"Sorry, does the organization you are in have a better name, well, Miss Natasha?"

When Natasha reported on the scene and took some time to take a shower and change clothes, Dior was not idle either. He first set up the table again and cleaned the mess on the ground. Then, during the cleaning process, "by the way" the pinhole cameras and eavesdropping machines that were placed in various corners of the restaurant while he was not paying attention, and all of them were removed.

"In fact, many people have reported that this name is too confusing and difficult to remember, so we generally call it S.H.I.E.L.D, S.H.E.L.D."

"SHIELD? This name is so easy to remember, so beautiful Agent Miss, what is the reason for your sudden visit? If someone from the IRS came here, maybe I would understand it better."

"Where were you doing that night on April 10? What did you do?"

"Wow, is this an interrogation? I almost thought this was an interrogation room in the police station." Dior's tone was relaxed, but he just didn't answer directly because he couldn't explain it clearly. Looking back at what he did that day, there were many loopholes. He made too many mistakes, but he did not regret that a person's life is constantly improving in making mistakes. If something similar happens, he believes he will do better.

All in all, he is growing, no matter what aspect!

Facing Dior's discouple, Natasha was not angry. She just operated on her phone a few times and then placed it on the table.

The surveillance video that was playing on the phone was edited, and Dior's trip that night was edited and connected in chronological order, so a clear circuit diagram appeared like this.

"We investigated afterwards and found out that you and Will have been friends for many years. On that day, something happened to happen to Will. He was locked in an abandoned factory in the suburbs. According to the road map inferred in the surveillance video, the place you are going to is there. It can be seen that this happened very suddenly, so you did not make a perfect action plan in advance, so many cameras in the more hidden locations captured your figure."

"Also, don't worry that we're here to convict you. The social slags that ran out of Hell's kitchen are not worth it. We're just trying to make sure now what you did that day, and what exactly is the 'invisible monster' that survivors say?"

Dior can actually continue to deny that, for example, this person is not him at all, but his height and body shape are very similar, for example, he is just a thief who ran to his restaurant, but he has not taken a photo of his face anyway.

But these statements that challenge the other party’s IQ and their own IQ are really stupid, and no one will believe it.

And even without these things, some of the things he just exposed have attracted the attention of S.H.E.L.D. Since the plan cannot keep up with the changes, it is within the acceptable range to contact organizations like S.H.E.L.D. in advance, it is within the acceptable range. Maybe he and S.H.E.L.D. can reach some unexpected cooperation.

So he gently pushed his phone forward and looked at the person who came seriously and said, "I know what you want to confirm. I can cooperate with your work in this regard, but I will not join you, nor will I admit that I have committed a crime."

Regardless of whether the person being killed should die, killing someone is breaking the law. If S.H.E.L.D. really makes use of this, then besides wanted criminals, it seems that Dior has to choose to join an organization that does not violate the law. Is there any better place to go than a huge organization like S.H.E.L.D.

So Dior would never admit that he had killed someone. Even if he was talking lies with his eyes open, he would never be able to leave anyone's hands. If he really wanted to make him angry, maybe the important task of saving the world would be put on Hydra in the future?

Natasha seemed to be stunned for a moment. She had not yet recruited the other party, so why did this guy refuse in advance?

"Have I ever said to let you join S.H.E.L.D?"

"I specifically investigated me, and then didn't arrest me. I just wanted to confirm my ability. I really can't think of any other plans for you."

Natasha thought, it seemed that this was true. If there was no plan, why bother so much energy? But she still explained: "Our SHIELD's duty is to deal with various strange events specifically, and then build files for these special people with strange abilities, check those who are harmful to society and hostile to the hearts. We will not take excessive measures to treat other people, but the necessary monitoring still exists. Of course, if some of them are willing to work for us, they can also become agents of SHIELD."

Dior was tactful and did not ask the outcome of those guys who were harmful to society. Anyway, you don’t have to think about it and know that these people were either arrested or the grave grass had risen.

Fortunately, he himself has no anti-social thoughts. He just wants to live better. However, with such a trivial wish, it seems extremely difficult in this malicious world. There are always some bastards who jump out to make trouble.

“Like this?”

Like a magic trick, Dior picked up a plastic bag and poured all the messy equipment onto the table.

I counted the number and it was not bad!

Natasha was not embarrassed at all. She was just a little surprised that the other party could find all the cameras and eavesdropping machines in the restaurant in such a short time.

"Yes, these things were all placed by me before, but you can imagine what consequences would be caused by a person with the same ability as you, if it is used to do evil. If it is not monitored, we cannot even find the other party as soon as possible after the other party does evil. In this way, how many innocent people will be involved during this period?"

Dior nodded subconsciously, "I agree with part of your concept, but the premise is that you don't have to do with me. If you want to find me next time, please call me, and the phone will not be turned off 24 hours a day."

"Let me deal with these things for you."

In Natasha's surprised gaze, the table seemed to be a sweeping hand, grabbing the pinhole cameras and eavesdropping machines, but in fact, nothing existed, and the devices just floated in the air weirdly.

Then with the sound of teeth grinding, the high-end equipment was suddenly squeezed into powder and slowly fell on the table.

Any ordinary adult can destroy these precision instruments, but squeeze them into powder by force? How much force does this require? And how can it be done?
Chapter completed!