purpose: to put two people on the road after the show.

Too detailed a plan was unnecessary, he came to brush it up, and the act was just to cover it up, never having fun with it.

After alignment, he loaded the two rifle bullets into the steel pipe.

Both Garrett and Ward noticed that, after all, Luke was loaded less than two metres away.

The first shot just now was just a normal pistol bullet, and both of them could be saved in the shoulder.

The rifle was shot in the chest, even if not in the heart.

Both brains spinning at full speed.

Luke finished the trial machine and looked at the faces of the two of them. Hey, smiling forward, he ripped off the seal tape on their mouths: “Sorry, I was too busy, I forgot about this. Now, how do you feel about the two male guests, please tell the audience in front of the screen that it will be the most important statement of your life. ”