White Night sat in front of his new laptop, which he bought with the cash he got from robbing robbers.
He still remembered the surprised look on the waiter's face when he took out a stack of cash.
Although he didn't know much about laptops,
The expensive ones might not be the best, but they were still good.
He flipped through the information on Jacques and Stephanie that Meggen had categorized. Their employment records, financial records, education records, family information, medical records, and so on were all very detailed.
They looked very normal, but they weren't useful.
He wanted to know about the organization behind them, which he couldn't tell from the information at all.
The only information that might be useful was Stephanie Malik.
Her father was Gideon Malik, a member of the International Security Council. S.H.E.L.D. was nominally under the jurisdiction of the International Security Council, and the previous director, Pierce, was also a member of the International Security Council.
Of course, Frey still had the final say, but Frey still had to report any major decisions he made.
Just like the Avengers Project,
Which was shelved because the Council didn't agree.
With Stephanie's background, she definitely wasn't just a surveillance officer or a small assistant researcher sent to the apartment where they lived. At least she knew more inside information. The problem now was,
Among the people who captured Bruce for experiments, Jacques and Stephanie, he knew that they were related to S.H.E.L.D. to some extent.
He had to start from S.H.E.L.D. and see if he could get any information.
Meggen couldn't find the internal information of S.H.E.L.D..
This was also the reason why he kept in contact with S.H.E.L.D. to see if there was a chance for Meggen to steal information. It definitely wasn't because this body was discovered by S.H.E.L.D. and wanted to use it to solve the identity problem.
A window suddenly popped up on the screen. Hotch opened the door and walked into the apartment. He placed his keys and bag on the cabinet by the door and then disappeared from the screen. He had lived in Hotch's apartment for a few months and was very familiar with the place. He saw that Hotch had gone to the kitchen.
This was the footage taken by the surveillance camera that had been installed in the apartment. White Night had asked Meggen to hack into it, cut out the footage, and send a fake video to the person who installed it. This was safer than directly destroying it, and it could also numb the enemy. Even though White Night believed that those people's target was Bruce, and they probably wouldn't care about these things after achieving their goal, he felt that it was better to be more cautious when it came to matters related to Hotch. Until now, White Night still didn't know how the camera was installed. Unlike his own apartment, Hotch's apartment wasn't equipped with various sensors for Meggen to control, so Meggen couldn't keep track of the situation in real time.
Soon, Hotch appeared on the screen again. He was sitting on the sofa with half a glass of wine in his hand. Due to the position of the camera, White Night could only see Hotch's back and couldn't see his expression. After about half an hour, Hotch put down the empty glass, turned off the lights, entered the room, and disappeared from the screen.
White Night couldn't help but frown. Unlike him, Hotch didn't drink much, especially on weekdays. Judging by the color of the wine, he knew it was the bottle of brandy in the wine cabinet. He rewound the video back to the moment when Hotch first entered the door. After zooming in, he saw Hotch's heavy eye bags and dark circles under his eyes. He suddenly became worried.
"Meggen, do you know what's wrong with Aaron?" After contacting Meggen, White Night instructed Meggen to solve the problem with the camera. Initially, he didn't want to use the camera to spy on Hotch's life, but as time went by … Ever since he joined BAU, he hadn't seen Hotch for a month. Today, he finally couldn't help but ask Meggen to send him the footage after Hotch returned to his apartment.
"There's an 80% chance that this behavior is due to grief." Meggen's voice came from the earpiece.
"Grief? Why? Do you know what happened? "White Night frowned and asked in confusion.
"I used to work for a Level One Authority Holder, Mr. Bruce Jones, for a period of time. He was close to Mr. Hotcher. Mr. Jones passed away a few days ago …"
"Wait, did you say Bruce is dead? How do you know? "White Night interrupted Meggen in surprise. Meggen didn't know that he was Bruce, and he certainly wouldn't explain anything to an AI. He only needed Meggen to work for him.
Meggen explained that the camera in Bruce's eyes had lost signal. White Night's heart sank. "You told Aaron?"
"Mr. Jones instructed that we shouldn't hide anything about him from Mr. Hotcher. Sir, if you have any objections, please adjust the permissions for both of them."
"…" That was indeed his original order, but he didn't expect it to be used in this situation. "Give both of them the highest permissions." White Night's administrator permission was unique. Other than being unable to change Meggen's code, it was fine as long as it didn't conflict with White Night's orders.
"Please confirm the authorization."
"I authorize," White Night said as he opened the window and jumped out. He hurried through the night.
Hotch actually thought that he was dead. He couldn't imagine how Hotch felt, but he still remembered the pain and anger he felt when Foyet stabbed him.
White Night threw a few bills at the taxi driver's face and hurried out of the car. When he stood beside the familiar apartment building, he stopped. He really wanted to rush in and hug Hotch tightly to tell him not to worry and that he was fine. But could he do that?
Obviously not. Not to mention how Hotch would react when he saw a stranger barging in, he had already considered not telling Hotch White Night's identity for the time being, at least not before he dealt with the organization that captured Bruce. Safety was the most important thing.
White Night stood there for a long time until the security guard came over to ask him what was going on. Only then did he turn and leave.
As he walked by the road in the night, he heard a voice in his heart asking, "Are you really not telling me because of safety concerns?"
Perhaps that was part of the reason, but it wasn't the only reason. After fighting with Thor, he was more aware of his position in this world. If Thor had used most of his strength in the last attack, he could have won easily. This was not only because he didn't use his full strength, but also because his fighting style leaned towards agility. He was not at a disadvantage even after fighting head-on with Thor. Of course, his strength attribute was also very strong, but if he used both attributes, his strength would increase exponentially.
Humbly speaking, even if he wasn't the strongest person on Earth, he was still one of the best.
Was this not enough to protect the people who were important to him? Then what about the billions of people on Earth?
Actually, you fully understand, the voice in his heart said. What White Night did in the past went against the views of most people in this world. He was ruthless and his hands were stained with blood. Of course, you didn't care about what those people thought, but there was one person you cared about. When you were still Bruce, you could still lie to yourself that you didn't do it, but now you are White Night.
He didn't want Hotch to know that White Night was Bruce. He couldn't imagine how Hotch would view him if he knew about those things. He had thought of telling Hotch about White Night's past, but every time he wanted to say it, something stopped him. It seemed to be some kind of fear. How could Hotch accept him like that?
He actually … wanted to separate White Night and Bruce. He even wanted to solve all the problems with Bruce and return to Bruce's body to have sex with Hotch happily. However, there was a problem now. Bruce's body was probably dead.
What should he do?
Bai Ye crossed the road expressionlessly. There was a kind of confusion in his heart. Fine and cold snowflakes fell on his face. He wiped his face.
It was snowing? Did he do it again? However, he didn't want to control his emotions at this moment. He looked up at the sky. It suddenly became a dense snowstorm.
"Beep beep —" The bright headlights shone on his face. A car suddenly braked in front of him, almost touching the corner of his shirt. The driver fiercely honked a few times.
White Night was standing in the middle of the road. There weren't many cars on the road at night. Most of the cars that passed by just slowed down to avoid the road he was standing on. Only this car stopped in front of him and kept honking at him to leave. He was already in a bad mood. At this moment, a nameless anger rose in his heart.
"Hey, kid, if you want to kill yourself, go somewhere else. Why are you standing in the middle of the road? If you hit me, the driver will be in so much trouble …" The driver opened the window and stuck his head out to shout. Bai Ye glanced at him, and the driver immediately stopped talking. He felt his mind go blank, as if he was being stared at by some dangerous creature. He only came back to his senses when the car behind him honked. There was no one in front of him. The driver was paralyzed in his seat with cold sweat all over his body. His hands were holding the steering wheel, but they kept trembling. His brain was still sending signals of fear to his body.
"What kind of person is this? No, is he still human?" The driver muttered. He tried a few times before stepping on the accelerator and driving away. That pair of nightmarish eyes lingered in his mind.
White Night, of course, didn't know what kind of trauma he had left in others. He had already rushed back to his temporary residence. He jumped up to the third floor and entered his room through the window. He didn't want to think about that matter anymore. However, he still felt something in his heart that he wanted to vent. He picked up Snow and walked away before jumping out of the window.
What he didn't know was that less than a minute after he left, Steve's phone in the next room rang.
Steve was startled awake from his sleep. He held the phone and looked at the time. "Do you know it's one in the morning?!"
"Captain, Mr. White went out the window again." A voice came from the phone.
"What's wrong with that? Didn't he just go out three hours ago? " Ever since Steve had a new guest, he would receive at least a few calls like this every day. There were many agents monitoring White Night nearby. They would report White Night's situation to Steve. If there was a possibility of serious consequences, Steve would immediately take action.
At the beginning, Steve followed White Night out at night. He discovered that White Night only went to a bar and was stopped. He was suspected of being underage and had to show his ID. The next day, White Night's ID arrived in a rush. After that, it was mostly small things like eating and shopping. He was even discovered by White Night a few times, so he stopped tailing him. He only asked for a report if anything happened. After all, there was a large group of agents monitoring White Night's every move.
"Mr. White went out with his knife."
"What?" Steve sat up in bed in shock and quickly changed his clothes. "Where did he go?"
"I don't know. He last appeared on the surveillance camera at the entrance of the residential area and then disappeared."
"What about the phone's location?" White Night's phone was s.h.e.l.d., and he had not changed it.
"Unable to locate."
Steve hung up and jumped out of the window. He pressed a button on his phone and dialed White Night's number. His phone was set to White Night's emergency mode. To his relief, the call was quickly picked up. "White, where are you?" He asked without waiting for the other party to speak. After all, he had seen how destructive White Night's knife was. The glass on the surface of the s.h.e.l.d. building was still being installed.
"I need a place with no one around. It's relatively empty. It's best if it can withstand damage."
"What are you doing?" Steve heard White Night's calm voice and had a bad feeling.
"Practicing with a knife."
Steve's heart skipped a beat. "I'll take you there. s.h.e.l.d. has a special training ground."
"Are you sure it can withstand damage? I won't compensate you. "
Steve thought about his destructive power and felt uncertain. "Why don't we go to the suburbs?"
When the sun rose, Steve saw that White Night had finally put away his knife. He rubbed his forehead. The snow had finally stopped, and his hair and clothes were already wet. Steve asked curiously, "Is this also one of your powers?"
There were deep scratches on the trees and rocks around them. White Night just stood there and swung his knife. The knife clearly couldn't touch those things, but there was an invisible and sharp energy that kept destroying things around with the swing of the knife.
"I didn't use any strength." White Night took out his phone and sat down beside a rock. He did not use any of the energy in his body. He was just venting the strength in his body. When he sat on the rock, it suddenly split into a few pieces, and the parts that were split were smooth sections.
Steve was speechless. This was called not using any strength … He saw that White Night did not succeed in sitting down after changing a few places. The rocks and trees would always shatter when he touched them, and the surrounding area was filled with marks from White Night's knife. He suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction.
White Night sat on the ground expressionlessly and started typing on his phone.
Hotch heard the ringtone and reached out to touch the phone on the bedside table. He pressed it in his hand and realized that it wasn't his phone that was ringing. He sat up from the bed and felt a chill. He was surprised to see that it was snowy white outside the window. Winter had passed for a few months.
His head hurt a little. It seemed that he should not have drunk so much last night, but … Hotch put down his phone and listened to the ringing. A complicated expression appeared on his pale face. He had been telling himself not to dwell on the past and was finally ready to accept the fact that Bruce was gone. He locked the phone left behind by Bruce in the cabinet.
He found the key and opened the cabinet. He took out the phone and realized that it was not a call, but a music player that had been turned on. Hotch frowned and pressed a button to turn off the music player. A page suddenly popped up with a line of words.
[Aaron, it's Bruce. How have you been?]
Hotch's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the phone. His heart trembled, and a sense of ecstasy overwhelmed his senses. Bruce was still alive? But he quickly calmed down. Many thoughts flashed through his mind. If Bruce was not dead, why didn't he just come back and not talk to him? This might not be Bruce. Just as he was about to type, another line of words popped up.
[I know you'll doubt my identity. I have my own reasons for contacting you like this. I … I still remember what I said at the National Museum's Crescent Arch Park that day. Did Jack like the full set of Team America collector's cards that I gave him? Also, I miss you, so it's snowing.]
Hotch looked at the words on the phone. It mentioned something that no one other than them knew, and it could prove his identity. Did this mean that this was really Bruce? Tears welled up in his eyes, and his hands were trembling as he typed the words.
White Night sat on the ground and looked at the long line of words on the phone. The other party did not respond, and he was a little nervous. His original phone, Meggen, had left a program in it. His current phone, S.H.E.L.D., was the same. He could communicate through the program without worrying about the message being leaked.
[I'm fine. Where are you?]
White Night suddenly clenched his phone and smiled. But with a crack, the phone in his hand was crushed. His smile froze on his face. He turned to look at Steve, who was not far away. "I need a phone. Now, right now."
"Oh, use mine." Steve looked at White Night's stiff and ferocious smile. When he handed over his phone, he could not help but say, "You're not fit to smile, really."
White Night returned to his expressionless face. "I'm going back." After that, he disappeared. He realized that Steve's phone had not been installed with Meggen's program. He could not guarantee that it would be safe. If he wanted to install it, he had to go back.
On the way back, White Night thought of Steve's comment on his smile. He recalled that he had barely smiled in the reincarnation space. Maybe his current body did not remember how to smile. He must practice in front of the mirror to ensure that he could show a warm smile when he saw Hotch, and it had to look good.
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