Luke rummaged in the side pocket of his suit for a few seconds before he finally took out a long note.
Raising the note high in the air, he read aloud, "Tom Wilson, Rod Peterson, Jack Snapp, etc. You're an FBI agent, you're a CIA agent, you're even a f * cking special investigator from the Department of Homeland Security! Oh my god, Mr. Garrett, you're a goddamn genius! "
As he spoke, both the three people in front of him and the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. who were watching the video had ugly expressions on their faces.
The fact that this lunatic Jeff had reported this information only proved that he knew Garrett very well.
Also, it didn't look like he was going to extort a confession from them. Instead, it looked more like they were "tools," or … stage props?
"Well, the rest is too long. Take a look for yourself." Luke threw the note at Garrett, and it hung around his neck like a necklace.
Then, Luke walked up to the man in the middle and said, "Now, the second male guest of this game, Mr. Grant Ward."
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Ward's shoulder. He turned behind Ward, leaned close to his head, and took a deep breath.
Although he had already used the Thousand Faces system to block out all the scents of the outside world, he still looked satisfied. "Mr. Ward, you smell the same as Jeff."
Ward's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything.
Luke put his hands on Ward's shoulders and tilted his head back. "This is the smell of hatred. Who do you hate the most? Parents or siblings? Did they hurt you, but didn't they pay the price? "
Patting Ward's shoulder hard, Luke smiled. "Come on, smile. Only a strong person can face their own desires."
Saying that, he took out another long note. "Like Mr. Garrett, your identity is a mystery. Let's leave the suspense until the end, okay?"
Walking around Ward and the other three people, Luke went to Hill on the far right and crouched down. He put his hand on her forehead and looked her in the eye. "Ms. Hill, as the only female guest of this game, I have to give you some preferential treatment. So, I'll keep some of your secrets to myself. Now, are you ready? "
Hill said, "Can you tell me? I can't seem to remember what secrets I have. "
Luke laughed and patted her thigh. "No, no, no. Your secret is very interesting. The personal privacy of a beautiful lady can't be released to all the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. It will make many people disappointed. "
He stood up with his hands on his knees, lifted the hem of his suit, and stood with his hands on his hips. "Okay, let's get into the game, or your colleagues will find this place."
In S.H.I.E.L.D., a technician suddenly said, "Found him. He's in … the mountains 20 kilometers northeast of Waterville, Pennsylvania."
Nick Fury narrowed his eyes. Did this guy have a mole in S.H.I.E.L.D.?
He subconsciously glanced at the people here and immediately gave up on the unrealistic idea.
He really couldn't be sure how many people had infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D.
Hydra alone had riddled S.H.I.E.L.D. with holes and was beyond saving.
It didn't seem like a big deal to have another psychopath on the inside.
The farce that was playing right now was just a dog-eat-dog show. Nick Fury needed to consider the impact this would have on his plan.
If Hill hadn't been captured as well, he probably would've been calmer at that moment, and wouldn't have worried about whether or not he could save Garrett.
It wasn't easy to kill someone with a borrowed knife, but it would be a pretty good ending if Garrett was hacked to death by a knife from outer space.
On the screen, Luke had already pushed two machines over.
These two machines were very simple.
Both the three people facing the machines and the S.H.I.E.L.D. team could tell that the machine was a short steel pipe in front of the nail gun, and there was a bracket below it.
Two wires extended from the nail gun at the back of each machine. At the end of the long wire was a control button, and the two shorter wires were joined together and also had a control button at the end.
Luke held the control buttons behind the long wires in each hand and stuffed them into the palms of Garrett and Ward's right hands.
The three "guests" had their hands tied to the armrests of the chairs, and their legs were tied to the legs of the chairs.
The chairs were very crude, but they were made of steel bars that were more than three centimeters in diameter. The bottom of the chairs was nailed to the ground, and the ropes that bound them were extremely strong.
As long as they didn't suddenly turn green or use their elementalists, it was impossible for them to break free quickly.
At that moment, only their right hands were facing up, and they could still move their fingers flexibly.
Neither Garrett nor Ward refused the control buttons that Luke gave them. They needed to figure out what Luke was up to.
Luke raised the control buttons on the short wires in his hands. "Gentlemen, as you can see, the control buttons in your hands can control the trial machines in front of you. The control button on your hands can control the trial machine in front of you. As he spoke, he pressed the control buttons on the short wires in his hands.
As he spoke, he pressed the control buttons on the short wires in his hands.
Red lights suddenly lit up on the two machines, and an unpleasant electronic voice rang out. "The bullets of love are about to be fired. Guests, please choose in ten seconds whether or not you will press the buttons in your hands to kill the other guest first to save your precious life. Nineteen … Three, two, one! "
Bang!
Two gunshots rang out, and bullet holes appeared in Garrett's and Ward's shoulders. Their faces contorted in pain.
Neither of them pressed the buttons in their hands, because they could tell that the muzzles of the trial machines were aimed at their shoulders.
Luke hadn't planned to kill them in the first place. That would be a waste of these two tools.
He simply adjusted the muzzles of the two trial machines and aimed them at their hearts this time.
Garrett and Ward's faces completely darkened. Luke was playing with them to death.
Whether it was the button or the countdown, Luke was forcing them to make a choice: either the other party died first, or they died together.
Luke acted very quickly.
That was because he only had one goal: to finish the show and send them on their way.
There was no need for a detailed plan. He was here to grind points. The acting was just a cover; he definitely wasn't enjoying it.
After aiming, he loaded two rifle bullets into the steel tubes.
Both Garrett and Ward noticed. After all, Luke had finished loading the bullets less than two meters away from them.
The first shot just now had been a regular pistol bullet, and their shoulders could still be saved.
But this rifle bullet had hit their chests. Even if it hadn't hit their hearts, they wouldn't have been saved.
Both of them started thinking at full speed.
After Luke was done with the trial machines, he chuckled at their expressions and tore off the tape on their mouths. "Sorry, I was too busy just now and forgot about it. Now, what do you think? Please tell the audience in front of the screen. This will be the most important speech of your lives. "
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