Chapter 1134

"What do I need to do?"

Amanda bit the corner of her mouth. She pressed her urge to sign immediately. She was twenty years old and knew that she would pay for something at the same time.

Valentina nodded approvingly, quickly finished the hamburger, picked up the hot dog, and smilingly replied, "I need you to join us."

"Agent?"

Amanda looked around a little worried, as if afraid of being heard.

But fast food restaurants are not quiet. The loud music and the strange laughter of a group of hippies in the corner conceal their conversation.

"Don't you want to avenge your father? If you want to deal with Hydra, you can't do it alone Valentina Sven eats fast food gracefully, which may be one of her secret service skills: "it's just a special field worker. Usually you'll be a rock star, and your tasks are signing, touring, going on TV, etc. You just need to give us an occasional message, or cover up for some people, and you can get it all. "

Amanda looked up at her, then looked down at the document: "Why me?"

"We all know that everything you do meets the standards of a patriot. In this world of power division, violence and right and wrong reversed, we need a man like your father to work with us to change the world, and after he dies, you will be the one."

Valentina put away her smile and whispered in a very serious voice. Her face was full of justice, and her figure seemed to be as great as the captain of the United States.

Amanda rubbed her face, especially her eyes.

"Damn it, you must be crazy..."

her tone softened. She put down her guitar and took the contract in a daze.

"Am I crazy? I don't know, but heavy metal fans are crazy. A rock star can easily enter the borders of any country through formal legal channels Valentina drew a pen from her corset and thrust the tool with her temperature into Amanda's hand: "besides, if I can have some free records to listen to, I'd like to hear your songs."

Amanda turned to look out of the window at the lights, the red and green neon lights, and the dim street lights. She turned on her pen and wrote on the contract.

Valentina nodded with a smile, reached for a business card and handed it to Amanda: "the other party's name is George. I'll make this call in the daytime tomorrow. He'll arrange everything for you. I'll go first. You'll wait here for a few minutes before you leave. We've never met."

With that, Valentina stood up and walked away as if nothing had happened, and from the corner of the fast food restaurant stood a group of people, headed by a big beard with a bowler hat.

He pinched the brim of his hat at Amanda, followed by Valentina and left together.

Amanda sipped her lips, finished her coffee in her original seat, obviously thinking about something. Then she picked up her guitar and contract and left, leaving for another direction in the street.

Su Ming didn't move. He still sat eating and drinking. His face and eyes were covered by the beetle's hair. At this time, he looked like an ordinary young man in bell bottoms.

Because strangulation smelled the familiar smell in the shop, and there were also acquaintances of the host.

A few minutes after Amanda left, there was something about the hippies in the distance. A black man in a leather jacket and jeans took a big bag of tree leaves from his pocket and sent them away.

The young people rushed out of the fast food restaurant with plastic bags in their hands. The night wind mixed with the strange smell on the street made the temperature drop a little bit.

The black man looked around warily and quickly took a red haired young woman to another table and sat in Amanda's and Valentina's previous positions.

Su Ming heard Natasha's voice clearly. He hanged a tentacle against the wall and saw that she was taking samples from paper cups and tables with cotton swabs. Nick Frey, who had no expression, was sitting face to face with her.

"Tonight's action is to follow your wife?" Natasha's hands were slow, but his mouth tucking Fury's behavior: "to make complaints about the private sector by using state power, is this a waste of the money of the sponsors? Well, the girl named Amanda is pretty, but that doesn't mean that Valentine has been cheating and has become... "

Natasha turned her hand and made a gesture over the wall, which meant turning into the forbidden Lily Garden.

Frey looked at Natasha's work with a dead fish's eyes, and her words did not cause any fluctuations in him: "it's not personal. I suspect she's a hydra."

"Who? Amanda Natasha smiles and cuts the cotton swab into a test tube and saves it: "she is too young. If she is really a hydra, then her performance is not good enough. She should first refuse several times, and then" encounter "something and" have to "join."

Frey looked out of the window, his neck always itched from his high collar T-shirt, and he said in the same tone, "are you talking about yourself?"

Natasha didn't care. She used transparent tape to separate the fingerprints on the table top and replied easily, "if I was still Leviathan or a lurking Hydra, and there were so many opportunities for me to kill you in the past, my superiors must have killed me first.""I'm talking about my wife, Valentina, logistics agent. I suspect she's a hydra."

With a sympathetic look in her eyes, Natasha looks over Amanda's leftover food for photos, so that she can compare her teeth marks when she goes back to find out if she has been transferred.

"Are you husband and wife feeling so bad now? The United States is not a hairy bear, and your union is not a political task. You can get divorced. You know if you put a hydra on her, I'll have to kill her? "

Natasha is now a field agent, but her task is quite special. In addition to the general field tasks, she is also responsible for cleaning the traitors and spies inside the organization.

And that makes her name as a black widow more and more intimidating.

Nick Frey rubbed his temple. He hurt an eye in the battle of Xiancong the other day. But as the commander-in-chief of the field team, he had to stay awake all the time, so he didn't even use any painkillers.

In the spy war in Xiancong, they clearly have the advantage, but the betrayal of the traitor blinded Frey to escape. He has not found the Betrayer yet.

The most suspicious is his wife.

"I have a wonderful relationship with her, which is why I doubt her." Frey felt more than her eyes. Natasha's brain hurt when she spoke, but his voice was still firm: "she's beautiful, isn't she?"? Even from your women's point of view. "

"That's right." Natasha finished her work. She pulled up her collar and covered half of her face: "but it's not enough to be a reason for doubt."

"Dugan and I saved her when we went to England to deal with vampires. She was Dugan's girlfriend first. After breaking up, she got along with me, joined the logistics office, and then got married." Frey gave a brief account of the past.

Natasha curled her lips. "I'm listening, but there's only one motive for murder. To tell you the truth, if you really want to kill her, you don't need any evidence at all. I'd like to help you personally, and make her die very painful. What kind of wine does she like

Frey leaned back on the bench and looked at Natasha in silence.

The black widow is very skillful, smart and beautiful. It can be said that she is the first sharp knife in the logistics department. However, the dark habits brought by Leviathan make her think strangely sometimes.

Ask Valentina what kind of wine she likes, and that's what she's going to poison.

"As I said, we were very close, and I never thought about killing her." Frey stopped Natasha from thinking: "but she couldn't get pregnant for so many years..."

"aha, the murder motive is two, she can't have children. Then you should guess that she is Leviathan, a girl who comes out of the red house like us can't bear children. " Natasha interrupted very directly, with a relaxed expression: "I've seen it, even if it's the most regrettable thing as a woman."

Of course, it's a trick on Frey.

She wasn't actually a defector from Leviathan. She was saved. But acting, as long as you use some medicine, you can avoid the physical examination.

"That's just a digression. It's mainly about the time she joined the back office and how she behaved after Faust was killed by the death knell. And she knew me and Dugan earlier, so she had a chance to join us earlier

Frey took a deep breath. He rubbed his curly hair helplessly.

Natasha looked at the ceiling and dropped her mouth: "moustache resurrected to attack the United States, which may have caused some shock to her... She is British, without any relatives, and was rescued to the United States by you, and found that the United States is not completely safe in that incident, then she decided to participate in secret service training, self-improvement and self-help can also make sense."

"For more than a decade, her field mission success rate is 100 percent." Frey had no expression.

"Me too." Natasha bored to take out a flying knife manicure, slender fingers in the light of the study.

"All her mission targets are dead, and she has not caught any prisoners. Compared with the attendance of more than 300 times, this number is not in the right proportion." Frey's face was black, and he was more serious at this time.

Natasha changed her hand and joked, "me too."

She is neither the logistics department nor the hydra, nor Leviathan. As long as the death knell has not given orders, she has been in a deep diving state. What's more, the internal struggle of the logistics department is very frequent now, so she should protect herself.

Peggy Carter wholeheartedly wanted to make the logistics department bigger and stronger. He recruited elite generals from all over the country. It can be said that Leviathan and Hydra are fighting against each other, but the internal factional struggle is more serious.

She missed the old days and hoped that everything would be the same as before. She wanted the logistics department as a special department of the United States to handle some corresponding special affairs for the country. It was better to call Steve back and restore the powerful force of the invasion group.

Mr. Frey, who has learned from a series of unforeseen incidents, now prefers to put the logistics department under the UN Security Council, so that he can have first-hand information about what is happening around the world, or at least on the side of American allies.Of course, because the discrimination against black people in the United Nations system is not so serious, he can have more space for activities.

Howard's ideas are different from theirs. He hopes to combine more consortia with logistics.

His stark industry has the best kinds of weapons, Wilson enterprise has the most comprehensive logistics and logistics system, Osborne group has the best biopharmaceutical technology and so on. With comprehensive economic and material support, who should accept what kind of congressional supervision? How can there be so many politicians who give directions every day?

Fortunately, the relationship between the three is not bad. After all, they are comrades in arms of World War II. Although each has his own ideas, Peggy still has his own ideas.

However, there are still factions inside the logistics office that are standing on the side of the Congress, the military, and even completely anti war factions. The new comers and the old people before the reorganization are all wrong. It can be said that the logistics department is a mess.

After Faust's death, some people were washed away in the process of rebuilding SSR into logistics office. But more than a decade later, the rotten meat grew back.

Natasha is not interested in these things. She just wants to complete the tasks assigned by her boss. Even if Valentina is really a hydra? It has nothing to do with her.

"That's the problem." Ignoring her perfunctory behavior, Frey tapped back on the table with her swarthy fingers: "you've been trained in ballet and homicide since you were four years old, and I'm not surprised that all your targets are dead. But what about her? As far as I know, she is a little aristocratic orphan in the countryside of England. She didn't even kill a chicken before she was 20 years old. As a result, after training for several years, she killed people without blinking an eye? It's not right. "

Natasha put the knife back into the widow's sting, stood up and patted Frey's hand comfortingly: "that only shows that there are several good instructors in the secret service academy of Logistics... After the evidence collection is completed, are we going to keep up or what?"

Frey rolled his eyes, but still stood up. He did not find any evidence, not even at home. He even tried to talk while Valentina was asleep and concluded that she was extremely loyal.

But he just doesn't think it's right. It's a pure feeling.

"Good instructor? I can go to him. Those who haven't even beaten in World War II can't match my black ass "We went back to headquarters. My left eye and one side of my brain were in terrible pain. I had to ask hank to look at it for me."

Natasha pushed the door open for him and said helplessly, "you know Dr. PIM is a physics and biologist, right? He's not a doctor. Tomorrow I'll take your eyeball off and replace it with a false eye. What color of eye patch do you like

Frey:...

he walked into the night without saying a word, as if he were invisible for a moment.

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