Evanson squinted his eyes and thought about it. Melinda's suggestion was still very constructive. This air fortress is a crystallization product of SHIELD's high-tech. If you want to shoot it down with a wingman escort formation, you can only use land-based or ship-based missile positions to launch intensive air defense missiles.

But not to mention that Locke's men do not have such ability at all, even if they can, he would not do this, because the Demon Son is Locke's future body and must ensure that he lives and lives healthy.

Therefore, as long as you put the Demon Son on this plane, then fly around the world in the plane, and survive the winter solstice, Locke's plan will be finished.

So Evanson ended up saying, “This idea sounds pretty good.”

"Then I will follow this immediately." Melinda saw that Evanson agreed with her plan, and she looked a little happy on her face and was about to take action.

"Wait, wait." Evanson hurriedly called Melinda "I just said this plan...it sounds good."

"Is there any flaw?" Melinda understood what the other party meant. It sounded good, but it just couldn't do it.

"I said... have you thought about something extra?" Evanson took a breath and asked Melinda.

"Supplementary things? For example..." Melinda asked impatiently with her hands holding her chest.

"Baring Island." Evanson said.

"No." Melinda's pupils contracted inadvertently, but she immediately turned to deny it.

"Really not?" Evanson didn't believe it. He circled around Melinda. "He is also a very innocent child, and they are also related to it because of supernatural forces. "He happened to walk behind Melinda and leaned into her ear and said, "You, are you sure they didn't connect them together?"

Melinda lowered her head slightly and even trembled a little. The incident on Bahrain Island has always been a hidden pain in her heart, and even caused a major change in his personality. This incident is so similar to Bahrain Island, so she inevitably fell in love with the scene and connected it together.

"After so much, I thought you had already realized." Evanson stood behind Melinda and said in an unconfrontational tone. "After I gave you the strength, I thought you would be stronger, but I didn't expect... you are still so weak."

"It's not weakness!" Melinda suddenly turned around and growled at Evanson. "I gained strength to avoid these things happening again, and I have found a way now."

"Have Nick Fury taught you?" Evanson looked at Melinda without any concession. "Don't mix too much personal feelings in the mission, it will affect your judgment! You are not just weak now, but you can't even do agents?"

"No, my judgment has not been affected." Melinda was scolded by Evanson, but was not angry, just emphasized, "My plan is safe."

"Very safe? Hum..." Evanson smiled contemptuously, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe in the so-called temple, I don't believe it either. You think this plane is foolproof, but I actually think so too."

"But, there's nothing wrong with it, Locke... how should he capture that boy?"

"What? What did you say?" Melinda almost thought she had hallucinations and looked at Evanson in disbelief.

"I didn't expect it." Evanson said with a lip silence, "It's not the first time you've experienced such a thing. I thought you had a rough understanding of things like the Devil's Contract. It seems that I really overestimated you too much."

Melinda's expression was so difficult. She bit her teeth and asked, "What the hell are you playing?"

If she hadn't known Evanson's character, she would have thought Evanson had reached a secret agreement with Locke and would give up the child.

"The devil contract, everything can be done beyond the contract constraints, but within the contract... it must be executed word by word." Evanson said with a smile.

Melinda looked down and thought for a while, but suddenly thought of something, and suddenly looked up at Evanson, "You mean..."

"The contract we set with Hash has never been on that child..." Evanson took a deep breath, "but he wanted to send Locke to hell, only in this way can the contract be completed."

Mephisto didn't care about the life or death of the child. He only cared about when Locke would go to hell so that he could take back the power he released.

"Do you want to use that child as bait and hang Rock out?" Melinda finally realized Evanson's true thoughts, and she felt a little angry. "If Colson was alive, he would never agree to you."

The cause of this action was to save Colson's soul, but with Melinda's understanding of Colson, he would never put an innocent child in danger for himself.

"No, he will do it." Evanson said, "because he thinks about things more comprehensively than you. Locke is definitely a big disaster to stay in the world. It's not for anyone."

"But if Locke's plan fails, he will naturally return to hell." Melinda said in confusion.

"That's your illusion." Evanson said mercilessly. "It is difficult for a devil to stay in the world. It must be attached to the body of a mortal. However, the body of a mortal is too fragile, has a limited lifespan, and cannot exert it all, but you must remember Melinda." Evanson pointed to his head. "The most terrifying thing about a devil is not its power, its wisdom, or insidiousness."

"Locke only needs to change his body to stay in the world for a long time, and maybe he can create another demon son. This is why Mephisto called him and sent him back to hell."

"Is this really the only way?" Melinda said unwillingly. "We already know Carrigan, maybe we can follow him to find Locke, and we don't have to let this child be used as bait."

"Ah..." Evanson grabbed his hair irritably. He really didn't expect that Melinda, who was usually capable and decisive, would be so indecisive now. He had to say helplessly, "Then let the two plans be implemented together. If you can find Locke first, follow your method, but if you can't find it... you have to do what I said."

"Just do it." Melinda agreed immediately, she understood the greatest concession she could make at this time.

"That drunkard!" Melinda left Evanson and shouted at Moru, who was facing the wine in the bar and commenting, "I heard that you are an expert, tell me what killer you have and how to handle this matter well."

"Sir..." At this time, Rumlow came to Evanson's side and asked carefully, "This time our enemy is the devil, right?"

"Yes, scared?" Evanson replied absent-mindedly.
Chapter completed!