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"Tell me, how did you discover my existence? Just because those gangsters disappeared, you were sent to investigate me. But as far as I know, SHIELD doesn't seem to be that free yet."

Bank sat on the widowed sister's butt, holding her arm with the sleeve burned off with one hand, grabbing the widowed sister's hair with the other hand, and pressing her face to the ground and rubbing it.

In fact, Bank doesn't want to confront SHIELD at this time.

After all, he was prepared to be monitored, but who asked the widowed sister to feed peanuts directly to his head? The powerful kinetic energy directly shocked Bank.

Although there is vampire energy protecting Bank's head, it is like wearing a reinforced carbon fiber helmet and being consecrated by a strong man with a sledgehammer. It directly shocked Bank's head and made him dizzy.

After all, this was the first time he had been shot, and Bank even felt that if he was shot again, he would definitely be able to go to Mephisto to talk about life, so Bank was also very angry.

I didn't throw you out because you were a widower. You even asked me to take a bullet. SHIELD is awesome, right? Bank thought, taking Natasha's face as a He picked up the mop and rubbed it on the ground.

Although the widow's face was squeezed and deformed by the ground, she still said calmly, "It's not us, it's me. I was originally here to perform a resort-level mission, but who made your store so conspicuous? Mr. Lanlost, besides, I also didn’t expect that a person with such powerful abilities as you would appear in a vacation-level mission.”

The conspicuous Bank said you are blind.

"Miss Natasha, I am in a very bad mood right now. I am no longer willing to accept your teasing and belittling. I am also very willing to reward you with a bullet."

His own shop is the most shabby and simple on this street. How could Bank not know that?

Bank let go of Natasha's arm and sat cross-legged on the widow's back. Natasha no longer overestimated her ability to attack Bank. If she couldn't reach it head-on, she would adopt a roundabout strategy. She could also see that. Bank was actually interested in her body.

So Natasha put her bare arm on Bank's leg. With her good flexibility, she turned her head and smiled charmingly at Bank and said, "But it is precisely because of this that the biggest You are conspicuous, Mr. Lanlost, you are one of the few shopkeepers I have ever seen who doesn't want to do business."

What kind of logic is this? It’s like reading a novel. How do you agents have such brains?

How come I don’t want to do business? If the popularity is not good, then it’s the shop owner’s fault that he doesn’t want to do business.

How can you understand the world of the poor? I don’t know which century it is when I want to eat it. Anyway, it is not a frozen instant meal produced in this century.

Also, can you put your arms on your legs to eliminate my anger? Am I so easily seduced? I, Banklanlost, am I someone who is so easily captured by beauty? How can I be naked? Naked body, let’s have a frank meeting.

Bank pursed his lips and continued to ask, "Miss Natasha, since I am regarded as a stranger by you, do you know the existence of mutants?"

Upon hearing this, Natasha kept weighing in her mind whether this Lanlost was not an alien, but a mutant. However, after carefully recalling certain details, this idea was directly denied by her.

"Mr. Lanlost, as far as I know, mutants belong to two completely different factions from the aliens. Although the number is as small as the aliens, the mutants are basically registered, supervised, and very They are low-key, so they are not as uncontrollable as the Yiren, and they rarely make any big news."

This is not a secret. As a powerful alien, Bank will know about it sooner or later, and the widowed sister will be "tortured" without any psychological burden.

Low-key, why don’t the mutants I know have a fuel-efficient lamp?

However, judging from the information I learned from the widowed sister, it seems that I have traveled to a movie world within the copyright of Marvel.

Bank, who now owns the rights to time travel, couldn't help but silently mourned for Fox for two minutes.

While Bank was meditating, Natasha turned around under Bank's buttocks, from lying on the ground to lying flat on Bank's crotch. She put one hand on the ground, and under Bank's scrutinizing gaze, He slowly sat up and moved his head slowly towards Bank. When his lips were almost close to Bank, he stopped, sprayed hot air on Bank's face, and said:

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So, Mr. Lanlost, can you let me go? If there is anything else you want to know, we can go to the basement alone and talk slowly. "

This is the truth. Facing a powerful person like Bank, Natasha has no choice but to continue to resist without overestimating her own abilities.

After all, even guns can hardly cause substantial harm to Bank, and as a super agent, Natasha has long abandoned the so-called sense of shame and honor. Her body is just a tool that she can borrow, even if she is a widower. This is not the first time that I have done this. This is theoretical. Please don’t blame the author.

In order to assassinate some big bosses, they had to go through several body searches to meet him. After the meeting, they hid behind bulletproof glass and were surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards to have a "frank interview" with him. It is the most direct and effective assassination method.

Even after killing the target person silently, you can sit down and smoke a cigarette and slowly think about how to escape.

After all, there are only a few big guys who have to put a few cameras in the bedroom to broadcast live broadcasts to others when they roll the sheets. At least Natasha has never met them so far.

Bank poked his head forward and sniffed Natasha's neck. The widow also cooperated by raising her head and leaning her neck towards Bank's lips.

But Natasha didn't know that she was committing suicide. As a vampire who could only afford to eat blood for a short period of time, Bank looked at the smooth neck of his widowed sister and felt deeply entangled in his heart. .

You can't bite it down.

You can't bite it down.

Bank was caught in a tangle, and his two tiger teeth were also wandering between growing longer and slowly shrinking.

"Suck it."

In the end, Bank just chose to have fun. If I were to regain the power of the Vampire Marquis now, as a B-level creature, I wouldn't be afraid of you, S.H.I.E.L.D.

Suppressing the bloodthirsty impulse to suck the widowed sister into a human, Bank pushed Natasha away and said, "No, if I just let you go like this, where will my face go as the most noble race in the world?" let it go."

"If Mr. Lanlost changes his mind and wants to come to my house to exorcise me, I will welcome him no matter when or how he does it. Well, I mean my home, not the location of our organization." .”

Natasha's charming hands were propped upside down on the floor.

Under Bank's sanctimonious, desireless, and very disdainful scrutiny, Natasha continued, "By the way, didn't I just say that something happened in my family that is difficult to understand, and Lanlos Mr. Te also said, if I come here to spend a thousand dollars every month, you will"

Seeing that Bank's eyes were wrong, Natasha changed her words and said, "You must know that after encountering some supernatural events, as a weak woman, I need some religious items to house the houses in New York to ward off evil spirits. Or please ask you Such a master comes to drive away those unclean things. Maybe we can cooperate for a long time. I know that the appearance fee for a person like you is definitely not low, but don't worry."

Under Bank's increasingly strange and even angry eyes, Natasha stopped talking and looked at Bank doubtfully.

"What did you say?" Bank shook his hands and pointed at Natasha angrily.

"I said we might be able to work together long-term."

"That's not the sentence"

Bank interrupted Natasha with a wave of his hand.

"I said those properties in New York, maybe"

"Ah~ evil capitalism, I want you to know that the dictatorship of the proletariat is the trend of the universe today, in the future, in all time periods, in the Milky Way, the Fairy System, the Centaur System, the 78 Galaxy, and all the galaxies."

Bank was filled with indignation.

"Speaking of the evil defender of the landlord class, in addition to owning several properties in New York, in which city do you own dirty, evil, hoarding real estate that uses the ugly face of capitalism to exploit working people?"

Bank grabbed Natasha's neck and pushed her to the ground, with a righteous look on his face, as if he had turned into a proletarian defender.

ps. The abilities of mutants come from the X gene they are born with. The abilities of the aliens come from the alien genes that are carried innately. They are the result of experiments conducted on humans by the Kree, an ancient alien race.