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Chapter 73 Paris
An open space in the woods near St. Edward's, where a very sci-fi aircraft is parked.It is the legendary Quin-jet aircraft of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Before boarding the Kun-style aircraft, Natasha looked at the long knife on Chang Wei's shoulder, and finally couldn't help asking: "Your...weapon?"

Chang Wei didn't speak.

"Okay, that's a stupid question." Natasha shrugged and turned to board the plane.

Chang Wei followed closely.

There is only one pilot on the aircraft.Adding Chang Wei and Natasha, there are only three of them.After a while, Chang Wei only felt a slight vibration, and the aircraft lifted off, pierced through the clouds, and galloped away.

Natasha gave Chang Wei a stack of information and told him the specific execution process of this mission.

"We will arrive in Paris before 06:30 in the morning." In front of her was a tablet with many red dots marked on the screen, and she said: "Your first destination is here."

Her slender fingers pressed on a flashing red dot: "Mars Grand Theater. There will be a grand reception here today. The Swedish nuclear physics expert will attend the reception. Your first target is him Grab him quietly and bring him here before twelve noon."

She pointed to another red dot and asked Chang Wei: "Can you drive? Mr. Ghost."

Chang Wei glanced at her and still didn't speak.

"Well, this is another stupid question." Natasha threw an earplug-shaped thing to Chang Wei: "It has instant messaging and global navigation functions. If you have any questions or any news, you can contact me in time through it. "

"Isn't it the thing you gave me before?" Chang Wei weighed the earplugs and stuffed them into his ears.

"It's different." Natasha shook her head: "This is for work, and that is for personal use. What you use for work is monitored at all times, but what you use for personal use is not."

Chang Wei raised his head: "Remember my previous request."

"Of course. They won't know that the ghost of Christmas is involved in this matter. You are just a mysterious agent code-named 085 of our S.H.I.E.L.D." Natasha shrugged.

Then Natasha finished talking about the so-called task flow, and threw the tablet aside: "You know, things like task flow are necessary, but in the process of execution, there is no need to follow them all. Because we know that the plan will never catch up. Variety."

"So this nuclear physicist can die?" Chang Wei said lightly.

Natasha gave him a surprised look: "He is a scientist and a useful person."

"How useful is it?" Chang Wei asked her: "How come this person is associated with horrible shit?"

Natasha then told Chang Wei a story.

It's nothing more than a scientist with profound knowledge but low emotional intelligence who hits the wall everywhere, accepts the influence of some extreme ideas, and turns into a bloody story of half a horrible dung.

It was the Swedish nuclear physicist who said it.

"In this case." After hearing this, Chang Wei said in a very puzzled way: "People's thinking is often not easy to change. The so-called country is easy to change and nature is hard to change. Once changed, it is not easy to reverse it. He accepted extreme thinking, so The better the person, the greater his destructive power. What are you keeping? Kill them all."

"The above meaning." Natasha clearly had the same opinion as Chang Wei, she said: "What you said is very reasonable, and I think so too, but his knowledge has taken a fancy to the above."

Chang Wei couldn't help being speechless.

Well, knowledge is indeed priceless.It is probably a tradition that SHIELD becomes Snake and Shield without price.

People of all kinds are stuffed into it, the team is not pure, it's no wonder it's not chaotic.

"But the executor is you." Natasha smiled: "What to do is up to you. But I want to remind you: he can't die before he gets back the plutonium core. That may cause terror to stop Vigilance leads to failure."

At early [-]:[-], when the northern hemisphere was still in the bleak dawn, Chang Wei and Natasha finally arrived at a hidden airport in the suburbs of Paris.Here, the two are about to separate.

Natasha said she was going to follow up with another line.

"I wish you all the best, Mr. Phantom." Natasha got into a car that suddenly drove over and drove away in an instant. Chang Wei stood there for a while, until the car disappeared from sight, then he put away the long knife, Turn around and sink into the numb morning light.

Paris, the so-called romantic capital.Looking up and down, Chang Wei didn't think there was anything out of the ordinary.There is nothing more than a difference in architectural style, and the better ones are not seen.

He was at the top of a thirty-story building, standing on the palm-width eaves.Under the eyelids, the dark red in the distance to the east suddenly appeared, and the sun's light came out one after another, about to break the last darkness before dawn.

Vast cities, rows of high-rise buildings, and streets that criss-cross in the early morning and are still quiet.I heard that Parisians are very lazy, no wonder there are not many cars on the street at this time.

Chang Wei's mask had been taken off, revealing an unfamiliar face.The communicator in his ear, which he had long blocked with a ray of mana, resumed communication.

The present face was not his real face either.One of Chang Wei Duogou's?S.H.I.E.L.D. is just a generator, and he's always on guard.Intermittent communication is a good tool.

No one knows how many functions this thing in the ear has.Can't help but hear the signal from this thing, Chang Wei worried that the eyes staring at him all the time in the sky won't blink.

Although it is a product of technology, the principle is here.Mana can isolate signal transmission.For example, once Chang Wei's mobile phone was blocked with magic power, there would never be a signal response.

At this time, Chang Wei was wearing ordinary casual clothes, his hair hadn't changed, but his face was so ordinary that he could hit seven or eight people by throwing a brick on the street.

Thin build, normal face, normal attire.More like a tourist visiting Paris - if not on the roof.

Overlooking from the top of the building, the dome-style building opposite is the so-called Mars Grand Theatre.There is still some time before the banquet, nine o'clock.It is not yet seven o'clock.

Chang Wei's expression was calm, and he stepped forward in one step, fluttering like a leaf in the wind, across the dangerous distance between the two buildings, landed on the dome of the Grand Theater, turned around and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)