[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

After that, discussions about mutants continued for a long time.Lindell's role as a goblin has also been more or less affected-after all, this face that has not changed for more than ten years is known to many people in the industry-but after all, Peggy and Howard of S.H.I.E.L.D. This side, therefore, receives rather limited interference.

"Should I just give you a long vacation and find a place to spend some time?"

There were also people who suggested him so kindly, but Lindell shook his head and refused.All places on the outside of the world are similar to him. Thinking about it now, human society has changed for thousands of years, and I don’t know how Crowley and Aziraphale think about this change.

The situation was already tense like hot oil, but soon, someone poured a bucket of ice water on the hot oil, triggering a series of reactions.

——In the second year after the end of the Cuban Missile Crisis, President Kennedy was assassinated and killed by bullets in the throat and head.

It was an afternoon with very good visibility, direct sunlight, and no clouds in the sky. During the video broadcast across the United States, everyone could see that the bullet turned a corner in mid-air.

The result of this shooting was very neat. The skull of Mr. President flew half a car away. According to the original plan, he and his first lady would go to the Dallas trade exhibition hall and meet with nearly 50 people there. Thousands of local people delivered a speech.

The accompanying Governor Connally was also hit, and a bullet drew a strange arc in the air, reaping lives with an unstoppable posture.

Public opinion was rampant, and all kinds of evidence pointed to the mutants. Immediately afterwards, Eric Lanshere, who had disappeared for a long time, was arrested, and he was about to be brought to court by the angry police station and public opinion.

As we all know, after the Cuban Missile Crisis, he became one of the strongest leaders among various mutant organizations in the world.

Magneto - This has become a better known name than Eric.And his mutant ability is as famous as his name, the ability to control magnetism and metal, it is hard to imagine not being associated with the scene of the bullet turning.

Both CIA and S.H.I.E.L.D. moved into action. Lindell reopened the door of the place where he used to work for the first time, and asked for bail on the other party at the hearing about Magneto. His proposal was of course rejected: "I know As a minority you would naturally be on the side of mutants, but in this case the president was assassinated, we can't let people like that go free on bail without good reason."

So the goblin with the long blond hair pulled out...a gun.

With a swipe of the ground, countless guns were picked up, and the sights were pointed at him from afar, including colleagues he had been on field trips with.

"I'm sorry Senior Lindell, this is our rule... There is no evidence to prove Magneto's innocence, we can't let you take him away like this."

"But no one can prove him guilty either."

Lindell frowned slightly: "Since I was your lie detector in the past, why didn't you let me ask him in person?"

That didn't make sense, and what responded to him was silence, and the black hole of the muzzle.

"...But you're not human either."

Finally, someone whispered, "Who knows if you will cover up mutants?"

That's right... Lindell thought belatedly, human beings have no way to confirm the authenticity, and can't identify lies out of thin air.So if you don't speculate on others with the greatest malice, if you lose this vigilance like a fox, this race will not be able to survive at all.

So he turned the muzzle of the gun to the ceiling and pulled the trigger. The bullet was bent in the sky by the strong wind rising from the ground, and finally hit the wall clock hanging on the wall.

when - when -

The clock was vibrated, and it sounded the time of two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Not only Magneto, I can also turn bullets."

He said: "I don't know how many of you here have come back from the battlefield of World War II and have studied the Roaring Commando. I planed that guy back from the battlefield. Even, how to use your super power to make bullets turn? The first lesson I taught him."

"You, you mean, you were responsible for the shooting—impossible, you have a perfect alibi, you should be in S.H.I.E.L.D. at that time!"

Someone reacted: "You mean, did you order Magneto?!"

Lindell: "..."

He paused: "I mean, there are more ways to change the trajectory of a bullet than you can imagine. If someone can control gravity, or control the wind, or change the deflection angle of sunlight refraction, they can all be done The same thing, I know there are nearly a hundred people who can use gravity to operate, and it is illogical for you to directly accuse Eric like this."

But he was nearby at the time... The agents dare not speak out, but at least they can be sure that the gun is useless against Lindell.

For the first time, the blond goblin showed a completely inhuman posture in front of these colleagues, and grinned: "So... will you also detain me for the reason of being able to bend bullets? After I worked as an agent for more than ten years years, and without violating any laws and regulations?"

"Or, just like you accused Howard of treason, what kind of charges are imposed?"

The scene was at a stalemate, but Magneto himself obviously couldn't just be released on bail, and in the end he could only be temporarily detained in the cia, which was not a refutation of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s face.Lindell has killed many people. Although he is not as well-known as Captain America, but within a limited range—for example, the narrow circle of secret agents is very famous. People here really can’t kill him, and this guy has been with more than a dozen people. It was different years ago, and it is very clear how to use the "human way" to repay the benefits.

Lindell even looks more human now than Willy Wonka, immersed in his factory.

"At least let me see you once."

He insisted: "I want to ask this question myself. Of course, you don't need to refer to my judgment."

"We can't let you take him out by force, this responsibility..."

The other party muttered, not daring to agree immediately, Lindell calmly held the muzzle of his gun, and when he bent it upward, the metal rod was deflected into a distorted shape.

The rest of the people quietly stepped aside.

**

In the confinement room, Eric sat on the armchair and closed his eyes to rest his mind. When he heard the door and opened his eyes, even though he was prepared in his heart, he couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

"why you?"

"...Who do you think it will be?"

Lindell crossed his arms, meaning: "Charles will of course find a way to move towards this side, but his identity as a mutant is easily restricted, so I'm one step ahead of him."

"...I didn't say it was him either."

"I don't have much time. Anyway, did you assassinate President Kennedy?"

"That wasn't me. Someone else, something else... I was trying to stop that bullet."

"Well, the second question...why don't you escape?"

The monitoring agent behind Lindell coughed violently.

"That's meaningless, and I guess one of you will definitely find a way. If I escape directly at this time, the real murderer's purpose will be achieved."

Eric replied in a flat voice: "I can still figure out the basics of this point."

Lindell nodded, there was nothing extra to say between the two of them, and finally, the blond goblin made a promise: "You won't wait here for long."

"Evidence obtained by mind reading or emotional perception alone cannot become real evidence. You must find the real thing."

Eric reminded him: "It's not going to be easy, it can take a lot of energy, and it's dangerous."

"It's not your turn to remind me yet."

The goblin, who was even younger than him, snorted and raised his chin: "My experience in dangerous operations is much richer than yours."

When he left, the same detective from the beginning sent him out.The other party asked with a complicated expression: "Is what he just said the truth?"

"You have the answer in your heart, it's pointless to ask me."

Lindell turned around, "I'm not like Charles, who maintains a boring but necessary social rhetoric with others."

"...But even if someone at my level believes in you, it's useless."

"perhaps?"

Lindell's expression remained unchanged: "But it's better than meeting you in an opposing position one day. After all, if the opponent is an acquaintance from the past, even I will find it difficult to make a move."

SHIELD.

"If you want to determine who the president was assassinated, you must first analyze the interests he was involved in during his lifetime, and which forces will bring benefits to him if he dies..."

Nick Fury held his forehead, piles of documents piled up in front of him.Howard's situation is not much different. One person operates three display screens, and his fingers run quickly on the keyboard.

"So during the Cuban Missile Crisis, did this guy want to ease the situation at that time?"

Lindell flipped through the materials about Kennedy's remarks, and quickly gave up. He crumpled the printing paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"What would the world be like if he died?"

"The Cuban Missile Crisis a year ago, Xavier and Mr. Lanshere were the one evil event that the world paid attention to. I remember that someone wanted to restart the nuclear war and use nuclear radiation to accelerate human beings. mutation, increasing the number of mutants."

Peggy held her chin: "But this plan was terminated."

"God, why do people always have such unscientific inferences, they might as well send a group of prisoners to Chernobyl to observe first!"

Stark stretched his waist. The high-intensity work made the arms dealer with four branches very tired: "Does he think that human beings are parasitic bees, and they will not die after receiving 18 roentgens of nuclear radiation."

"Parasitic wasps can live even longer due to nuclear radiation."

Dr. Pim, who also joined S.H.I.E.L.D., glanced at him: "Political matters have nothing to do with me, so I won't participate in your discussions."

"So, among his decisions during his lifetime, are there any decisions related to avoiding nuclear war..."

"Such as he declared that he wanted to end the Vietnam War as soon as possible?"

Duggan interrupted.

"... Or decide to ease the relationship between the United States and the Soviet Union?"

said another detective.

"……hiss."

Everyone fell into silence, looking at each other.Such an inference is too conspiratorial, and it is quite unbelievable.Lindell is also not very interested in human politics. If mutants were not involved in this matter, and the mutants happened to be Charles and Eric, he would not bother to wade into the muddy water, but other than him, the humans present Most of them have basic political sensitivity, and Fury frowned with an ugly expression.

"Chop off a head and grow more."

He suddenly repeated this statement from Hydra: "I think this is a bit bad..."

"In any case, when the president was assassinated, it happened to be the most convenient period for the enemy to be active. Although it is more difficult for us, it is also more suitable for catching these people's feet."

In the end, Peggy encouraged: "It's not completely impossible."

Half a month later, Howard publicly declared on behalf of Stark Industries that turning bullets is not a privilege that only mutants can do. He can make cars float on the spot, and of course he can also make straight-line boring bullets draw angles. .

The long-retired Slavs in the Roaring Commando also rarely expressed their opinions, saying that innocent people should not be accused without evidence-just because the other party is a mutant.As a soldier retired from World War II and a comrade-in-arms of Captain America, he is also a common character in movies and has a high reputation in the hearts of the people.

In contrast, Colonel William Stryker publicly stated that mutants will eventually become a major threat to mankind.

"Would you like your roommates at school to be able to release tear gas?"

He faced the camera with an exaggerated expression and waved his arms: "Can you accept that your colleagues in your workplace actually emit lasers that are difficult to control? One day you received a cup of hot coffee in the office, and suddenly died because of the loss of control of your colleagues? "

"Your sons and daughters were killed by unknown mutant abilities because of an argument with their classmates at school, because of the so-called 'young people's impulse'. Can anyone accept this?"

"Friends, this is the crisis that is happening around each of us and is within reach! Mutants will definitely—"

With a snap, Lindell turned off the TV screen.

"Do you think he really just hates mutants, or is there some power behind it?"

Howard asked.

"I can't feel it just by watching the TV screen. In this case, I have to get in touch with him in person."

"Emotions don't crawl all the way across the screen," Lindell said.

"It seems that optical fibers cannot circulate magic power."

Howard uttered this endless sentence: "I'll try to see Colonel Phillips' connections, but the two of them seem to be at odds all the time, and it's not clear whether they can meet with them."

"It's okay, it doesn't need to be so complicated."

Lindell said: "Charles has made arrangements."

In the makeshift plastic prison, Eric raised his head.He had seen the person who came this time on TV, William Stryker, an army colonel, he closed one right eye, and when he opened it again, the one eye turned golden.

"Eric, I'm sorry to ask you to participate in such an outrageous thing, but the opportunity to directly contact these people's ideas is really rare, so I can only make you work hard..."

"I know."

"And Lindell said that visual sharing will directly consume vitality and make people without magic power feel very tired. If you feel that you can't hold it anymore, I will call him immediately and tell him to stop."

"Not for the time being... I can do it."

Connecting Lindell's vision and Charles' mental power at the same time, Eric feels that he is now a multi-purpose transition fiber, and he even needs to deal with Stryker's question... But if this is a necessary effort, He will find a way to do it all.

Lindell leaned on the sofa of S.H.I.E.L.D., looking like he was reading a newspaper. In fact, the back of the newspaper was also covering up his eyes of different colors.

He can't read lips, but as long as the emotions are connected, it is enough. The amount of information that language can provide is very thin, far less pure than the soul itself.

"If you talk more, I can offer bail... I want information on that old friend of yours who broke up."

"In this field, I can still speak," Stryker said.

——In the penetrating spiritual realm, what Lindell perceives is a straightforward and overwhelming killing intent.

Killing intent against Eric Lanshere.

He put down the newspaper and made a phone call.

Half a month later, Stryker's fighter jets descended on Xavier Academy for Genius Boys, and were intercepted by a well-prepared defensive technique.

"Eric will give some information about the Xavier School for Gifted Boys, including the location coordinates, the superpowers of the students, and the range of capabilities of the fighters, and make them mistakenly think that this is all the information."

Lindell wears a communicator and controls a crystal that is used to manipulate the entire magic workshop equipment.

"Then the mages of Weishandi will make the inductive magic dress."

A mutant student said, "I really have to thank them."

"Who would know that the entire ground structure is all fake? Use the entire building as a trap and apply a supergravity field, so that no plane can fly from here."

Howard was lying in his company to participate in the remote call: "How is it? Do you need reinforcements over there?"

"Thank you very much for your kindness, Mr. Howard, but SHIELD's position is that it is better not to make a move. These institutions maintain checks and balances with each other, which is what the world wants to see—just like me and Eric."

A steady voice resounded in my mind.

"Who would have known that the leader of the Mutant Independence Movement and the principal of Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys have not interrupted their private contact in the past few years."

They never met again, and the forces of the two sides have been torn apart to a limited extent.

But in a certain period of time, it is the time for "Magneto" to take off his helmet and become "Eric Lanshere".No one knows what they will talk about during this time period. Most of the time, even people around Charles can only see a single half-played chess set in front of him.

The man in the wheelchair smiled, turned around and said to Lindell, who was frowning: "You see, human beings are so timid, and they must need some kind of restraining force, so that it is possible to accommodate us within a limited range."

"But even so, I'd carve a hole in the iron curtain that was intact."

Author has something to say: General note:

[1] Please do not confuse the plot of Kennedy's assassination with the real history. There is no Hydra in real American history.