I have a big ball of light

Returning to a safe house in St. Petersburg, Natasha's face was full of sorrow, although she didn't look like the eagle-eyed boy who had a Sima face after losing several colleagues.

Seeing this, Claude couldn't help but joked:

"What's wrong? There's only one goal left. Shouldn't you be happy?"

In his opinion, although there were occasional ups and downs during the entire operation, the results were undoubtedly successful.

Natasha gritted her teeth and said:

"It's all the fault of that archery guy. My last trump card was wasted on such a small character."

"You can just cause a city-wide blackout again."

Claude could only give three words of evaluation to the performance of the woman in front of him, whose acting skills were enough to win several Oscars:

“Well done”

He dared to bet his entire fortune that if he pushed harder, the woman nicknamed Black Widow could continue to take out the last hole card and the last hole card, adding up to the word "most" infinitely.

Natasha rolled her eyes and smiled bitterly:

"You thought it was a power outage? This kind of thing can only have a surprising effect the first time. It won't have much effect the second time."

Seeing that her misfortune failed to achieve the expected results, Natasha rolled her eyes in a circle and asked Claude:

"Since your organization is so capable, then you know who that archery boy is and why he keeps causing trouble for me."

"His name is Clint Barton, nicknamed Hawkeye. He is affiliated with the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency and has authorization from the International Security Council to handle major global security incidents."

Claude reached out his hand and gently lifted Natasha's chin.

Since Natasha wanted to get some information out of him, it wouldn't be too much to charge some interest herself. She smiled lightly and said:

"It seems that you have become a global security risk."

Natasha smiled charmingly, stretched out her tongue and licked her sexy red lips, wanting to bite Claude's finger.

Claude quickly retracted his hand. He was sure that if he didn't retract, he would definitely be bitten by the black widow.

After this bite, Claude couldn't guarantee that he could withstand the next move.

Looking at the courageous man in front of her who retracted her hand, Natasha turned around and collapsed on the sofa nearby, saying nonchalantly:

"A security risk is a security risk. Anyway, this is not the first time. It is not the first time that these Americans have labeled us Slavs like this."

Claude agrees with this point of view. After all, when Millician thinks that you have weapons of peace, you'd better have them, otherwise, you have to prepare for your death.

As for Natasha, she wasn't surprised at all when she heard about Snake and Shield, a world-famous shit-making organization.This is not surprising, after all, the Leviathan organization she previously belonged to has as much history as S.H.I.E.L.D.

Claude glanced at Natasha who was listless, as if she had lost all her motivation, and couldn't help but ask:

"There is another person on your revenge list, how are you going to deal with him?"

He has spent enough time on this woman, and he doesn't want to keep spending it like this.

As a moderately successful capitalist, Claude deeply understands the so-called sunk cost of "the more you invest, the more reluctant you are to give up."

Natasha looked helpless, spread her hands and said feebly:

"I have no idea. If they failed to fish this time, the guy must be hiding. I can only lurk for a while and wait for the opportunity."

Claude sat next to Natasha and said in a consultative tone:

"Let's discuss it. Otherwise, I'll help you deal with him. In return, how about you voluntarily join mib?"

Natasha rolled her eyes and said slowly in her sexy cigarette voice:

"My life is not that cheap. I have more time and can wait slowly. It is not difficult to kill him. If you can't wait any longer, you can leave now."

Now it was Claude's turn to be embarrassed and couldn't help but smile bitterly. This woman was really difficult to deal with.

It's really not easy to subdue him, but I don't know what method the Eagle Eye boy with a weak sense of presence used.

Could it be a beauty trap or some kind of speciality?

By the way, I am much more handsome and richer than that guy who only knows how to shoot arrows.

I glanced at the vodka next to the cabinet.Well, as a Slav, it makes sense to always have some slightly zesty drinks in the safe house.

When dealing with Slavic women, you must drink some wine, talk to each other, treat each other with sincerity, and then you should deal with that.

However, I can't feel sorry for Serena.Alas, being a handsome guy is so difficult.

Of course, Claude had forgotten that he was using John Wick's poker face at this time. As a world-famous rich man, it was very reasonable for him to borrow his younger brother's vest when he went out to do things.

When Claude fell into a natural fight, Natasha's eyes flickered a few times.

He picked up the vodka on the side and poured a glass for Claude. He then blew on the bottle and joked:

"Why haven't you decided whether to leave or stay here with our furry bear? If you are in trouble, have a few drinks. After a few drinks, all your worries will disappear."

Claude took the glass and took a sip, feeling the spiciness coming from his mouth, and his whole head became clearer.

He is not afraid of getting drunk. With his current physical condition, let alone a few bottles of wine, he will not get drunk even if he swims in vodka.

After a few rounds of drinking with Natasha, Claude asked:

"Can you tell me why you don't want to join us?"

Natasha burst out laughing:

"You are really not a qualified persuader. How can you ask me this kind of question?"

Natasha stretched out her hand, followed Claude's arm with her fingers to his face, reached out and touched the nano mask on Claude's face, and laughed:

"From the first time we met, you used a mask to meet me."

Seeing that Claude wanted to speak, Natasha pressed his mouth with two fingers and continued:

"You don't have to quibble. Although, I don't know what kind of technology the mask on your face uses to make your face look real. However, in the eyes of people like me, there is still a lot of unnaturalness. flaw."

Natasha retracted her outstretched hand, took a sip of Vodka, stood up, walked towards her room, opened the door, turned her back to Claude and said:

"An organization that dares not show its true colors, an organization that does not show its strength, and an organization that only relies on words, what reason can there be for people to willingly surrender to it?"