Sentinel

Chapter 320 The Evil Returns
"...my name is Jackson Norris and today is going to be the biggest day of my career as I'm going to be interviewing one of the most horrific and ludicrous criminals in America who the world thinks is called 'The Mandarin' terrorist, and these days, he is said to be nothing more than an actor, the subject of this interview has so far been vague and apparently oblivious to the point of my interview, in fact he does not seem to be aware of anything other than his increasingly growing fame."

"Now that the world knows his name, this is my last chance to see through his lies and excuses, to confront him with his past, to uncover the truth. Because we need to know, once and for all - Trey Who the hell is F-Slattery?"

Jackson set up his tripod, turned on the Sony camcorder, and settled into a chair, waiting for the actor who would play the leader of the Ten Rings to arrive.

He is a staff member of ABC TV station, specially came to interview Trevor - Slattery - this little-known third-rate actor, because of playing the notorious terrorist leader and became a household name.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Trevor, who was wearing a yellow prison uniform, walked into the private cell - due to his informant behavior, the judge had discretion to deal with it, so he received special treatment, a spacious and clean separate cell, decorated with It looks like an actor's dressing room, and there are still costumes for playing Mandarin on the wall. Compared with other prisoners, this place is simply a presidential suite.

This short and thin old man was followed by a tall and burly black man named Herman, who was Trevor's loyal fan and housekeeper. He was responsible for protecting his safety, fetching food, serving water, and cleaning up.

Surprisingly, after this third-rate actor was imprisoned, with his outstanding eloquence and mystifying skills, he really fooled many people. He did not end up being bullied. On the contrary, he lived a very nourishing life. Sheltered by black gangs inside the prison.

"Let's start when you're ready." Jackson raised his hand to check the time, and there were four prison guards sitting at the gate behind him.

Even almost a month after the president's death, the Ten Rings and the Mandarin are still the talk of the town. People love to talk about Trevor Slattery, the down-and-out actor who played the terrorist, and the man who died. The Clarion Daily also opened up a special column, telling the twisted and tragic life of Aldridge Killian, which naturally requires embellishment and artistic processing.

He described Killian, who planned to assassinate the president and support terrorist organizations, as a poor man who was discriminated against and bullied in his youth. He had an ulterior obsession with Tony Stark, and later he became a criminal because of psychological problems. Its tortuous plot and hints of heavy taste have increased the sales of the newspaper a lot.

"Let me do a vocal practice first, this is an old habit of performing on stage before." Trevor twisted his waist and made strange noises, like a clown.

"At the very beginning, you would never have thought that you would end up in this situation." Jackson looked at the yelling old man with contempt in his eyes.

Before the truth was revealed, who would have thought that the leader of the Ten Rings Gang was such an old man with a playful smile, and he could not see the terrifying and gloomy majesty in the video at all from the other party's body.

"A lot of people want to know about you behind the video, the real Trevor Slattery. You know there's a lot of internet gossip and tabloid stuff, and nothing about you personally."

Jackson looked at the old man sitting across from him, stroking his beard, with a trace of coldness in his eyes.

"I think it's better for actors to maintain some mystery, otherwise it will affect the audience's perception."

Trevor didn't care. He lived in his own spiritual world. His failed acting career in the first half of his life made this down-and-out third-rate actor addicted to drugs and alcohol. Later, he was discovered by Killian and placed in the The table has become a matchmaking puppet.

If he didn't have a little conscience in his heart and realized that he was useless, he might be regarded as an abandoned child by Killian. He told Tony Stark all the news he knew in time.

This move also allowed Trevor to enjoy special treatment, so that he would not be thrown into a dark, dark cell like everyone else, or endure the bullying of prison bullies.

"You seem to boil down your life to a series of missed opportunities, unwilling to take responsibility for any of them."

In the next 10 minutes or so of Jackson's interview, Trevor was as vague as ever, and he was like a cunning old liar from left to right, and he didn't show any flaws.

"Do you know that your performance may offend some people? Like the Ten Rings Gang."

"Then it's all fake, there's no Mandarin, and there's no Ten Rings!" Trevor swears without hesitation.

Jackson stood up, took off his brown suit, pressed his finger on the camera, and the internal components were rotated and assembled to form a pocket pistol.

"Perhaps you don't know, the Ten Rings Gang and the Mandarin actually exist. More correctly, it should be the Mandarin." The young reporter looked at Trevor and said a sentence in Chinese, "He is a warlike king. , a descendant of Genghis Khan, it is said that the Ten Rings Gang was established in the Middle Ages, and perhaps it can be traced back to an even older age..."

"Who the hell cares, man! Because of my performance, people will remember not the Mandarin, but the name—Trevor Slattery."

Trevor poses for the camera like an old hooligan who doesn't give a damn about Mandarins and Ten Rings.

"Maybe you're right, but soon you'll be in so much pain that every ring we believe in will leave a corresponding hole in your body."

Jackson's eyes turned cold, and the pocket pistol hidden inside the Sony camera was ejected. He grabbed it with extremely fast movements and fired four consecutive shots, killing the prison guard guarding him.A burly black man named Herman rushed up, but he pulled out the swing stick from the tripod and knocked him to the ground violently.

"Target capture, already in position, the evacuation team is starting to move." Jackson raised his hand and said to the micro-communication device on the watch.

He picked up the prison guard's pistol and pointed at Trevor lying under the table. On his bare arm, the Ten Rings logo was tattooed—ten rings connected in a circle, two of which were crossed with scimitars.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you, although I really want to punch ten holes in you, because you insulted the respected Mandarin." Jackson's eyes were cold, "You used his name falsely, and I'm sorry I want to help him get his name back."

"But the Mandarin needs a double, so you can live on and get on with your job, Mr. Tratteri."

Jackson put down the gun in his hand, and a riot broke out inside the cell. The siren sounded like a buzzer, and the sound of intensive firefights came faintly. The intense fire burst, like heavily armed terrorists attacking the prison.

"Now, I'm going to take you to meet the real Mandarin."

(End of this chapter)