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

In the interrogation room with dim lights, the atmosphere is always strangely quiet. This is actually a psychological tactic. In an extremely quiet environment, people prefer to make some noise to relax themselves and are more likely to confide their inner secrets.

On the interrogation chair, a doctor in a white coat, with his hands fixed on the armrests of the chair, looked up at the light bulb above his head. It was a very simple ordinary incandescent bulb. The light bulb kept flashing, and the light that was bright and dim made the atmosphere in the whole room more depressing.

"Do you know? I once suggested to someone to replace the insensitive light bulb in his office, but he told me that this is actually a psychological tactic. Unstable light will stimulate the spirit of the interrogated person and make them more anxious."

Schiller's voice echoed in the room. Mark, who was sitting opposite 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 back.

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

"It seems that you are also a professional agent." Schiller tilted his head, but still did not return to his normal posture. He just leaned his head on the back of the chair, then tilted his head back, stared at the light bulb and continued: "But the person I mentioned did not change the light bulb, in fact, it was not because of that bullshit reason, he simply did not want to spend money."

The communication between Schiller and Mark was not smooth. The two of them can be said to have shown the two most beautiful qualities of human beings, one is a repeater, and the other is someone who answers questions all the time.

Mark kept repeating a question, using agent rhetoric and interrogation techniques to interrogate Schiller, while Schiller only said what he wanted to say and asked what he wanted to ask. The two communicated for a long time without saying anything, and Mark finally stood up from behind the table.

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

This posture will 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 started to use the skills taught in the second chapter.

"Do you need me to review it for you? Stand up and come to the person being interrogated, use the advantages of body and posture to create a sense of oppression, use some violent actions to make the person being interrogated feel that he is in a potentially dangerous environment..."

"If you are smarter, when you find that the person being interrogated begins 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..."

Mark, standing in front of Schiller, froze visibly. According to his current posture, the action he wanted to do just now should be twisting his wrist or breaking his knuckles, but now, if he continues to do these two actions, it doesn't look like a violent suggestion, but like a novice internship.

But there is no doubt that Mark has rich experience as an agent, and he did not lose his composure because of this. He took two steps back, leaned against the railing, then turned slightly, stretched his arm behind him, and picked up a document from the table. He said:

"We have received a report that intelligence shows that you are engaged in espionage activities in New York State..."

"What country's spy do you think I am? "Schiller asked.

Mark paused again while flipping through the documents. Since Schiller entered the room, every word he said was beyond Mark's expectations. In short, he did not act according to the script at all.

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

Some people become dumb the moment they enter the interrogation room. No matter what method is used, they can't make them say a word. Some people will use various rhetoric to prove their innocence. Even Mark and the interrogation expert are easily trapped in the dead end of logic.

There is no doubt that these people have one thing in common. They are very aggressive. They seize every weakness of the interrogator to attack and try every means to get out.

But Schiller gave Mark the feeling that he didn't want to get out. He seemed to want to stay for a while. No, maybe not for a while. Looking at his appearance, he seemed to plan to stay here.

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

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

"I think this should be the most enjoyable case you have handled in the past ten years. You can even rush into my nursing home and threaten me with a gun to leave with you. If it were normal, you could only sneak around the target. Not only must you be wary of the target, but you must also be wary of the FBI..." Schiller sat up straight, but still leaned back in his chair in a relaxed manner. 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..." "But the fact is that even if you have this information, you still can't do anything to me. You I can only be sent 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 show you a mocking smile outside the door of the trial site, 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.

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 take a last look here, 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?!"

In an instant, Mark walked back into the interrogation room with a team of interrogation experts, and Schiller sat in a 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 is your real name?"

"Schiller Rodriguez."

"You are 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 spies like you in SHIELD?"

"I am the only one in my situation." Schiller replied, and 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 KGB. It won't do you any harm."

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

Mark stood up again, walked in front of him and began to pace. He said: · I think you should know that some time ago, the Russian Federal Security Service arrested a high-level Hydra. At the same time, they revealed that the KGB infiltrated Hydra and then used Hydra's power to send themselves to the top..."

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

"Did they provide cover for the actions of Hydra or KGB?"

"Most importantly, is Nick Fury, the director of SHIELD, suspected of causing the current situation due to inaction?"

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