Chapter 271

It's not difficult to find out a person's identity.

Perhaps the most difficult thing in the world is to completely erase a person's trace.

Especially in today's era, information explosion, even if the intentional person has a lot of resources and energy and wants to erase a person's trace, it can't stop the intentional person from finding out the person's trace from every corner through various means.

Summer night is obviously the man behind.

Through Natasha, Tony, their huge contacts and database, borrowed the system of the Divine Shield, and he soon got a name.

Victor Clark!

Birthplace, time, growth experience... A series of materials are complete.

He was also a genius. At the age of 20, he had received a doctorate in neurobiology.

Moreover, it is said that the brain science developed through in-depth research not only has a detailed research and understanding of brain structure and function, but also puts forward countless possibilities and has published more than one book on relevant knowledge.

However, the resume in the next three years has become ordinary, just like disappearing in all sentient beings.

After skipping the three-year resume, he died

Died in a car accident.

But summer night looked at victor who lacked a hand. He really couldn't see where there were signs of a car accident except the knife he gave him?

"So, you should have been in contact with Hydra people when you were 20 years old? In the next three years, is it just to pave the way for your 'death'?"

The tone of summer night is peaceful and thinks he is very approachable.

Victor didn't say a word. The wound on his hand was carefully bandaged by summer night. There were blood stains, but it didn't affect anything... Of course, if he tried to hold a gun and shoot with his right hand in the future, it would be a little difficult.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you don't talk."

Summer night said: "I know it's hard to get people like you to speak. I don't have my own professional interrogators now. I'm really a little unprofessional to try to get something out of your mouth. But it doesn't matter... I don't only have you as a chip. You know, the one in the basement should know as much as you once he recovers his memory."

"He will never know too much."

When Victor heard this, he looked at summer night: "he's just a weapon, a tool!"

"So, you are the one who uses weapons and tools?" summer night smiled: "Actually, I'm quite curious. Why don't we have a chat? According to your nine headed snake's wide network style, special talents like you don't need to die? Instead, they will be placed in a special position that needs you, so that you can give full play to your professional knowledge, so that you can make greater progress and have more say in the relevant environment. But why Just accept the arrangement of 'death'? "

Victor closed his eyes and refused to cooperate.

Summer night sighed: "such an attitude is too sad."

He stood up and said, "but fortunately, it doesn't matter. We still have time... In a few days, I may bring a friend to be a good companion with you."

After that, the summer night put the people away.

As he said, he was not professional in the interrogation. He talked to Victor with an ordinary attitude. If he could get something useful, it would be better. If he couldn't get it out, it would be just a waste of his time. It's no big deal.

Carrying the prepared food, the summer night came to the underground, in front of the cell on that floor.

When Bucky heard the footsteps, he opened his eyes, glanced at the summer night, and closed his eyes again.

Summer night was a little speechless: "you hydras, in the end, are a terrorist organization or a Xiuxian sect? You know to sit all day and then close your eyes... Are you going to go up to the Ninth Heaven one day, and then come back to me for revenge?"

Bucky frowned. He always felt that the man was inexplicable.

What does that mean?

When the food was delivered to the room on summer night, his mind was thinking that although Harry got out of such a large prison here, it was not practical.

So many cells, not to mention whether they can be full, even if they can be full, who will cook for them?

It's so secret here. It's absolutely unreliable to hire ordinary people. Point to cooking for them alone on summer night?

Not to mention whether he will be tired to death on summer night, but that his craftsmanship is not very visible. This can be seen from Bucky's increasingly thin face.

Anyway, the summer night felt that he couldn't eat what he made.

It's hard for Bucky to eat every meal. What does the child have to be hungry?

He brought in the food, and then sent in a tablet computer on summer night. There was a TV hanging in the cell. Obviously, it was a "hardcover" cell. He checked in with his bag and didn't have to buy furniture.

All the videos on TV are from the memorial About Steve's years.

None of these videos carries the image of summer night... How can it give people any illusion that this country did not recognize his existence in those years? Keep it as gossip in the mouth of the people after dinner?

Playing these things on summer night is to stimulate Bucky.

But for a long time, the stimulation may not be there, but there are some hypnotic effects, making Bucky sleepy every day... So it seems that people always like to close their eyes, but they are not really cultivating immortals.

Bucky took the tablet and turned it on. The voice of summer night came like a shadow: "now it's calm outside, and all the young moths are dormant together. It's like a little squirrel who has stored food for the winter and is ready for the winter. People really don't understand such a peaceful world."

There is no system on the tablet, and there is no Internet connection. There are only a few saved news videos to relieve his boredom.

So as not to disconnect him from the society for a long time.

In the future, we will take him out to fight. After all, he is not a real prisoner, so take special care of him on summer night.

Bucky eats with the news. It seems that only in this way can these hard to swallow food become delicious.

However, as he ate, his expression suddenly stiffened and pursed his lips: "the king of decapitation."