Things about living in Marvel

Chapter 299 Follow-up
"What should we do now?" Tarantula asked the Punisher while treating her own wound, "Or, are you going to kill me now?"

The Punisher gave him an indifferent glance, and he said, "You don't have a bomb in your neck."

The tarantula was silent.

After a moment of silence, he asked again, "Should we continue preparing for the assassination now?"

"Maybe." The Punisher didn't seem to care much about him, "For me, maybe, but for you, it's no longer necessary."

The tarantula looked puzzled.

"I don't mind killing you together." The Punisher stood up and walked towards the exit. "But, after all, Fury has other things."

After speaking, he opened the door and walked out, leaving the tarantula dazed in the safe house at a loss.

……

"I'm sorry." Fury looked at Scott who voluntarily wore handcuffs and a special suppressor in the interrogation room. "But, I think you may need to accept some interrogations."

Scott acquiesced.

"Do you really know nothing about the murder of Osborn?" Fury glared at him with his one eye.

"Nothing," Scott replied, his expression darkened. "I just want to do something nice."

Fury sat back in his chair, noncommittal to Scott's answer, "So, do you know what other plans the White House has?"

"I don't know." Scott replied, "I just faithfully carried out the order to capture Captain America."

"Hmm..." Fury mused.

"I can't provide you with anything of value." Scott said, "Instead of wasting time here, it's better to communicate with your old subordinate. She must know more than me."

"Do you know how difficult it is to withstand the pressure of the White House and keep you in private?" Fury snorted coldly, "Do you think I'm just imprisoning you? No! I'm protecting you! If you fall into In the hands of Hydra, do you think you will be sliced?"

"However, it is of no value for you to spend time with me here. I can't give you more things. The only thing I can do now is to put down all resistance and stop creating obstacles for you." Scott said.

"Okay." Fury leaned back on the chair again, "Then, let's talk about something else, your old subordinates, Live Lightning and Red Hulk."

"What happened to them?" Cyclops asked.

"They disappeared," Fury said. "After that scuffle, they disappeared, and I needed to find them."

"They're not critical, our main job right now is to get Hydra out of the White House," Cyclops retorted.

"Pay attention to your identity!" Fury snorted coldly, "You are just a criminal, and you are not qualified to instruct me on what to do! Even if I now believe that you are not involved in the murder, you can guarantee that neither the Living Lightning nor the Red Hulk were involved. Is it? Their backgrounds are not so clean!"

Cyclops fell silent.

He thought for a while, and then said: "Even so, as long as the Hydra is solved, we don't need to worry about these anymore, they will naturally be found."

"But we can't deal with Hydra now!" Fury roared, "I need a breakthrough! You don't know anything, so I need someone who knows something to tell me something so that I can have proof What they did in the White House! Even if the group of people outside are all sheep at their mercy, I will at least take out the fodder they want!"

……

Zemo casually looks around in the Oval Office of the President of the White House.

"We have spent a lot of thought in the past, but we never thought that it is not too difficult to master here." He picked up the round shield from the desk and gently stroked it with his hand, "After such a long time, who would have thought It wasn't me who really defeated him? Even an indestructible shield can't protect your master this time, can it?"

He raised his head, threw the shield aside, and asked the respectful old Voss behind him, "Did you find any?"

"Yes." Old Voss lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Zemo. "I'm sorry, after the sheriff's mutiny and the mechs evacuated due to energy problems, we have no ability to prevent them from evacuating."

"Run and run." Zemo waved his hand indifferently, "Although we can't solve them this time, it doesn't matter. After all, if the biggest opponent falls after only half of the play, then The plot is also a bit too boring."

He glanced at the shield again before continuing, "So, is there any clue about their whereabouts?"

"Cyclops was taken away by S.H.I.E.L.D." Old Voss replied quickly so as not to be considered incompetent by Zemo, "I have put pressure through the White House, but Fury refused to let him go."

Zemo sneered: "It's all now, Fury has made up his mind to tear his face apart, how can your political methods still work?"

"Yes." Old Voss added, "He evacuated the ground troops, transferred all the main personnel to the Helicarrier, and activated the covert mode. We can't find where he is now."

"Where are the rest?" Zemo continued to ask without annoyance.

"According to the on-site investigation, Captain America and his people did not act together with the traitors among the sheriffs. They retreated alone, and they should have returned to their safe house. In this regard, I have asked the imitation master to completely take over the investigation, and A group of people was recruited from the prison." Old Voss replied, "We didn't dare to go too far before, and only released a small group, but now, I think we should be more decisive."

"Well." Zemo didn't seem to care much about this. "What about the Sheriff's Man and the Punisher?"

"The Punisher and the Tarantula were the first to take advantage of the chaos and leave, and we don't know where they are going." Old Voss was a little trembling, "As for the remaining three members of the sheriff, we have already grasped the initial clues about John Walker's actions. He should have returned to a safe house in his past, but we have already investigated this safe house before.

"As for the Red Hulk and the Living Lightning..."

Old Voss was a little nervous.

"Can't find it?" Zemo looked at him.

"Yes..." Old Voss said, "I'm sorry, although they all have specific energy radiation, but the White House does not have the technology to hunt them down."

"Forget it." Zemo waved his hand, "They shouldn't know anything, right?"

"Of course." Old Voss replied affirmatively, "They didn't have access to any core information."

He hesitated again and again, and finally asked, "But... what should we do with Daisy?"

(End of this chapter)