It wasn't difficult to figure out a person's identity.
In this world, the most difficult thing was to completely erase a person's traces.
Especially in this era where information was exploding, even if someone had a lot of resources and energy and wanted to erase a person's traces, they couldn't stop someone from using all kinds of means to find that person's traces in every nook and cranny.
Summer Night was obviously the person behind all of this.
Through the huge network and database of Natasha and Tonny, he quickly got a name using S.H.I.E.L.D.'s system.
Victor?
Clark!
Birthplace, time, growth experience … A series of information was very complete.
He was also a genius. At the age of twenty, he already had a PhD in neurobiology.
It was also said that his in-depth study of brain science not only had a detailed understanding of the structure and function of the brain, but also put forward countless possibilities. More than one book on this subject had been published.
However, in the following three years, his resume had become mediocre, as if he had vanished from the masses.
And after skipping over these three years, he died …
Died in a car accident.
Summer Night looked at Victor, who had lost a hand, and couldn't find any trace of a car accident on his body except for the stab she gave him.
"So, you should have been in contact with the Hydra people when you were twenty years old?
And the reason why you were so ordinary in the next three years was just to pave the way for your 'death'? "
Midsummer Night's tone was very calm. He thought that he was very approachable.
Victor didn't say a word. The wound on his hand was carefully bandaged by Midsummer Night. Although there were some blood stains, it didn't affect anything … Of course, if he still tried to hold a gun with his right hand, it would be a bit difficult for him.
"It's okay, it's okay if you don't talk."
Summer Night said, "I know that it's very difficult to get people like you to talk. I don't have my own professional interrogators right now, so it's really unprofessional of me to try and get some information out of you.
But it's okay … You're not the only chip I have.
You know, the one in the basement, once he regains his memory, he should know as much as you do. "
"I don't think he knows too much."
Victor heard this and looked at Midsummer Night, "He's just a weapon, a tool!"
"So, you are the one who uses weapons?" Midsummer Night smiled, "Actually, I'm quite curious, why don't we have a chat?
According to the style of Hydra, special people like you don't need to 'die', right?
Instead, you will be placed in a position where you are specially needed, allowing you to display your professional knowledge. This will allow you to make greater progress and gain more right to speak in the relevant environment.
But why did you accept the arrangement of 'death'? "
Victor closed his eyes and refused to cooperate.
Summer Night sighed, "This kind of attitude is too hurtful."
He stood up and said, "Fortunately, it doesn't matter. We still have time … In a few days, I might bring a friend over to keep you company."
After that, Midsummer Night put him away.
As he said, he is not a professional in interrogation. If he can get something useful from talking to Victor in a normal manner, it would be better. If he can't, it's just a waste of his time.
Carrying the prepared food, Summer Night went down to the dungeon on the first floor.
Bucky opened his eyes when he heard the footsteps, glanced at Midsummer Night, and closed his eyes again.
Midsummer Night was a little speechless, "Is your Hydra a terrorist organization or a cultivation sect?
You only know how to sit all day long, and then close your eyes … Are you going to go straight to the Ninth Heaven one day and then come to me for revenge? "
Bucky frowned, always feeling that this man's words are very inexplicable.
What the hell does this mean?
When Midsummer Night brought the food to the room, he was thinking that although Harry made such a big prison here, it was not very practical.
With so many cells, not to mention whether they could be full, even if they could be full, who would cook for them?
This place is so secretive, it is absolutely unreliable to hire ordinary people. Do you expect Midsummer Night to cook for them alone?
Not to mention whether Midsummer Night will die of exhaustion, his cooking skills are not very good, which can be seen from Bucky's increasingly thin face.
In any case, Summer Night himself felt that he wouldn't be able to eat the food he made.
It was hard for Bucky to eat every meal cleanly. How hungry must the child be?
After Summer Night delivered the food, she also sent a tablet computer into the cell. There was also a television hanging in the cell. Obviously, this was a 'deluxe' version of the cell. You could just enter the cell with your luggage, and there was no need to buy any furniture.
The TV was all the videos about Steve that were taken from the memorial.
There wasn't a single image of Xia Zhi Ye in any of these videos … This country had never acknowledged his existence back then, so how could he have given anyone any illusions?
It will become a gossip in the mouths of the people.
Midsummer Night played these things to give Bucky some stimulation.
However, after a long time, the stimulation may not be there, but the hypnotic effect is there, making Bucky sleepy every day … It seems that Bucky always likes to close his eyes, so he is not really cultivating.
Bucky took the tablet computer and turned it on, and Midsummer Night's voice followed like a shadow. "Now it is calm outside, and all the moths are dormant together.
It was like a squirrel that had stored its food for the winter and was preparing to get through the winter.
Such a peaceful world is really a bit incomprehensible. "
There is no system on the tablet, nor is it connected to the Internet. There are only a few news videos that have been saved to relieve his boredom.
So that he will not be out of touch with this society for too long.
In the future, he will be taken to war. After all, he is not a real prisoner, so Midsummer Night takes special care of him.
Bucky eats with the news, as if this is the only way to make these difficult to swallow food taste good.