Marvel turns into Iron Man

455 Chapter 453 The Interrogation of Sitwell

"You talk about the future—how could you possibly predict the future?"

Rogers looked coldly at Sitwell, who was prostrate at his feet, but the words he spit out were full of disdain.

But when his words fell into Sitwell's ears, they had another meaning.

"How could it be impossible to predict..."

Sitwell sneered and slowly got up from the floor.

"Bank records, medical records, education, political affiliation, emails, phone calls, what do you think these things are?!"

"It was Zola who taught Hydra the rules of modern society. Similarly, it also taught us how to control the rules."

"Captain Rogers, the 21st century is an e-book."

"We just need to read the numbers on it, and we can get everything we want."

He waved his arms, made a fanatical look, and screamed loudly, telling the truth of the world.

And Rogers heard it, understood it, and had absolutely no reason to refute.

"So, after your assessment is complete, what happens?"

Rogers took a step forward, and after getting closer, he grabbed Sitwell's bow tie again and pulled him up, asking threateningly.

"The Helicarrier's weapon system will target everyone, everyone who may pose a threat to Hydra."

"Whether or not they actually pose a threat to us now, they will be wiped out, millions of people."

But Sitwell now had a somewhat ferocious smile on his face.

He already knew that he couldn't escape, so he simply told everything.

Millions of people—this number weighed on Rogers' heart like a mountain, making him a little breathless.

Maniacs, maniacs, are a bunch of fucking sociopathic maniacs, what qualifications do they have? !

Rogers' face was very ugly, and in Natasha's eyes, he looked rather hideous.

"Steve, I think we have to tell Toni about this..."

She reached out and patted Rogers' shoulder lightly, and asked softly in his ear.

There could be millions of lives at stake, and things are getting a little out of control right now.

Even if Rogers still wants to solve all this, but in the face of the fear of millions of lives, he dare not be sure.

He sighed slowly, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number that he didn't usually contact.

The call was connected after a few seconds, but there was some loud music coming from the other end of the phone.

The opposite seemed to be on the dance floor of a party, and the intense and dynamic electronic music was so loud that Rogers' eardrums hurt a little.

Fortunately, the other party seemed to have noticed that it was not a good place. After leaving the dance floor, the loud music quieted down.

"Steve, I'm in Monaco, what happened, you haven't contacted me for a while?"

Miss Stark's voice rang through the speaker of the mobile phone, with a rather surprised look.

Rogers didn't have time to pay attention to anything, and immediately talked about the troubles they encountered at this time.

Although it is not clear why she would go out to Europe at such a time, Rogers still has no doubts about her.

After quietly listening to Rogers' explanation, the other end of the phone was silent for a while.

"As you said, the situation does seem to be complicated—"

"I'm on the other side of the earth now, I'm afraid it's hard to get back in time, so I'm a little powerless."

Miss Stark was a little swaying in his answer, as if she didn't care about the lives of millions of people at stake in her words.

"Nineteen hours, Toni, you can catch up if you start going back now!"

"Ah—what did you say, I didn't hear clearly—the signal doesn't seem to be very good here—"

Who knows how Monaco, the largest and most luxurious entertainment capital in the world, has a bad signal.

But Miss Stark did use such a lame excuse to hang up the call of Steve Rogers very rudely.

"What does she mean by that? Is she not going to take care of those people?"

Rogers looked at Natasha beside him with some blank eyes, but saw Natasha holding back a smile.

Natasha was standing beside him, of course she could hear everything that happened on the phone, that's why she looked like she wanted to laugh but couldn't hold it back.

"It's true that she hung up on you on purpose, but do you think she will really refuse to save those people?"

After listening to Natasha's words, Rogers was silent, but looked at each other with deep eyes.

"She set up a superhero fraternity all by herself. Do you think she set up this fraternity just for fun?"

As Natasha said, she reached out and patted Rogers' shoulder lightly, giving him a reassuring look.

"But even so, why did she insist on hanging up on me?"

Looking at Jasper Sitwell, who was restrained by Sam Wilson, Rogers frowned and asked in confusion.

"Do you think that such a big incident in S.H.I.E.L.D. will be hidden from her 'eyes'?"

"Not to mention that the two of us blatantly stood on the opposite side of S.H.I.E.L.D., even after Nick Fury was assassinated and killed, she was the first to look for her."

"Do you think she will really be in Monaco? I don't think so, maybe she is in Washington at this time."

"Maybe even right next to us, waiting to see the fun of the two of us being bumped into by her like headless flies—"

Natasha is indeed a "best friend" who has been with Miss Stark for a long time, and she does know a little bit about what she will do.

Rogers stood there in a daze for a long time, not expecting any logical loopholes in Natasha's words.

If it was the girl from the Stark family, such a wicked thing would indeed very likely happen.

As for why, it is naturally because such things do happen from time to time, and it is not just the first time that Rogers has been tricked.

Thinking of this, he has no other choice but to take a step forward and take a look.

Of course, the most important thing right now is the insight into the plan.

After all, there are only nineteen hours left before the launch of the Insight Project.

Rogers immediately led Sam and Natasha to escort Sitwell downstairs, and got into the black Mercedes when they came.

Driven by Sam Wilson, it drove towards SHIELD's Tricurve Wing Building headquarters on Theodore Roosevelt Island.

PS:

Still struggling with what to write in the next chapter