1534: Shot by the Judgment of Love

Shot by the Judgment of Love

Luke searched his pockets for a few seconds before giving an "Aha!" and fishing out a long strip of paper.2

Holding it up, he read out loud: "Tom Wilson, Rod Peterson, and so on and so forth. You're an FBI agent, a CIA agent, and even a special investigator from Homeland Security! God, Mr. Garrett, you're a damn talent!"

At his words, the faces of the three people in front of him and of the people watching the video at SHIELD were extremely ugly.

This crazy Jeff announcing all this information proved that he knew a lot about Garrett.

In addition, it didn't look like he was planning to interrogate the three of them. Instead, they looked more like… stage props?

"Hm, it's too long. See for yourself." Luke tossed out the long strip of paper so that it hung around Garrett's neck.

Luke then walked over to the man in the middle. "And now, our second male guest for this game — Mr. Grant Ward."

Putting his hand on Ward's shoulder, Luke stepped behind him and took a deep breath close to Ward's head.

Although the Thousand Faces System was blocking out all external scents, Luke still adopted a pleased expression. "Mr. Ward, you smell like Jeff."

Ward's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything.

Putting both hands on Ward's shoulders, Luke tilted his face upward. "This is the smell of hate. Who do you hate the most? Your parents? Your siblings? They hurt you, but didn't pay the price for it?"

Patting Ward's shoulders hard, he smiled. "Come, smile. Only a strong person can properly face their heart's desire."

As he spoke, he took out another long strip of paper. "You're the same as Mr. Garrett. Your identity is just as mysterious. How about we leave the cliffhanger for the end?"

Walking back to the front, Luke crouched down in front of Hill, who was on the right. He raised his head and looked into her eyes. "Miss Hill, as the only female guest in this game, I have to give you some preferential treatment. So, I'll keep some of your little secrets. Now, are you ready?"

Hill said, "Why don't you tell me? It seems I don't quite remember what secrets I have."

Laughing, Luke patted her thigh and said, "No, no, no. Your secrets are very interesting. We can't reveal the personal secrets of a beautiful lady to all the special agents of SHIELD. That would disappoint a lot of people."

Propping himself up on his knees, he pushed himself to his feet and placed his hands on his hips. "Okay, let's start the game; otherwise, your colleagues will discover our whereabouts."

At SHIELD, a technician suddenly said, "I found him. He's in… the mountains 20 kilometers northeast of Waterville, Pennsylvania."

Fury narrowed his eyes. Did this guy have an informant in SHIELD?

He subconsciously glanced at the people around him, before he discarded the thought.

Right now, he really couldn't be sure how many people had infiltrated SHIELD.

Hydra alone was a huge affliction which there was no cure for.

An extra informant didn't make a difference.

This current farce was nothing more than a dogfight. Nick Fury needed to think about how this would affect his plan.

If it wasn't for the fact that Hill had also been taken, he would be even calmer and less concerned about rescuing people.

Giving someone else a knife to do the deed wasn't easy, but if it was a knife flying in out of nowhere which killed Garrett, that wasn't a bad outcome.

On screen, Luke had already pushed two machines over.

The two machines were very simple.

Everyone could see that each machine was a gun fitted with a short metal tube and affixed to a support frame.

Two wires stretched out behind each machine from the gun. The long wires each ended in a control button, and the shorter wires from both machines ended in one control button.

Luke picked up the control buttons at the end of the long wires and stuffed one each into the hands of Garrett and Ward.

The arms of the three "guests" were tied to the chairs' armrests, and their legs were tied to the chairs' legs.

The chairs were crude, but they were made from metal rods that were more than three centimeters in diameter. They had been bolted to the ground, and the ropes which bound the three agents were especially strong.

As long as they couldn't suddenly transform like the Hulk or activate some sort of elemental power, it was impossible for them to break free quickly.

At that moment, they could only move the fingers on their right hands as their palms faced upward.

Neither Garrett nor Ward refused the control button. They needed to figure out what Luke was up to.

Luke raised the last control button in his hand. "Gentlemen, as you can see, the control button each of you is holding can control the Judgment Machine that's in front of you. Let me first demonstrate how it works."

As he spoke, he pressed the control button he was holding.

A red light suddenly lit up on both machines, and an unpleasant electronic voice rang out. "The bullet of love is about to be fired. Guests, please decide in ten seconds if you will press the button you are holding and kill the other guest first to save your precious life. 19… 3, 2, 1!"

Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots rang out, and a bullet hole appeared in each of Garrett and Ward's shoulders. Their faces twisted in pain.

Neither of them had pressed the button since they could tell that the gun was aimed at the shoulder.

Luke didn't plan to kill them in the first round. That would be too wasteful.

He simply adjusted the muzzles of the two Judgment Machines, and this time aimed at their hearts.

Garrett and Ward's faces turned dark. Were they going to be played to death?

Whether it was the control button or the countdown, this was forcing them to make a choice: either the other party died first, or they died together.

Luke moved quickly.

He only had one goal: After the show, he would send these two on their way.

There was no need to be too meticulous. He was only here to earn points, and this performance was just a cover.

He then reloaded the guns with two rifle bullets.

Both Garrett and Ward noticed. After all, Luke was reloading less than two meters away.

The first shot just now had been regular pistol bullets, and their shoulders could still be saved.

If this rifle bullet hit them in the chest, even if it missed the heart, there would be no saving them.

Their minds whirled.

After he was done, Luke looked at their expressions and chuckled as he stepped forward and tore off the tape that was over their mouths. "Sorry, I was too busy just now and forgot about this. Now, if our two male guests have any thoughts, please tell them to the audience in front of the screen – this will be the most important speech that you'll ever make in your lives."

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