After Coulson finished speaking, he turned to leave the Interrogation Room. Grant Ward, sensing something was wrong, immediately said, "Wait, you can't do this..."
"This is absolutely against the regulations..."
However, before Grant Ward could finish speaking, Coulson had already closed the Interrogation Room door and left.
Grant Ward breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Coulson leave, but remembering the surveillance cameras in the Interrogation Room, he knew he still had to behave well.
He understood Coulson's plan; he needed to play along, gain Skye's trust without revealing any weaknesses.
My partner is no ordinary person.
With Coulson gone, Skye became quite interested.
Thinking of Grant Ward's words, Skye took off her coat, revealing her stunning figure.
"You look very nervous, Agent Grant Ward."
Grant Ward glanced at Popeye in front of him, then looked up and said, "I'm recalling the training content."
Clearly, as agents, they had been trained on how to handle decoys.
"I will never reveal any classified information to a girl who is determined to sabotage us."
Skye got up from her seat, went to Grant Ward's side, and whispered, "How many have you killed?"
Grant Ward paused for a moment, then closed his eyes as if trying to recall something, but still began to count:
"They are all high-risk targets, but they are all bad people."
Skye walked around Grant Ward's left and then to his right, leaning forward with her arms on the table as she looked at him.
Grant Ward continued, "They tried to kill good people, but afterwards I still felt uneasy."
Skye continued, "Did your grandmother know about these things?"
Grant Ward looked at Skye, his expression pained. "Grandma?"
The two then had a conversation that lasted for an hour.
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On the other side.
Michael Peter returned to the factory where he used to work and begged his supervisor to give him back his job.
However, the supervisor paid no attention to Michael, and while inspecting the workshop, he said to Michael Peter, who was following behind him:
"I can't help Mike, it's company policy."
"You haven't met the workload requirements, so I have no choice but to fire you."
Michael Peter walked to the side of the supervisor and pleaded again, "Gary, I have no choice. I only have myself and my son left."
"I need a job to support us."
The manager stopped and refused again, saying, "We don't have any seats available."
"Mike, even if there is..."
"There are a hundred more people like you waiting, but they won't complain when their backs hurt."
Michael Peter explained, "I was injured then, but I'm much stronger now."
"I can do twice the amount of work as before."
In order to get the job, Michael said he was willing to do more.
However, the supervisor didn't take it seriously and instead said, "Weren't you listening to me?"
"You can't do it. When I say I need to move the things, I need to..."
Michael Peter glanced at the high pile of goods on the cart next to him, and shoved it several meters away, sending it crashing into the shelf and overturning to the ground.
"Is that so?"
Seeing Michael's behavior, Gary angrily retorted, "Are you out of your mind?"
Upon hearing his supervisor's scolding, Michael placed his hand on the other person's face and shoved him away as well.
Gary tumbled in the air, crashing into a steel pipe that had been pushed aside, knocking the pipe to the ground. He then passed out and slid off the pipe.
Looking at the supervisor lying on the ground, Michael pointed to the staff member next to him and said:
"These are all people, Gary."
"People."
"It's not a part that's simply replaced when it's broken."
As he spoke, Michael Peter grabbed an oxygen cylinder from the side and held it in his hand.
Gary lay on the ground, pleading, "It's not my fault, blame the company, it's company policy."
"I'm not a bad person, I'm not that bad person."
Michael Peter looked coldly at the supervisor on the ground and said, "No, you are."
"It's simple, just like in those old stories, you're the villain."
"And I am the hero."
After saying that, Michael Peter picked up the oxygen cylinder and swung it around, smashing it directly onto Gary's head.
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An hour later, as the effects of the drug wore off, Grant Ward collapsed in the Interrogation Room.
Skye had already come out and entered Coulson's Command Room.
Coulson glanced at Grant Ward on the screen and asked, "What did Grant Ward say to you?"
He said he had been to Paris, but didn't see anything.
He also said that it would be good if you just stayed in Tahiti.
Coulson laughed and said, "That's a magical place."
Skye glanced around and then said, "Grant Ward doesn't like your style, but I quite like it."
What about his?
At that moment, Coulson received a message and, with a wave of his hand, projected the video onto a screen in front of him.
A female reporter on camera said, "The situation remains critical. The staff couldn't identify the attacker, but the surveillance footage confirmed it."
"This man attacked the factory foreman and then damaged factory equipment worth tens of thousands of dollars."
Michael soon appeared in the news, along with footage of him damaging equipment.
Skye paused for a moment upon seeing this, then looked at Coulson and said, "This isn't right."
"This is not..."
"The people I met just needed a bit of luck or a job."
Coulson looked at Skye, nodded, and said, "Then let's give him some good luck."
What did you find out?
Skye thought for a moment. Now that the other person's face was revealed, there was no need to hide it anymore. She simply handed over the employee badge she had stolen from Mike.
Meanwhile, May, Fitz, Simmons, who were investigating the explosion site, had all returned to the plane.
Coulson pressed the receiver in his ear and said, "May, Fitz, Simmons, come here."
The three men entered quickly, and Coulson handed Fitz his work badge.
"Fitz, check his information."
Fitz took the badge, went to the workbench in the Command Room, and placed the badge on it for scanning.
Soon, all of Mike's information was available.
"Michael Peter, factory worker, married, with one child."
"I was injured and laid off, and my wife left me."
After listening to Fitz's report, Coulson said, "He's a good man, just a bit unlucky."
"The most likely scenario is that someone told him they could make him strong again and give him superpowers."
Mei, who was standing nearby, asked, "Who would have such technology, and what is their purpose in doing so?"
Coulson didn't answer immediately, but instead asked, "Fitz, are there any clues in the surveillance footage before the explosion?"