Everyday life at Midtown High School

The CEO of Octa Group, Mr. Owen Keith, was really, really busy walking all the way to the venue.

First, a glamorous red-haired beauty walked over from the side, put on an expression of admiration, and asked him about electronic communication for a long time.The question is a bit simple, but with her hot body and the adoring expression on her pretty face, a man can't refuse her.

Mr. CEO couldn't help sneaking a few glances at her chest, seeing that it was still early, and patiently helped explain a few things;

After walking a few steps away from the beauty, a short man with a pointed chin, wearing glasses, and looking gentle suddenly rushed over and handed over a document with his arms outstretched, saying that he had to sign for something It was published because he had just chatted with a beautiful woman, so the time was too urgent. He didn't have time to read it carefully, so he only glanced at the trivial matter that seemed to be related to some employee taking pictures, and then casually signed the document;

Then, he bumped into the authoritative Professor George Falconer in the industry. This professor had a staid British gentleman style and was holding a black long-handled umbrella.

Mr. CEO felt that when talking to him, he felt like he had returned to the university campus all of a sudden. When facing the tutor's sharp questions one after another, he was full of tension and pressure, but at the same time, he was eager to get what he wanted. His appreciation.

After dealing with these people, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was about to sublimate.

Then, he received another call from a number he had never seen before. The other party claimed to be Richmond Valentine, a well-known rich man.

But the rich man said on the phone, "If I give you a chance, I can make this world a better place..."

"Crazy." Owen hung up the phone neatly, blocked it, and continued to walk towards the booth in the center of the venue.

In fact, if he could know who the people he met during the short journey of less than 8 minutes, he should feel deeply 'honored'.

The first redhead to strike up a conversation was the Black Widow. She successfully placed three bugs on him through the gap of the conversation;

The second man who asked for his autograph was none other than Daniel, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse who planned to make trouble today. He would use this autograph to successfully gain control of the stage;

The third one, the professor who cleverly obtained the intelligence and information he wanted to know by borrowing very professional dialogues and questions, was Harry Hart, code-named Galahad, from the British Kingsman secret service organization;

As for the last phone call that seemed to be crazy, it was also not small. It was Richmond Valentine, one of the world's most famous science geniuses, who had been on the rich list and invested in Hollywood movies.

But the poor Mr. CEO didn't notice it, he was still continuing with the 'new product launch' as ​​planned.

"Natasha, the situation is wrong." Hawkeye Clint held a glass of wine, habitually followed the nature of a sniper, skillfully stood in a hidden corner, but could see the overall situation.

He pretended to lower his head to drink and said, "Someone has already taken action. Pay attention to your left side... If I observed correctly, the guy standing there, covering his mouth with his arm, is giving orders."

"I've seen it, but...it's a little surprising," Natasha replied.

"What's the surprise?" Hawkeye asked.

"He looks a lot like Bruce from the front."

Natasha replied subconsciously.

"Who? Bruce?" Clint pauses for a second.

Then, he quickly realized that she was talking about Dr. Banner, and he couldn't help asking in surprise, "You two are good enough to call each other by name, Bruce?"

"Don't make trouble, do business."

Natasha said in a low voice: "They look very similar. If I hadn't read Banner's files, I would really suspect that this is his twin brother. However, the temperament of the two people is very different, and I would not mistake them. .”

"Anyway, keep an eye on him."

As Clint said, he looked up and continued to observe.

At this time, there was a violent commotion in the hall.

A woman wearing a white chef's uniform had a dispute with another chef at the scene. Then, when they were grabbing a big knife for chopping meat, the woman was suddenly chopped off by the knife, bleeding profusely. There was an uproar.

When everyone's attention couldn't help but be attracted by the bloody and screaming woman, all the agents with mission experience became vigilant at the same time.

Then, they saw at the same time that a man with a bald head and a hat suddenly stepped forward and hugged Owen Keith, the CEO of Octa Group, by the neck.

But Owen Keith did not refuse.

This made some of the agents who were planning to step forward hesitate to stop.

They watched helplessly as Owen Keith and the man with the bald head and the hat, shoulder to shoulder, walked backstage like close friends talking and laughing.

"Natasha? Owen Keith's reaction is not right."

Hawkeye quickly reminded in the communication channel.

"I saw it, and I'm rushing over."

Natasha replied while moving forward quickly: "If something goes wrong in a while, remember to meet me."

"Ok."

Hawkeye agreed decisively.

At this time, a man in a neat suit beside the professor also started to move in the same direction.

When the two squeezed out of the crowd at the same time and rushed into the corridor, they happened to bump into each other head-on.

The man moved his arm slightly, as if he was about to draw a gun.

Natasha shrank to the left immediately, and then, she casually tucked the skirt to her waist, and suddenly started to run, the whole person jumped up in the air, with her toes tensed, hooked the man's neck, and violently pulled him away. It was overturned abruptly.

The man didn't just sign it.

In such a fierce fight, he managed to pull out the suppressed pistol, without looking at it, and fired three shots in a row just by feeling.

Natasha dodged two shots, the last one was unstoppable.

At this time, she was very glad that she didn't prepare nothing just because she underestimated this task.Because, thanks to the body armor that Stark made, she survived. Although the ribs were extremely painful after being hit by a bullet head-on, it was better than accidentally getting injured or dying.

However, after such a fight, in order to avoid making too much noise and being discovered, the two of them agreed to stop fighting tacitly.

Only at this moment did the two of them have time to look at each other carefully, and then, after looking at and thinking about each other, they eliminated all the other's disguises from their brains, and instantly recognized each other's identities.

"Black Widow?"

The man raised his eyebrows and revealed Natasha's identity in one word.

"Lancelot." Natasha immediately responded.

At the same time, the shrewd red-haired female agent narrowed her eyes slightly and said: "Since you are here, then your companion, Professor George Falconer must also be one of yours in disguise. If I guess correctly If so, based on that outstanding bearing, he should be Galahad?"

"I heard that you are now working for Aegis? You also joined the Avengers?" the man code-named Lancelot said without answering.

Natasha untied the skirt from her waist again, spread her hands gracefully, and said vaguely, "Almost."

The two senior agents looked at each other again.

Because they were the same kind of people, they understood almost immediately that it was a daydream and impossible to dig out some useful information from the other party empty-handed.

"How do you want to solve it this time, Black Widow?" the agent codenamed Lancelot put away his weapon and asked.

"Exactly, how do you want to solve it?" Natasha said in her usual husky, sexy voice. "Don't forget, dear. This is America, and you British agents are a bit over the line."

"Trust me." Lancelot stood up, seemingly defenseless, while patting the dust on his suit, complaining: "If it is not necessary, I don't want to come here at all. I'm not used to it."

Natasha half-closed her eyes, her head turned rapidly, constantly analyzing his purpose of coming here and the true meaning of his words.

When the two agents confronted each other, Merritt McKinney, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, who was well versed in hypnotism, the bald man who took away Mr. CEO, successfully hypnotized CEO Owen Keith.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse began to perform.

But their purpose was different from that of all the agents present.

From the very beginning, they were directed at the agents who were born out of nowhere and said to be able to control the smart chips of all computers in the world. They stared dumbfounded at these four "folk idle magicians" who exposed on stage that "Octa Group steals and sells users." Private information, big news that endangers people's privacy'.

"Who gave them the news? The direction and focus are completely wrong."

Lancelot couldn't help frowning.

Natasha didn't speak, now is not the time to chat.

She turned around and left the British agent without hesitation. At the same time, she asked quickly, "Clint, have you found anything?"

"No, wait...no!" He changed his words suddenly.

"What discovery?" Natasha hurriedly asked.

"I think I saw Pooh." He replied hesitantly.

"What?" Natasha was surprised: "What is he doing here?"

"And Harry."

Hawkeye replied in a complicated tone: "Harry should have brought him in. The Osborne family has an invitation letter, damn it."

"It's bloody enough!"

Natasha hurriedly passed through the crowd: "Continue to observe if there are any abnormalities, and look at the children by the way. I have to go to the backstage to check again. These folks have attracted almost everyone's attention. So, where no one is paying attention, there must be something wrong."

At the same time, that Mr. Lancelot seemed to have discovered this.

After Natasha turned and left, he also started running quickly from the other direction.

Pooh stood in front of that Galahad, no, it was still Professor George Falconer, showing a cute expression of a good student asking questions.

In fact, he really looked for it in advance, and asked several questions in a serious manner.

"Though I'd be more than happy to help you out with a few more questions."

The gentle and refined professor smiled and said, "But your little boyfriend probably can't take it anymore, is that handsome blond guy? He's been watching behind you for a long time."

"But I did it on purpose."

Pooh looked at this steady elder who made people want to rely on him, frankly.

"My boyfriend is very interesting. Obviously he loves me to death, but he can't care about what I care about, but he likes to pretend to be generous the most."

He couldn't help but raised the corners of his lips and smiled sweetly: "Did you know? He brought me here today and said he brought me to see you. Since he has said so generously 'not interfering with my making friends', I Of course we can't let him down."

Then, he said flatteringly: "So, please don't mind, but now I am indeed waiting for him to finally be unable to bear it anymore, and then, no longer pretending to be generous, he will angrily come and drag me away."

Even if he is still concerned about the execution speed of Lancelot's mission...

But Galahad couldn't help but be amused by the young couple's vindictive ways.

If he has the time, he really doesn't mind, he listens patiently to the love story of the young couple, and occasionally works part-time as a third party prop for the two to 'enhance their relationship'.

But now, it is really not the time.

Just when he was about to find another tactful reason to get rid of Pooh, Harry finally couldn't help it.

His face was a little sickly pale, and he also had some dark circles under his eyes, but his appearance was indeed handsome, like a handsome boy walking out of an oil painting: "Pooh, I..."

"Okay!" Pooh, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately replied in a cheerful tone with an expression that he had expected.

"What's the matter? You don't know what I'm going to say?" Harry asked helplessly.

"Whatever you say, it must be great!" Pooh continued to reply cheerfully.

"Then if I tell you..." Harry continued trying to finish.

"No problem, let's go!"

Pooh kept a cheerful tone and answered neatly.

Harry looked at him speechlessly for a while: "I mean, I'm going to leave alone for a while first."

Then, he pointed to Galahad with a grim expression and said, "Uh... If you like, you can continue chatting with this gentleman for a while."

Pooh has no expression on his face: I don't know how to explain it to you, I just have blown out the cowhide.

Good evening, audience friends!Good evening, audience friends!

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