Hill was able to walk up to where he was today, and his mind was certainly flexible enough.
Upon hearing Halogen Egg's words, he immediately understood the various keys.
If Clark's precognitive ability was the kind of situation that Halogen Egg was talking about, then Clark would certainly not be able to predict everything in the future either.
Because a lot of things, after he tried to make a change, a lot of unpredictable changes would follow.
There was no need to elaborate on the butterfly effect.
But no matter what, having the knowledge of a step in advance can have an unexpected effect in many cases.
Take the Pi Lama's matter for example, he knew in advance that he was Hydra, and on the basis of this important information, the layout would gain an innate advantage that was unimaginable to ordinary people.
And this time, Halcyon asked him to participate in the interrogation of Hydra, naturally, it was also due to this aspect.
Nodding slightly in understanding, Hill turned and asked again, "It looks like you seem to have a great deal of trust in Clark, no matter if it's the Cosmic Tesseract from before or the current intelligence sharing, you've made a rare concession."
Halcyon, on the other hand, smiled gently, "And after observing him for such a long time, I am also basically sure that he is also a partner of justice, although there are his ambitions, but perhaps it is also his ambition to be able to better protect the Earth from harm in the midst of future perils."
Gazing over at the Quinjet that was approaching from afar, Halcyon continued, "Although that guy's character is a bit annoying, there is one thing that we both perceive in the same way. We both believe more in the power of superheroes than weapons of mass destruction."
Hill sniffed, "Is there a fundamental difference between the two?"
"The difference lies in the fact that every superhero has their own mind, their own bottom line. The one who thinks of utilizing their power, his goal will certainly not be something beyond their bottom line. Those who are truly ambitious, on the other hand, will certainly be more interested in weapons that are easier to control."
Hill nodded in understanding.
When it came to Clark, she had always maintained a public-private attitude; she could send Lee to the door for some psychological comfort when he was in trouble, but she would never joke about taking S.H.I.E.L.D.'s interests into account.
This was her bottom line!
So in many cases, when it came to Clark, she rarely took a stance, and even less would she mix public and private.
Suddenly, Halcyon turned back around and her gaze landed on Hill, "What do you think Clark will research with the Tesseract after he gets his hands on it?"
Hill couldn't help but lose his smile at his words, "I'm guessing he'll probably just throw it at Hank Pym."
"But Hank Pym is old, and almost all of his research now is in the service of Clark, except for the Pym particles." Speaking of this, Halcyon's face couldn't help but turn odd, "Speaking of which, maybe they haven't even realized this themselves, or maybe they've already found out and don't care?"
"That's not really a good guess." Hill gently shook her head, "If I have to guess a hypothesis, I think it might be using the energy of the Tesseract as an energy source, or making weapons, like we did before?"
"No!" Halcyon shook his head, "I'd bet twenty dollars that he's going to use the Tesseract to build himself a piece of equipment rather than making weapons that can be mass-produced."
"That does sound a lot like Clark's style, but I'll bet you."
If Clark had heard their conversation, he would have been shocked.
He didn't expect that Halogen, a guy who had never been a great match for him, would actually know him better than Hill, a beautiful woman who had had negative distance contact with him.
Perhaps, Clark would even take him for a confidant because of that.
You know too much!
...
A few moments later, Clark had already met Halogen and Hill under Coulson's leadership.
As for Sharon and Natasha, the two beauties, because they couldn't stand the sandy soil all over their bodies, they ran to take a shower the first time they returned to S.H.I.E.L.D..
After a brief exchange, Clark obtained the permission to view the information of all Hydra spies.
While flipping through the images in the computer projection, looking for clues related to his own memory, Clark casually asked, "That means you have not interrogated all the captives before this?"
"I think with your assistance, I should be able to avoid making some mistakes." Halcyon said somewhat helplessly, "You also know how deep Hydra hides, some of the captives were silenced before we could interrogate them."
"This is him, let's start with this person." As he spoke, Clark had already found a target from amongst a large pile of information by this time, clicking on the projection to zoom in, but it was a white bald head.
Unlike the photos of other agents who were more or less serious, this bald agent called Hitwell had a smiling star face, looking like Yi Xiaoxing, looking festive.
This festive looking agent Clark has the impression of being kicked downstairs by the Black Widow in the movie, and then pulled by the Falcon collar grips on the roof after, immediately scared to pee, said what he knew. A rare goon in the midst of a HYDRA team full of loyalists who take poison and kill themselves at the first sign of capture.
Using him as a breakthrough was definitely a good choice.
Halcyon also knew that this person was usually close to Pierce, and after nodding, he said, ''Agent Hill, you are responsible for assisting Clark with the interrogation. Also, no one is allowed to approach the room where Heatwell is until the questioning is over."
...
The bald-headed Hitwell caller was in a panic right now.
Since Hydra's branch in S.H.I.E.L.D. had fallen on hard times, he had been arrested by Black Widow is straight away before he could evacuate. Now his hands and feet were controlled on a special chair, and even his mouth was stuffed with a special device to prevent him from biting his tongue or something.
Heaven and earth, he could swear to God that he never wanted to kill himself ah!
"Ka!"
The soft thud of the door lock opening sounded like a thunderbolt in Brother Baldy's ears.
What should come, is it coming after all?
As the door of the room was opened, Brother Baldy also finally saw exactly what kind of people appeared in front of him.
One of them was none other than the assistant director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the strong woman Maria Hill who had been promoted to deputy director after the incident of eliminating HYDRA.
This person was very familiar to him, and in the past, everyone could have sat down and talked and laughed. But now that the person was the chief trial manager and he was a prisoner, how could he relax?
And when he saw the man who appeared with Hill, the bald brother even widened his eyes at once.
This man, although he hadn't seen him with his own eyes, he had studied the information about this man more than many times.
A man who possessed the ability of mysterious precognition!
A monster who could crush Iron Man and even Abomination with his physical strength alone!
At the same time, he was also the world's leading best-selling author, screenwriter and producer of long-running movies, and the most legendary man in Hollywood history!
What's more, this man is Clark Lee, the Gravedigger of the HYDRA branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. to which he owes his allegiance!
Alexander Pierce, the object of Baldur's previous greatest fear and loyalty, was arranged to die step by step by this young man with a profile age of 27 years old and an actual age of only 17 years old!
Seeing this man who could even crush Pi Lama, Brother Baldy's heart couldn't help but become more flustered.
Looking at the fear-filled Bald Brother with a smile, Clark casually instructed the Hill beside him, "Remove the object from his mouth, this person is absolutely not courageous enough to commit suicide."
In this interrogation today, Clark was the main interrogator, while Hill was merely his assistant.
But the more main reason for letting Hill take over for him was because he simply didn't know what to do with this thing that was used to stuff his mouth.
In case of any problems, not only will let Hill look at the joke, and even in the eyes of the image of his majesty will be damaged, the trial will have a negative impact.
Hill did not think so much, immediately stepped forward and removed the special spherical device that was stuffed in the bald brother's mouth, so that he could not bite his tongue to kill himself, and then threw this saliva-stained thing to the side with great disdain.
"Alright, now we can officially get started."
As he spoke, Clark's face had revealed a Loki-style evil smile, which caused Brother Bald to see a burst of scalp numbness.
At the same time, the magnificent and solemn background music that sounded like countless people chanting hymns in unison rang out, the very same bgm ritual that could make people feel pain!
As the music sounded, all preparations were considered completely ready.
Clark casually a move, a shiny steel needle slowly fly out of his clothes pocket, suspended in his palm above, this is precisely through the "blood dome" ability, the formation of electromagnetic waves that can control the gravitational force and repulsive force of a kind of application, it looks as if out of thin air Royal object, forced style full.
With Clark saw towards the bald brother casually waved his hand, go you!
"Ah!!! ..."
The steel needle just in the back of the hand of the bald brother, slapdash like zapping a bit, the bald brother is feeling a kind of as if the whole arm has been cut down like the intense pain, the pain that he hated to pass out on the spot, but on the contrary, his consciousness with Clark this steel needle, become extraordinarily lucid.
It was only after a long time that the feeling of pain that penetrated his bones gradually faded away.
"Swish!"
Along with Clark in a hand, that steel needle has once again suspended up, together with the appearance of no less than a hundred densely packed steel needle, just like this suspended in front of the bald brother, see him a burst of heart chills.
"Deputy Commissioner Hill, save me!"
Facing the threat in front of his eyes, Brother Baldy had already forgotten his own position, and started to be desperate for help.
"Stop screaming!" Clark continued to control his facial muscles to maintain a Rocky-esque evil smile, and said viciously, "It's useless for you to call Deputy Director Hill, it's useless for you to call Director Fury, and it's useless for you to call the President of Rice."
"Today, if you don't tell us everything you know. This festive little face of yours, it's gone! This pair of hands that can write official documents, also gone!"
Facing Clark's threat, Brother Bald's choice was to wimp out in seconds!
"I'll say, I'll say everything, please stop stabbing! It hurts too much!"