Saint Seiya Star Marvel

Chapter 99 We Are Impossible

"Okay, mischievous thief..." the widow repeated and finally shook her head, "Forget it, I'll call you Xia."

Le Xia smiled all over her face, "It's up to you, as long as you're happy."

The widow sighed, "You know, what I want to say is not your name, but your identity."

Without giving Le Xia a chance to make jokes, the widow said directly, "I want to say, what should I call you in the future, Le Xia, or Tony Stark's steel bodyguard, or... Iron Fist?"

Hearing the widowed sister call out the name Iron Fist, Le Xia was a little surprised.

He thought it would be pretty good for the widow to recognize him as the one who saved Tony Stark in the iron suit last night, but he didn't expect that she even guessed the identity of Iron Fist.

Seeing Le Xia's face change, the widow sister folded her arms and leaned back, "Actually, it's not hard to guess. We have records. The time you came to Los Angeles exactly coincides with the time when Iron Fist disappeared from New York."

"Moreover, we have taken photos of Iron Fist fighting. The style and color of the gloves on his hands are exactly the same as the armor gloves that were worn by the bodyguards who appeared in the Stark Industries headquarters last night when they changed clothes."

"And the bodyguard who appeared last night was you."

"You don't have to admit it, I'm probably more familiar with your body now than you are, so I'm [-]% sure that that person is you."

"Uh," being run over by the widow sister's clear associations and unguarded wheels, Le Xia found that she really had no reason to deny it.

Anyway, I didn't want to deny it, so what are you afraid of.

"That's right, you're right." Nodding, Le Xia leaned back in the same posture, and added, "By the way, I know you as well as you know me."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

After all, it's been a whole night. Although they sit here negotiating like opponents because of their occupations and personalities, some things are different after all.

Looking at each other for a while, the widowed sister thought that she could not admit defeat on this occasion, so she said calmly, "Hmph, that's just my method, you really think that an agent like me will be killed because of something like this? matter, but do you have any feelings for you?"

Le Xia grinned, "Whether you have feelings for me or something else in your body, you know best in your heart."

"you……"

Hearing Le Xia's somewhat ambiguous words, the widowed sister did not become shy, but seemed to be stabbed to a sore spot, a trace of soreness flashed across her face, although she covered it up in a blink of an eye, Le Xia saw it clearly clearly.

What did she think of?
As a senior agent, Widow's management of facial expressions is absolutely top-notch. No matter what kind of enemy she faces, she is only brave and serious, not bitter.

And as far as Le Xia knows, there seems to be only one thing in this world that can make Black Widow feel sore.

That was the deepest hurt and the most reluctant memory from the Red House.

Losing interest in continuing the conversation, Sister Widow stood up and was about to go back to her room to change clothes. Whether it was Le Xia's clothes or Le Xia's eyes, she felt a little uncomfortable.

When I contacted my own body again, this discomfort gradually turned into boredom.

And speaking of this, the widowed sister has more to say. She is only responsible for confirming Le Xia's identity. As for the matter of recruiting him, she still needs to entrust a more professional person to do it.

Nick Fury was on his way here on horseback at this time.

When she walked past Le Xia, the widow suddenly stopped again.

"By the way, last night, I apologized to you for what happened to Clint. Clint is the one who shot two arrows last night, each of which hit you. He is my colleague."

"Oh, him." Speaking of Clint Barton, Le Xia was happy again, wondering if Barton was mentally weak after returning.

"Well, Clint's two arrows were for saving people, but I didn't expect you to appear just where his arrows hit," the widow sister sighed, "To be honest, your speed is too fast. Like teleportation, I really doubt that you have other super powers, such as invisibility or something."

After finishing speaking, the widowed sister looked seriously at Le Xia's expression. Although Barton's experience last night was bizarre, if a person with the ability to invisibly play a prank on him by his side, everything would make sense.

But yesterday, Barton shot this guy twice, one to the forehead, and the other almost to anal fissure. After that, Barton went to check the situation recklessly.

If this guy was really there at that time, and he had the ability to be invisible, he probably couldn't help but play tricks on Barton.

No, if it were me, it might not be as simple as a prank. Clint would definitely not want to leave so smoothly.

The widow thought in her heart, and then suddenly an inexplicable thought flashed across her. Could it be that he knew about Clint's relationship with me, so he deliberately let Clint go?

I was inexplicably happy, and then the widow vetoed it decisively. I was not happy about it. I am an agent, and it is impossible for us...

Physical defects have always been a thorn in the widow's heart, and this is also the only weakness in her hard and strong heart.

"How is it possible! You say I'm fast, but I don't deny it. Of course, I mean...you understand. But I absolutely don't have the ability to be invisible. Don't talk nonsense. If you continue, I will almost become a superman."

Le Xia denied it very decisively, and without any psychological burden. He didn't have the ability to be invisible, and this ability belonged to Adou.

Although the widow had countless thoughts in her mind, she was very serious when she observed Le Xia's expression. She could see that Le Xia did not lie, he really did not have the ability to hide.

So, did Clint really encounter a ghost?
The widow was a little unsure about paying attention.

Or, there was another person there at the time.

Until she changed her clothes and came out, the widow sister still didn't understand this problem.

At this time, Julie had already prepared three bowls of instant noodles, and after carefully bringing them to the table, she begged for praise with pride.

"I'll try to see how your cooking is. Does it smell like the aunt in our university cafeteria?" Le Xia smiled, picked up the chopsticks and lowered her head, sucked ~ sucked ~ and ate up the noodles after a few mouthfuls.

Raising his head, Le Xia asked with some doubts, "Where did you get the instant noodles, it seems to have expired, and it smells musty."

Julie frowned and lowered her head to smell her face, "No, I don't have this bowl."

Le Xia leaned over, "Really, I don't believe it, I'll try yours, and I'll give you this."

"Here you are," Julie mumbled after changing the bowl with Le Xia's, "I've told you that you still don't believe me, these noodles are made in one batch, how could they be broken..."

suck~ suck~
Before Julie finished speaking, there was only soup left in the bowl of noodles.

Le Xia raised her head and looked at the widow who came over, "Well, your bowl may be moldy too, or..."

The widow shook her head, "I'm hungry, and moldy ones don't bother me."

Le Xia looked helpless, "But I consumed too much last night, I..."

"Who isn't?"

(End of this chapter)