"Mr. Adam Jones, please cooperate with me."
Two days after the attack, in a conference room at the headquarters of International Genetic Technologies, Coulson, dressed in a black-and-white suit and wearing his usual friendly smile, spoke to Dilos, who was disguised as Adam Jones:
"This would benefit both me and your company. I'm sure you want to catch the people who caused your company such serious losses."
"Please believe me, Mr. Coulson." Dilos, still disguised as Adam Jones, picked up the glass beside him and took a sip of the red wine. With an air of 'annoyance,' he said, "Everything I've told you is true. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to check our cameras, even our database records. Other than our technology for combining dinosaur genes, there's nothing here worth spying on."
"So you're still convinced that everything was plotted by companies that don't want you to reopen Jurassic Park and make money?"
Coulson raised an eyebrow. His friendly smile disappeared, and he looked sternly at Dilos. "Sir, please don't treat me like a fool. I know you're wary of S.H.I.E.L.D., but believe me, S.H.I.E.L.D. is an organization that protects world peace. The incident your company suffered falls within S.H.I.E.L.D.'s area of responsibility. At this point, only S.H.I.E.L.D. can help you resolve it."
Then Coulson added, "Unless you've done something illegal and are worried we'll find evidence against you. Am I right?"
By the end, Coulson had even dropped the polite formalities. A sharp glint flashed in his pale gray eyes as he pressed Dilos.
This was Coulson's usual interrogation technique. He put pressure on the person being questioned, using his knowledge of psychology and facial microexpressions to observe their every move. At the same time, he drew conclusions from what he saw, then followed up