"Name?"
"Barry-Alan."
"Age?"
"25."
"Gender?"
"Huh? Am I not obvious enough?"
"Cut the nonsense! Be lenient if you confess, be strict if you resist!"
The young agent in the interrogation room slammed the table hard and said sternly, "S.H.I.E.L.D. will not wrongly accuse a good person, nor will he let a bad person go! Tell your questions honestly!"
"Okay... man."
"Where are you from? What is your purpose? We will conduct a mental test on you later to confirm whether you have anti-social and anti-human tendencies."
"I don't, sir..."
A weak voice came from the darkness.
"I just run a little faster, but I'm by no means a bad person!"
The young agent sneered and said in a deep voice, "Every guy who comes in says so! Answer the questions carefully!"
"I'm from Central City. Looking for someone."
The low voice replied.
"Looking for someone? Who are you looking for?"
The young agent stopped writing, looked up and asked.
However, there was a long silence on the other side.
In the dark room, only a lamp on the table was on.
The agent shines a light on the man, illuminating the face being interrogated.
With messy blond hair and beautiful blue eyes, he looks like a boy next door, giving him a friendly feel.
The young agent was not fooled by his appearance. These days, villains look like good guys and good guys look like villains.
In the words of Director Nick-Fury, "gentle scum" and "dressed beasts" are currently popular.
"You should all have heard of his name. His name is Luke-Cahill - Luke said that he is very famous here and is... a super idol?"
The young man who calls himself Barry-Allen said in organizational language.
He was imprisoned on a metal chair, with his hands and feet shackled.
It is difficult to twist the body and change into a more comfortable position.
As one of the members of Justice League and the superhero of Central City, it was the first time for Barry to experience the feeling of being interrogated as a criminal.
"What did you say?"
The expression of the young agent sitting opposite suddenly changed after hearing the answer.
"You seem to be very hard of hearing, sir."
Barry repeated it seriously and said, "...Luke is a good person. We fought side by side to prevent the catastrophe of Flashpoint."
Caught off guard, the young agent didn't know what to do when he heard the name Superman.
A few seconds later, he heard the deep voice of Director Nick-Fury coming from the headset.
"Don't review it for now. The paper files will be sealed and the electronic data will be deleted."
The young agent nodded, packed his things, and stood up.
He walked around behind Barry and injected a powerful anesthetic into his neck cleanly.
Outside the interrogation room, there is the monitoring room on the fifteenth floor.
Nick-Fury's dark face couldn't see any change, but his expression looked more gloomy.
Luke-Cahill.
That's the name Superman.
Now I am qualified, or dare to call it that.
Except for veteran figures like Ms. Carter, Captain America, Howard-Mr. Stark...
There is no one else.
Everyone more or less adds a respectful prefix.
For example, Your Excellency General, Mr. Director, God Among Men... and so on.
"It concerns Superman. I must report to Ms. Carter."
Nick-Fury squinted his eyes. Thanks to Captain Marvel being brought back to Earth, there were no subsequent twists and turns.
That Flerken looks like a cat but is actually very dangerous.
It has become Luke's house pet, allowing him to avoid becoming a disabled person.
"Such a trivial matter would disturb... that person, will it appear that S.H.I.E.L.D. is too incompetent?"
In the monitoring room, the rough-looking Garrett coughed twice.
He sat next to Nick-Fury, speaking casually, looking relaxed, and not at all restrained.
"Concealing it and not reporting it is a true sign of incompetence."
The black man Director said in a deep voice.
He and Gatler were once organized into the secret team of "Zodiac" and assigned to perform tasks around the world.
In a sense, the two are old comrades-in-arms.
Having such a relationship, there is no need to deliberately abide by the rules of superiors and subordinates.
"I'm worried - that person has been behind the scenes for a long time and has given us the power of S.H.I.E.L.D.."
Garrett rubbed his chin and carefully felt the prickly beard.
"Maybe he doesn't want us to disturb his peaceful life."
Nick-Fury didn't say anything, he just rushed back from Superman's party.
Over the years, Your Excellency seems to have retreated behind the scenes and generously delegated power, but in fact, he has shifted his sights to a broader place.
Parallel universe...
Nick-Fury thought of this word and his eyes flashed.
He holds a high position and is qualified to know these secrets.
"Garrett, you know, since S.H.I.E.L.D. executed Project Insight, no one can escape our sight."
Nick-Fury looked serious and said seriously, "But I previously conducted a global high-authority search for the name 'Barry-Allen' in the database."
"I'm not getting any correct results! It's like he never existed!"
Gatler Hearing this, his complexion changed slightly and he realized something was wrong.
Human beings cannot be Spectre. As long as they have existed and lived, they will inevitably leave traces.
"It seems like something big is about to happen."
Garrett couldn't help but take out the cigarette, without lighting it, just smelling the smell.
There was a hint of excitement in his eyes. The world had been peaceful for so long that many people felt a little bored.
"Barry-Alan?"
Luke raised his eyebrows, the party was over.
After the old friends reminisced for a while, they all left.
He leaned on the lounge chair and chatted with Peggy while gazing at the beautiful scenery in the swimming pool.
Nick-Fury is not qualified yet, so talk to Superman directly.
The information he reports is usually relayed by his predecessor Director Peggy-Carter.
"Flash has come to... my world."
Luke was not too surprised, but instead raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.
"Your vacation is coming to an end, right?"
Peggy was sitting on the recliner, holding his chin with one hand and tilting his head as he asked.
Her relationship with Superman is so close that she can communicate at a negative distance, and she knows more secrets than Nick-Fury.
Parallel universe, Box Theory... there is another set.
"It looks like this, Cosmic Entities, Living Tribunal... They have all waited too long."
Luke stretched out and sighed, "Me too, after being idle for too long, I feel like my body is about to get rusty."
"The vacation ends here, what follows is a magnificent... grand war!"
Peggy curled his hair with his fingers, blinked his beautiful eyes, and uttered seductive words like a siren——
"So tonight is the last holiday, do you want to have a complete carnival?"
Luke looked serious and asked, "For example?"
Peggy had a smile on his face and just looked at the women in the swimming pool.
"This is also a war."
Luke became interested and asked Barry to wait for one night. He currently has more important things to do.