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Colson's residence is not far from Natasha's apartment.

I don't know whether it was to facilitate surveillance or because the ladies in the back office department were lazy, but the SHIELD field agents in New York were assigned to various areas in Queens.

It only takes about twenty minutes to drive from Natasha's apartment to Colson's residence.

That's how it was

Unfortunately, this time coincides with the peak travel period in New York.

Looking at the slow-moving traffic ahead, Leon curled his lips, held the steering wheel tightly, and looked down at his watch to confirm the time.

"It's 7:20, there are still forty minutes left, I should be there on time."

Leon muttered, feeling a little bored, then looked at Natasha who was sitting next to him, looked up and down, and said with a smile: "I just wanted to say that you look beautiful today."

Leon's compliment was not said casually, but was very sincere.

The appearance is very similar to Scarlett Johansson, coupled with the hot figure under the black skirt, the combination of the two obviously makes all men fascinated.

No wonder when Leon was riding Natasha just now, several black guys passing by had expressions like "Dude, yes, she's good." They whistled at Natasha.

Driving a luxury sports car and bringing such a beautiful woman out, enjoying the envious eyes of passers-by, at this moment, Lyon finally understood why Stark would like such a dissolute life of driving a luxury car all day long and shooting beautiful women everywhere.

Because, this feeling is so good

However, he just sighed in his mind about the "power of capitalism" and then put these emotions behind him.

Money is good and a very useful tool.

However, when a person is blinded by money, at that time, he is no longer himself, but becomes a slave of money.

Manipulating money is okay.

There is no need to be controlled by money.

Leon's praise made Natasha, who had no idea what she was thinking, suddenly come back to her senses.

"Well, what did you just say?"

Looking at Natasha, whose eyes were slightly confused, Leon couldn't help but frown slightly, and then asked: "It's nothing, it's you, what were you thinking about just now?"

"Just now, I was thinking about what type of woman Colson's girlfriend is."

Before Natasha could finish speaking, Leon interrupted her directly:

"Stop lying. I don't know about you. You always like to be alone. If you suddenly asked me to come out and drink with you, you must be looking for someone to talk to."

As he spoke, Leon looked at her quietly with a hint of searching eyes in his blue eyes:

"Tell me, what happened?"

Anyway, I originally asked Leon for a drink just to talk to him about my depression.

Now that Leon had reached this point, Natasha didn't think too much and told the truth.

"Do you remember what I told you last time about a man who was frozen in a research facility in Canada?"

"Winter Soldier" Leon took over Natasha's words and continued: "Of course I remember, who can forget such a thing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leon, who seemed to have thought of something, frowned and quickly asked: "Why did you see him?"

Natasha showed a slightly depressed expression and nodded slightly: "Well, I guess."

Hearing this, Leon couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and a bold guess flashed through his mind:

Is this Hydra's plan?

Help Pierce and others eliminate Fury's men by sending the Winter Soldier to assassinate senior SHIELD agents.

Leon, with countless thoughts flashing through his mind, continued to ask: "When and where?"

"Just a few days ago, in the Middle East"

"At that time, I was on a mission to escort a nuclear physics engineer out of the Middle East. Unexpectedly, when we drove near Odessa, someone shot out our tires with a gun."

"The car lost control and rushed towards the cliff. The engineer and I were lucky enough to jump out of the car when it was about to fall off the cliff."

Listening to Natasha talking about the extremely thrilling scene in an understatement, the wrinkles between Leon's eyebrows deepened even more.

"Then, when I was taking the engineer and preparing to leave, he stood in the distance and shot at us."

As she spoke, Natasha's expression gradually became serious:

"That shot penetrated my waist directly and hit the engineer's chest."

"Just like that, my 100% mission success rate was terminated by a guy wearing a mask."

"Not only that, but I also said goodbye to my bikini."

In her slightly depressed tone, it could be heard that Natasha was very upset about the other party's behavior of terminating her 100% mission success rate and leaving scars on her body.

However, Leon had no time to comfort her at this time.

The appearance of the Winter Soldier made him think a lot at once. He had to find out whether the Winter Soldier's action was simply to sabotage SHIELD's mission, or whether it was aimed at Natasha.

However, he heard a clue from Natasha's words.

"After he killed the engineer, he left."

Natasha nodded, "Yes, I tried to track him, but the bullets he used were bullets made in the former Soviet Union and had no ballistics."

After hearing this, Leon, who knew what he was thinking, confirmed again: "Then how do you know that he is the Winter Soldier you saw in Canada?"

"Although I only saw his figure from a distance, he looked very much like the man frozen in the cryo chamber."

"But" Natasha paused, twitching the corner of her mouth, revealing a confident smile:

"The reason why I am sure that he is the Winter Soldier is because his left hand is a mechanical prosthesis, a silver metal arm that I will never forget after seeing it."

"And the man I saw in Canada who was frozen in ice also had such a metal arm."

The truth often appears in front of you inadvertently

During a mission, Natasha unexpectedly met Captain America's lifelong best friend, "Winter Soldier" Bucky Barnes.

Natasha's slightly ethereal voice continued to sound in the enclosed car:

"After my investigation, I found that this Winter Soldier has a lot of background."

"Many intelligence agencies don't believe in his existence. Even when I was in the Red Room, I didn't see any intelligence about him."

"In the past fifty years, he has been considered the murderer of more than twenty assassination cases that have been drafted and closed."

"I thought it was just a ghost legend until I saw him with my own eyes"