Chapter 37

On the Danube, on the banks of the National Opera House, the secheny cruise bar.

At night, the lights on both sides of the Danube River shine, the river is deep and beautiful, and the sightseeing boat swimming slowly moves with the waves.

Jordan has looked at Eagle Eye several times along the way.

After pouring a few whiskies in the bar, eagle eye finally couldn't help but said, "Mr. Jovovich, I'm not a hot girl. Your gun is not suitable for me, so don't look at me like that, OK?"

"I'm just looking at your bows and arrows, where they are. I'm not interested in men," he said

Eagle eye patted his waist and said, "active carbonized soft metal, combined with sodium iodide, can maintain a certain tension. It's just a little skill. Don't you have it?"

There's your sister!

Jordan really didn't expect that the eagle eye should have such a grudge.

He just casually hit the other side a few shots, even did not hit, pick up his own, it becomes endless.

I don't have the guts to talk to people like you.

In fact, Jordan has his own plan. When he was fighting in the theater, Jordan had already seen that Hawkeye, or the aegis, had absolutely heard of himself. Otherwise, the other party would not give up so easily and would not believe himself easily.

The only difference is how much aegis knows about itself and what it thinks.

Sure enough, after Jordan became silent, eagle eye began to be passive. Several times, he wanted to say something, but he wanted to say nothing.

A moment later, Jordan looked very free and easy, and said, "I've drunk the wine. You're too stuffy, and you're too vengeful. I'm gone!"

Eagle eye

We were enemies before. OK, is that right!

Just as Jordan was about to get up, Hawkeye could not help but said, "Hey, Jordan Jovovich, Gypsy, born in Belarus, entered new York in 2004, killed 49 people, with insufficient evidence. In September, he clashed with the CIA."

"In March 2005, due to unknown reasons, there was a conflict with CIA and Osborne, and the casualties were unknown."

"In April of the same year, the assassins cross, gunner and fox of the United Assassin's society, together with CIA secret forces, attacked textile mill 72 in New York..."

In New York City, he was noticed by aegis, which was not surprising.

However, with a cruel smile, Jordan said, "Mr. Barton, you are proficient in reciting this material, but the tone is a little stiff, which is more embarrassing than the worst rap!"

Patton's face turned black and said, "it's not my fault, it's Colson's, shit..."

Jordan's smile became more and more proud, and said: "come on, I'm such a nice person. I won't tease you any more. Let's just say something. You look like a blue pond!"

“F..k！” Barton glanced at Jordani, and make complaints about "are you interested in joining our strategic defense attack and Logistics Bureau?"

"What game?" he said

Barton: "homeland strategic defense attack and logistics support Bureau."

Jordan: what is it

Barton couldn't help but reach into his arms, already pressed on the arms in his arms. He had a big disagreement, so he directly shot Jordan in the face.

Jordan shrugged and said, "well, no kidding. What's in it for me to join in?"

"Joe, people always have to do something, not everything. Our organization exists to make the world a better place for people..." Patton said

Jordan looked retarded and looked at Barton until he couldn't talk any more.

In front of adults, if the excuse is too bad, it is really easy to be despised.

Barton felt that he would never be able to tell such a lie as seriously as Colson.

In particular, the person on the opposite side is a veteran.

After thinking about it for a long time, Barton drank a glass of wine angrily and said, "we have investigated your information and the past. All the scum you killed in New York are not punishable by law. This is also the basis of the organization's interest in you. Someone will contact you later. He can say more than I can."

Jordan sat down again and said, "is that Colson in your mouth?"

Patton picked his eyebrows and said: "it should be that the organization is more interested in many things in your hands, and has a good evaluation of your skills and combat effectiveness."

Jordani laughed. It's always good to be admitted. He said, "your organization is not too blind. My fighting capacity is at least much stronger than yours, isn't it?"

Barton instantly glared. He reached out and pulled off his belt. With a flick, he turned it into a bow and said, "Damn it, come on, I want you to know what I'm good at."

"Well, it's a draw, right?" Jordan stopped it immediately.

It was not easy to wait for Barton's temper to subside, and soon they became silent again.

Barton himself is a man of strong action, but he is silent. He is also a man of small rivalry, and he will be rewarded.

As for Jordan, more than 99% of his communication skills are used by women.

It's normal for them to have nothing to talk about.

Fortunately, when there is no conversation between men, wine can also express their feelings.

It's boring when feeling is deep, but lick when feeling is shallow. Bah, it's impossible to lick. If you want to lick, it's also licking the black widow.

As a result, neither of them has ever drunk. After all, it's not the right time.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, the boat pulled in.

As they parted, Barton took a look at Joe Denny and said, "Joe, there are hot girls everywhere. There's no need to ruin your life for a woman. It's a serious matter no matter when the super soldier's serum is used."

Although the conversation between them was not very pleasant, they got along well with each other.

Barton's words can be regarded as a kind of good advice.

"If there was a chance to save your loved ones, would you give up?" he said

Button was slightly silent, and then cut the rail: "no, if there is such a chance, I will kill anyone who stops me."

Jordan patted Barton on the shoulder and said, "so take care. Next time we meet, maybe we'll be rivals."

Barton had nothing to say, waved his hand, and soon disappeared into the street.

And until Barton completely disappeared, not far away from Jordan, a woman wrapped up in a thick body got up, inadvertently close to Jordan, and a muzzle of a gun had been on Jordan's Chrysanthemum.

"Mr. Jovovich, it's better to find a quiet place. We need to have a good talk. Otherwise, I also have a gun. Maybe you can try it."

A slightly familiar and hoarse voice sounded in Jordan's ear.

Then the black widow, dressed in thick winter clothes and without any appearance, put her arms around him like a lover.

The vigilance and caution of the black widow are much more than Jordan imagined.