Centipede Plan

Sky looked at Wesley in surprise, then said stubbornly, "I don't know."

Wesley got up again. "Think about it, Phil. Let's go out first."

As they walked out of the interrogation room, Phil Coulson asked, "What's wrong? You should be able to continue asking."

Wesley looked around and then whispered, "Remember what I told you about John Garrett?"

"Of course I remember. It's just that we can't fight them head-on now."

"The Centipede Plan is what his people are doing, the plan to keep him alive," Wesley whispered.

"That's the secret you got from him, right? So what's Project Centipede?" Phil Coulson became nervous.

"Actually, this plan is very simple. Because John Garrett is a level eight agent of SHIELD, his authority is very high. Now that you are also a level eight agent, you should know how many secrets he can have access to. The foundation of Project Centipede is Super Soldier Serum, which is the serum used by Steve Rogers, but so far no one can copy it."

"They want copies?"

"Not only that, but they also added a lot of things like alien metals, gamma rays, serum, and so on. In short, it's a big hodgepodge, but the result of these things added together is unstable. This explosion is probably an Experimental explosion."

"So the person we're looking for is now a moving bomb?"

Wesley nodded, and Phil Coulson's face grew grave. Then he said, "So the injured woman is also one of them."

Wesley hadn't thought of that. "That's right. The only survivors rescued after the explosion should be their people. I'll go arrest her."

"No, we should monitor her. I'll let Melinda do it. The key is still to find the moving bomb. Continue to interrogate her. We have to get it out of her."

Wesley entered the interrogation room again, but this time he was on his own. Phil Coulson had gone off to make the arrangements. He looked at Skye. The girl was beautiful. Mixed-race people are usually more beautiful.

Wesley looked at her without speaking, which made Skye nervous. "Is there a problem? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing. I just think you're more beautiful and I'm admiring you. Okay, now continue the conversation and tell us what you know."

"I don't know anything. You're wasting your energy."

"I hope you can tell me because that person is very unstable. This is not an alarmist. He is not a superhero because he is man-made and an experimental subject. The technology used is not perfect and will be dangerous with changes in mood. If the mood is unstable all the time, he will eventually explode."

Sky looked scornful. "A man explodes? You expect me to believe that?"

"I'm telling the truth. My colleagues have gone to the scene of the explosion to collect evidence and will be back soon. After analysis, they can come up with enough evidence to put in front of you. But at that time, we don't know if this person has exploded or not. Maybe we can know something from watching the news, but we will lose the chance to save him, and the guys who used him for human experiments will get away with it."

Sky was torn. She didn't think she should trust SHIELD. That was what she had thought all along. It wasn't easy to change, but if what the other person said was true, then she could get someone killed.

"I believe you understand, Billionaire. My job at S.H.I.E.L.D. is mainly an interest. You don't doubt that, do you? Then am I worthy of your trust?" Wesley began to make an issue out of his identity. His identity was really special. A Billionaire didn't run a company but came to be an agent. He was a strange person.

"Well, this is his ID card. I met him again after that. I… I stole it." Sky took out an ID card and handed it to Wesley.

Wesley took it and looked at it. "Thank you. We'll do our best to save him. And if this is over, can we have dinner? I just said you're beautiful."

"So you're a playboy too?" Sky rolled his eyes.

Wesley left the interrogation room with his ID card and went directly to the conference room. He put the ID card on the table. The table was an electronic device. The desktop was a huge monitor with a scanning function. After scanning the ID card, it showed all the information about the owner.

Michael Peterson, factory worker, married, has a son… The information is fully displayed, including the factory and home address where he once worked, and the current situation.

"Phil, come to the conference room." Wesley called Phil Coulson.

"What did you find? Oh, it seems that you have found him. Let's go and bring him back."

"Yes, but we don't know about his situation. We don't know if it will provoke him. Once he loses control of his emotions, he may explode at any time."

"So what do we do?"

"Are Fitz and Simons back yet? I remember Fitz working on a stun gun that would let him sleep if necessary."

Shortly after, Fitz and Simons drove back. "Sir, Melinda left halfway. Did you assign her a new mission?" Fitz asked.

"Not bad. We have a new lead. I asked her to spy on someone. Now we need your stun gun. Tell me, can it be used now?"

"Uh… not yet. It can't make people faint immediately. It needs to be developed further. What do you want it for?" Fitz asked nervously.

Wesley began to explain, "We found the person we are looking for, but he is now a human bomb. If he is emotionally unstable, he may explode at any time, so we need to calm him down."

"Oh, then you don't wait to use the stun gun casually. You need to adjust for his unstable factors, especially the cause of his instability."

Wesley glanced at the items they had brought back, then pointed to one of them and said, "This is it, Simmons. Analyze this thing immediately. The substance inside can make people Superman, but it is not stable. I need you to find a solution for me. Now."

The two of them were like frightened rabbits. They were immediately in a mess and began to work. "I'll go and see our guests. Contact Melinda. That survivor is our only clue."