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Just when Natasha was about to run out of the glass door, a powerful figure rushed in from outside the store and instantly threw Natasha to the ground.

That's Cole Burrows

Natasha lay on the ground, threw the pager, pulled out a pistol, and fired the gun at the huge dog head lying on her body with a "bang bang bang bang" sound.

"Bang bang bang."

Natasha fired the remaining three bullets at Bank, who was walking slowly behind her, trying to block Bank's path and buy herself time.

Throwing the empty pistol again, Natasha pushed Colberos' "corpse", only to find that it didn't move at all. She was horrified to find that the giant bulldog, which had withstood four of her bullets, did not fall to the ground. There's even a hint of human mockery on the giant dog's head.

"Bah, bah, bah, vomit, ugh, this thing is because you are afraid of the human world and the reason why you don't lead us to dominate the world is to scratch your itch. You haven't found anything that can pose a threat to us." Korberos said in Natasha's frightened voice. With his eyes, he spit four chewed-up bullets stained with saliva into her face. The dog made a strong sound from its mouth and asked Bank disdainfully.

Yes, Korberos was called back by Bank through the soul connection.

Korberos, who was riding on Queen Angela's back, was in such high spirits that he directly ignored Bank's call. Why did he, a worthless master, want to go back by himself when he bullied a young concubine?

But when I heard Bank say, "Come back soon, we're going to fight. Our first step to world domination depends on how many iron rhinos you can crush and how much of a shock you can inflict on those people." The tactical tank was defeated by Kolber Ross is called the Iron Rhino.

Just like other hell creatures that come to the human world, they either want to destroy or dominate. Even though Korberos is a dog, he is also a creature at the level of a mini-boss in hell.

It can be said that after coming to the human world, Korberos had only two interests, one was Queen Angela under his crotch, and the other was to follow his master to dominate the world.

But what makes his owner so unambitious that he is only willing to buy the cheapest dog food for himself, so Kolberos put all his energy and interest on the female dogs.

So after hearing these words, Korberos, who was riding on Queen Angela's back, lifted up his pants, well, he pulled out his dog's forehead, which didn't seem right.

In short, he just said a few words to Queen Angela, "Woof, woof, woof, woof, little slut, I'm going to dominate the world, so I'll be here first today."

Under Queen Angela's confused and disinterested gaze, she ran towards Franklin Street.

"You can talk"

The widowed sister was held down by Colberos' arms, and she had no time to wipe off the bullets stained with saliva on her face. When she heard Colberos speak, her outlook on life was a little shaken. This inconspicuous little store , how many secrets are still hidden?

Bank simply ignored Kolberos' question. He didn't bother to explain to a dog the difference between the kinetic energy of a small pistol of only five or six hundred joules and the kinetic energy of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of anti-tank equipment.

Bank walked up to Natasha, bent down and wiped the dust and saliva-stained bullets from the widow's face. He said with a gentle smile, "Sir Natasha, didn't I tell you that there is one more thing?" , why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

Natasha forced a smile and said, "Mr. Lanlost, I didn't expect that there are so many secrets hidden in your little shop."

A small cluster of blood flames shot out from Bank's fingertips and touched Natasha's neck. The blood flames scurried towards Natasha's neck like a smart leech.

Bank said, "Sir, you look like this now, with my dog ​​riding on you, and you still call me Mr. Lanlost, making it seem like you are inferior. Let's do this. We communicate as equals, and you call me master." , or just Master Bank."

Natasha looked pitiful and said, "Master Bank, can you let me go? I promise not to reveal your secrets."

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"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no secret. I am willing to dedicate all my secrets and be honest with you. Have you forgotten? Just now, you said that you would recommend me as an agent of SHIELD. Let's talk to our director." , let’s discuss the new employee’s benefits.”

Bank helped Natasha up, but because of the blood flames that had just entered her neck, Natasha's blood was suppressed, making her whole body numb.

Half an hour later, after a meal, I cleaned up.

The rolling shutter door of Lanlost's shop was closed, and Kolberos was lying on the beanbag watching the explosion of cute pets. Of course, if the pictures and texts described cats or other cute animals, he would turn the page directly. When he gets to the page with the female dogs, he'll judge it like his own owner looking through Playboy.

Peggy had already set up a simple interrogation table, staring at her busy master, and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

And what is the busy Bank doing?

He was tying the legendary tortoise shell binding on Natasha who was sitting stiffly in the chair. It was almost completed now, well, if there wasn't a spider web with a useful bow, it would be considered a turtle shell binding.

"Ha, call it a day."

Bank pushed the tied up widow to the interrogation table.

"Let's discuss the benefits of new employees with the head of the organization now."

With that said, Bank took out the special black phone found on Natasha.

"Sir Natasha, it's up to you to call our Director Fury now. However, if you are unwilling or choose to die rather than surrender, I am very willing to torture you to extract a confession." Bank grabbed Nata. Sha's hair smiled at her "He Xun". Since he couldn't hold back his face, he was not ready to treat her gently.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Trident headquarters.

In the director's office, Director Nick Fury was sitting on a chair, still wearing the same black lining and black leather jacket that had never changed. He had a single eyepatch from the back of his head to his left eye, and his face was always dark, maybe because of him. Being black made him look extra serious.

At the table is Maria Hill, a level 9 SHIELD agent. "Director, the construction of the space carrier has come to an end, but I heard from Minister Pierce that a large number of the members of the World Security Council are concerned about the huge cost of building the space carrier. Funding, criticism."

Nick felt a little tired when he mentioned SHIELD's direct superiors, the Security Committee and its congressmen.

Those garrulous congressmen have raised too many questions and obstacles regarding the funds allocated to the Space Carrier in the past few years.

In their view, the funds for the research and development and construction of an aerospace carrier are enough to cover the cost of dozens of aircraft carriers, but what is its actual significance? Can it enable Black Hawk fighter jets to quickly reach the battlefield, or can it cause damage to terrorists? Quick and devastating blow

However, these effects can be achieved on ordinary aircraft carriers, and even several space stations in space can carry out more rapid and comprehensive global strikes than space carriers.

These are some of the words Nick has been hearing from the members of the Security Committee for the past few years.

But from the perspective of Nick, who is the director, this is no different from holding back SHIELD. There are so many terrorist organizations and stolen nuclear and dirty bombs in the world. If there is no SHIELD, you let the FBI Even colleagues from the National Security Bureau try to deal with it.

If they can have outstanding agents like Natasha, Hill, Coulson, etc. do a better job, Fury can kneel down for them.

"Let Minister Pierce handle the matter of wrangling with the World Security Council. We must believe in Pierce's ability. He has pushed past all the criticisms of the committee over the years," Nick said calmly.

"Jingle jingle."

After Nick finished speaking, before Agent Hill could speak, the phone on the table rang loudly.