Everyday life at Midtown High School

The British agent Lancelot entered the backstage one step earlier than Natasha this time.

At this time, Mr. CEO, who was supposed to be standing in the center of the stage and was in charge of tonight's performance, fell asleep on a chair because of being hypnotized.

On the big screen outside, the debut of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse is being played.

The British agent seemed to have purposely walked directly to the Mr. CEO, quickly checked and searched his body, and then successfully found a key that was only the size of a little finger.

Immediately afterwards, like a well-trained hunting dog, he started sniffing, sniffing, knocking, vigilantly and agilely, looking for the place in the house that should be opened by this key.

He managed to find a small box.

After initially guessing that it might be what he was looking for, he made a quick decision, immediately put it away as soon as it was ready, and hurried out of the house.

However, when he was crossing a corridor, he was still intercepted.

A low-pitched mechanical voice suddenly sounded: "Put down the gun, turn around, and give it to me."

Lancelot's body froze for a moment, but after all, he had expected this situation in his heart, and he was not surprised.

He threw the gun obediently, raised his hand, and turned around slowly pretending to surrender, so as to relax the other party's vigilance. Then, after seeing that person, he couldn't help but gasped.

Because, in front of him was a strange man wearing a green armor and stepping on a flying skateboard, looking at him coldly.

As a well-trained agent, Lancelot quickly calmed down.

"I've always heard that there are many amazing specialties in the United States. I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Green Goblin. I've known you for a long time." While maintaining his demeanor politely, he was actually taking the opportunity to delay time.

Norman Osborn looked at him coldly, but he didn't take this person with no supernatural powers seriously.

"Give me the box," he ordered.

"Maybe we can talk peacefully. Chips won't do much for you, Mr. Goblin."

"There should be a better way to deal with it if we talk about it," Lancelot said.

"To shut up!"

Norman didn't want to hear him say, "Give it to me."

"Well, it's not good that you're too impatient!"

Mr. Agent held the box with one flat hand and raised the other hand high, indicating that he was not playing any tricks, and then handed it over with a harmless face.

But the moment Norman took the box, a strong electric shock came instantly.

He screamed involuntarily, let go of his hand, and the box fell to the ground.

The British agent activated the electric shock ring on his finger in time, and immediately seized the opportunity to pounce on it.

He slammed his shoulder into Norman Osborn's stomach, slamming his whole body against the wall.At the same time, the other hand quickly pulled out another gun from his sleeve, pressed it against Norman's forehead, pulled the trigger, and fired three shots without hesitation.

The Goblin helmet is bulletproof, and obviously, no corners were cut in it.

Therefore, that Mr. Agent did not have any hope of killing the Green Goblin with a gun, but although the helmet can indeed effectively prevent bullets, it can't alleviate the huge impact of bullets fired at high speed. As if being hit violently by a derailed locomotive, his head froze for an instant.

And what Lancelot wanted was this moment.

Although Norman took the serum and experienced a certain degree of mutation, it is naturally impossible to compare with professional agents in terms of combat experience.

This moment of absence immediately gave Lancelot, who had seized the opportunity, the upper hand.

But although he gained the upper hand, the British agent knew clearly that this was only a short and temporary victory achieved by his skill and experience.Once the time is prolonged, it is absolutely impossible for him to defeat Norman Osborn, who is already a superpower in a certain way and also has a full set of Green Goblin armor.

As a result, he gradually began to think of retreating, and began to think of ways to escape safely.

Just at this time, because she was worried about Pooh, Natasha, who was a step late, also came to the small room where Mr. Agent got the box before encountering the Green Goblin.

Although she still opened the door vigilantly and carefully, she knew she was a step late, and she was not very optimistic about her action this time, and she was ready to find another strategy.

However, she was still surprised when she opened the door.

Mr. Owen Keith, the CEO who was supposed to be in a coma, was sitting firmly in his chair and smiling at her.

On the other end, after Harry finished the previous words and left alone, Pooh, who had just finished bragging, looked at the 'Professor George Falconer' in embarrassment, and sighed cheekily: "The planner Not changing fast."

Galahad, who was planning to find an excuse to leave, almost laughed again.

However, he still managed to put on a polite expression of 'I didn't seem to hear anything, but that was just for your sake. In fact, I heard everything'.Then, he pretended nothing had happened, but said goodbye to Pooh with a hint of embarrassment on his face, and said in a tone that was obviously making excuses: "I'll go over there to meet my friends."

Pooh smiled shyly and waved his hand quite naturally.

"See you next time, Professor," he said.

I have to say that Pooh still reacted gracefully and calmly after being punctured; and the professor's 'considerate' demeanor of pretending to be nonchalant and making excuses to leave in order to avoid embarrassment for the other party, all of which made them feel good about each other. .

"An interesting kid," Galahad thought to himself.

"What a respectable professor." Pooh also thought to himself.

After the professor left, Pooh fell into a state of not knowing what to do again.

My unreliable lover ran away inexplicably at the critical moment; and the person I struck up a conversation with was also embarrassed to get together because of the previous incident.

He wandered back and forth in the hall for a few times, and he didn't know anyone, nor was there any topic that was interesting enough to attract him, and most importantly, there was no handsome guy who fit his aesthetics.

Bored, he turned and walked outside.

Because, before entering the venue, some of the security guards in uniform who were responsible for the security check were quite eye-catching.

In order to show favor to the U.S. military, many of the security guards hired by Octa Corporation are veterans of the military. Regardless of their appearance, at least they look like they have good facial features, a tall and straight body, and will not attract people's disgust.

Pooh likes to be lively and chat with people since he was a child.

But those people in the lobby are either reporters or bloggers, or representatives of some companies. Chatting with them is not about profit, but hypocritical and polite words from you to me. Therefore, he would rather run out and talk to a group of eye-catching security guards. chat.

He casually leaned over, and casually made an opening sentence: "There are so many people here today."

Those security guards looked at each other, a little confused, but they all cautiously did not answer.

"It's a bit too stuffy inside, not suitable for a young man like me. Speaking of which, I know a man who is likely to become my other father in the future. He is also a veteran. He mentioned a lot of things in the army to me. .”

Then, he asked with a malicious smile: "I heard that there are always many people selling insurance on your side, is it true?"

A group of security guards laughed in unison.

"Yeah, those sneaky bastard salesmen usually just tell us, 'Do you think the government will send soldiers with insurance or soldiers without insurance?'"

Pooh narrowed his eyes with a smile: "So, you all bought insurance?"

"Of course." The group of veteran security guards replied.

Ten minutes later, a group of security guards were already facing him and began to tell stories about their time in the army.

After 10 minutes, they are ready to talk about their current work and family.

After 25 minutes, a security guard turned around, made a pot of tea naturally, unwrapped some confiscated snacks, and handed them to Pooh.

Among them, Hawkeye's favorite cookie is included.

Without knowing it, Pooh ate two pieces of red bean stuffing with a cup of tea.

"Do you know Sky Eye?"

The CEO Owen Keith asked Natasha with a smile.

"Does that organization really exist?"

Natasha raised her eyebrows, neither answering yes nor no answer.

"Whether it exists or not, it is not going to be easy to fight S.H.I.E.L.D. in the United States."

Owen Keith said to himself: "I can tell you directly that the chip is not magical in the legend. It may be useful, but it is not very useful. It is just a pretense for fishing."

"What do you mean?" Natasha asked calmly, still noncommittal.

A look of helplessness suddenly appeared on Owen Keith's face.

The red-haired female agent was indeed not easy to deal with.From the beginning to the end, she neither said what she knew nor what she wanted to know, but shrewdly kept asking some seemingly meaningless questions to induce him to say more.

"Maybe you don't believe it, but Tianyan really has no intention of being an enemy of Aegis. There may even be a possibility of cooperation in the future."

"So, can you represent the Eye of Heaven?"

"No, I'm just a contact."

Mr. CEO put on a mysterious expression again.

"You don't think that by saying this, we can shake hands and make peace now, and be good friends happily?" Natasha couldn't help but smiled, and her tone was even more straightforward.

"Of course I will show my sincerity to you."

Mr. CEO looked outside and said: "The FBI is here, and it's my turn to play again. You can leave first."

Natasha suddenly showed a puzzled expression.

But when she realized that the other party had no intention of saying anything more, she didn't want to continue pestering her and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Mr. CEO reminded: "Remember to bring that box of cookies with your companion when you leave."

After Natasha left this room, the situation outside was completely chaotic.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse who were exposing 'Octa Group stealing users' privacy and selling them to the black market for huge profits' were suddenly exposed by a voice; at the same time, a wall was blasted, and the Green Goblin suddenly charged When they came out, the two Kingsman agents fled and fought. There were explosions, gunshots, and screams from the people present. A large number of people from the FBI rushed to the scene...

"It's too messy, Natasha, who should we hit?"

Even Hawkeye was a little dizzy and said so in the communicator.

"The situation has changed, and no one will fight."

Natasha replied quickly: "I will go back and inform you of the specific situation. Now, don't meddle casually. You go to the security check, take your cookies, and we retreat."

Hawkeye was stunned for three seconds.

He moved and replied: "Natasha, you are so kind. How could I have misunderstood you as petty and indifferent before? You are simply a warm-hearted and kind angel. At this time, you can still help me think of my little sweet Cake, I am so touched, we must be good friends for life."

Natasha, petty and indifferent: Ha ha.

"It seems that something happened inside?"

Holding a cup of tea, Pooh leisurely looked across the hall suspiciously as if he was attending a tea party.

At this time, the security guard received a strange call from Mr. CEO: "Give the confiscated cookies to a man and a woman who will come out later."

Cookies?Why on earth should a big boss with a lot of work pay attention to a cookie?

The security guard looked at the box of cookies that Pooh had already eaten, a little confused.

But the next moment, he calmly took the cookie box away from Pooh, closed the lid, and pretended nothing had happened.

Winnie blinked at him.

"There are quite a few pieces in there."

As if comforting his security guard, he said, "You shouldn't see anything, don't worry."

After 1 minute, Black Widow and Hawkeye really rushed out.

Pooh looked at them both in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"I'll explain later, my dear."

Natasha said as she snatched the box containing the cookies from the security guard.

Hawkeye took a step forward and lifted Pooh up with one hand: "Let's leave together, I'm really worried about leaving you here alone."

"But... Harry's still in there..." Pooh said, "You... what's going on here?"

"That boy Osborne is smarter than you!"

Natasha replied: "Don't worry about him, it's a bit messy inside, you can go back with us first."

In a temporary stronghold of S.H.I.E.L.D.,

"You said the chip has been handed over to us, so where is it?"

Natasha crossed her arms, stared indifferently at Owen Keith on the big screen and asked, "I don't remember getting anything from you."

Mr. CEO raised his index finger and shook his lips: "Don't speak casually when you don't understand the situation."

Then, he directly revealed the mystery, and said with the expression like preparing a Christmas gift: "Didn't you take a box of cookies? Haven't found it yet?"

"What?" Hawkeye exclaimed.

Natasha immediately turned her head sharply and asked, "Clint, where are the cookies you brought back?"

"I took it for inspection, and after finding nothing wrong, I ate it directly!"

Hawkeye had a confused expression: "I really didn't find anything! I ate them all..."

"Eat it all?" Natasha asked incredulously, "Why do you dare to eat anything?"

"It's said to have been checked!" Clint yelled, "Besides, it's mine, and I'm going to have it for lunch and dinner."

Natasha: ...I would like to apply for a change of partner, thank you.