It is actually not difficult to figure out a person's identity.
The most difficult thing in this world is probably to completely erase all traces of a person.
Especially in today's era of information explosion, even if someone has a lot of resources and energy and wants to erase a person's traces, it cannot stop someone from finding traces of this person in every corner through various means.
Summer Night is obviously the person behind this.
Through Natasha, Tony and their huge network of contacts and database, and using the SHIELD system, he quickly got a name.
Victor Clark!
Place of birth, time, growing up experience... a series of information is very complete.
He was also a genius. At the age of 20, he already had a Ph.D. in neurobiology.
It is said that the brain science that has been developed through in-depth research not only has a detailed study and understanding of the structure and function of the brain, but also has proposed countless possibilities and published more than one book on the relevant knowledge.
But his resume in the next three years became mediocre, as if he had been lost in the crowd.
After skipping these three years, he died...
Died in a car accident.
But Xia Zhiye looked at Victor, who was missing one hand, and could not see any signs of a car accident on his body except for the knife he had given him.
"So, you should have had some contact with Hydra when you were twenty years old? The reason why the following three years were uneventful was just to pave the way for your 'death'?"
Xia Zhiye's tone was calm and he thought he was very approachable.
Victor said nothing. The wound on his hand had been carefully bandaged by Xia Zhiye. There was some blood, but it didn't affect anything... Of course, if he tried to hold a gun and shoot with his right hand in the future, it would probably be a bit difficult.
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you don't talk."
Xia Zhiye said, "I know it's hard to get people like you to talk. I don't have my own professional interrogators right now. I'm not very professional at getting anything out of you. But it doesn't matter... You're not the only bargaining chip I have. You know, the guy in the basement, once he recovers his memory, should know as much as you do."
"He definitely doesn't know much."
After hearing this, Victor looked at Xia Zhiye: "He is just a weapon, a tool!"
"So, you are the one who uses weapons and tools?" Xia Zhiye smiled. "Actually, I'm quite curious. Why don't we chat about it? According to your Hydra style of casting a wide net, special talents like you don't need to 'die', right? Instead, you will be placed in a position that specifically needs you, allowing you to use your professional knowledge, so that you can make greater progress and have more say in the relevant environment. But why did you accept the arrangement of 'death'?"
Victor closed his eyes and refused to cooperate.
Xia Zhiye sighed: "Such an attitude is so sad."
He stood up and said, "But it's okay, it's okay, we still have time... In a few days, I may bring a friend to keep you company."
After saying that, Xia Zhiye took the man away.
As he said, he was not professional in interrogation. He just chatted with Victor in a normal manner. If he could get something useful out of him, that would be great. If not, it would just be a waste of his time. It was no big deal.
Carrying the prepared food, Xia Zhiye came to the underground, to the cell on that floor.
When Bucky heard footsteps, he opened his eyes, glanced at Xia Zhiye, and then closed his eyes again.
Xia Zhiye was a little speechless: "You Hydra, are you a terrorist organization or a sect of immortal cultivation? All you do is sit there with your eyes closed all day long... Are you planning to ascend to the ninth heaven one day and then come to seek revenge on me?"
Bucky frowned, feeling that this man's words were incomprehensible.
What the hell does this mean
When Xia Zhiye delivered the food to the room, he was thinking that although Harry had built such a big prison here, it was actually not very practical.
There are so many cells. Not to mention whether they can be filled, even if they can be filled, who will cook for them
This place is so secretive that it is definitely unreliable to hire ordinary people. And rely on Xia Zhiye to cook for them alone
Not to mention whether Xia Zhiye would be exhausted to death, his cooking skills are not very presentable either, which can be seen from Bucky's increasingly thin face.
Anyway, Xia Zhiye felt that he couldn't even eat the food he made.
It’s hard for Bucky to eat every meal cleanly. How hungry must the child be
The food was delivered, and then Xia Zhiye also delivered a tablet computer. There was also a TV hanging in the cell. It was obviously a 'deluxe version' cell, and one could move in with just their luggage, without having to buy furniture.
All the videos played on TV were taken from the memorial hall, videos about Steve back then.
In these videos, there is not a single image of Xia Ye… This country never acknowledged his existence, so how could it give people any illusions? And let him become a topic of conversation among the people
These things were played on summer nights just to give Bucky some excitement.
However, after a long time, there may not be any stimulation, but there is a hypnotic effect, which makes Bucky drowsy every day... It seems that he always likes to close his eyes, and he is not really practicing Taoism.
Bucky took the tablet and opened it, and Xia Zhiye's voice followed him: "It's calm outside now, and all the little moths are dormant. It's like the little squirrels that have stored food for the winter and are preparing for the winter. Such a peaceful world is really a bit confusing."
There is no system on the tablet, and it is not connected to the internet. There are only a few saved news videos to entertain him.
Otherwise, over time, he will become out of touch with society.
He will be taken to fight in the future, so he is not a real prisoner after all, so Xia Zhiye will take special care of him.
Bucky ate while listening to the news, as if only in this way could the hard-to-swallow food become tasty.
However, as he was eating, his expression suddenly froze, and he pursed his lips: "The King of Beheading." (To be continued)