I used to believe in science

She and her partner sat on both sides of the table, supported by several guns. The table was not wide, and she could bump into the opposite knees when she sat forward, and there was only a revolver on the table between them, six Loaded, with a bullet in it.

The weapon had been rotated between them three times, and she had just pulled the trigger, and luckily nothing happened after the firing pin tapped.She lowered the revolver and pushed it across.The man across the way had beautiful dark eyes, and when he picked up the weapon, he turned the pistol and it clicked.

The man paused for a moment, and she could also hear the sound of loading, and there was a bullet in this round.The man raised his head, looked at her with those beautiful eyes, slightly raised the corners of his mouth and asked, "Do you believe me?"

She looked at the muzzle of the gun pointing at her, and there was no fluctuation in her heart, and she even wanted to laugh a little.

She actually did the same thing, but with one hand over her mouth, she tapped the table three times with the other, implying that there were three people behind him. "Don't ask stupid questions, Ethan."

In this organization, Ethan Hunt is her most trusted partner. If he is not trustworthy, then there is no one in this organization that can be trusted.

The corners of Ethan's mouth curved even more. The revolver in his hand was pointed at her steadily and firmly. The moment he pulled the trigger, the muzzle of the gun was thrown to the left, and the ballistic arc circled around her and hit her. For the person standing at the left rear, she flipped back over the chair and picked up the machine gun in the fallen body and swept it to the side. A burst of bullets knocked down the other two.And Ethan threw the empty revolver on the face of a person behind him, then punched the jaw and kicked another person's knee with a terrible fracture sound, and when he turned around, the third person Has been pierced through the temple.

The whole process took about 20 seconds. Ethan turned his head and looked at his partner, who held the machine gun on his shoulder with one hand, tilted his head and smiled, but his expression changed quickly.The second from smiling to terrified looks like a long shot like a funny drama, her instincts moved before she realized it and she fell to the side, a bullet drilled into her shoulder and caused a sharp pain.

Antoinette suddenly opened her eyes, and when she woke up suddenly, her still-awake brain sent a signal of residual pain. She subconsciously pressed to her shoulder, and only touched her clothes. There was no blood or injury.

She blinked, buried her face in her hands, forced herself to calm down, and her heartbeat slowly returned to normal.

She dreamed again. From childhood to adulthood, as long as she dreamed, the scene was almost the same. The life of playing another little girl was very peaceful at first. In the past two years, the conflict in the dream has escalated. The special agent team called "Mission Impossible" is doing the business of killing people and stealing goods every day. Sometimes the details in the dream are too realistic, which will make her have some illusions when she wakes up.

Just like now, when something is placed in front of her, she subconsciously hides back, dragging the chair on the ground and making harsh sounds.Only then did she realize that what was placed on the chair in front of her was nothing but a glass of white water in a disposable paper cup.

"I didn't mean it." The person sitting opposite raised his hands and made an innocent gesture, "I just don't like you."

"It's nothing, it's normal." Antoinette wiped her face again, and answered almost subconsciously. Many people asked her the same question, and even Pep suggested that she see a psychiatrist, but Antoinette himself didn't I don't think it's a big deal, not to mention that she is in a behavior analysis team, surrounded by a group of top psychologists.

At this time, she realized that the person she was talking to was not her acquaintance.

The two colleagues who came with her, Rhett and Rosie, were standing on the other side of the lecture theater, surrounded by enthusiastic students.

She remembered that this was George Washington University, and they had been invited to give lectures.

This is a very routine speech, and the FBI also recruits students, especially their departments are always short of people, so they will accept guest invitations from some schools from time to time.

This time the main lectures were Rosie and Rhett, but she accidentally fell asleep during the lecture.

Thinking of this, Antoinette touched his nose with a guilty conscience.She turned her head and glanced at her two colleagues, they had no time to take care of her side, so she breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that the person who sat across from her when she woke up was still there, waiting quietly with.

She cleared her throat and focused on the other person, pretending to be warm and friendly and asking, "Can I do something for you?"

It was a tall person, and her professional habits allowed her to quickly analyze this person: Caucasian male, blond, less than 30 years old, and he did not flinch when looking directly at people, indicating that he has a tough personality and considerable self-confidence , The broad shoulders show his strong physique, while the hoodie and white T show his humble personality that he doesn't want to show off with this advantage.

"I thought you were with them." He pointed to Rosie and Rhett who were surrounded on the other side. "But obviously you have fewer people here, so I think I can take advantage of the loophole." He showed a friendly expression when he said this smile.

"Yes, we are colleagues." Antoinette remembered now that he was one of the few people who came early to occupy a seat, but he didn't sit in the front row, but sat next to the rear exit.

Usually people don’t pay much attention to the students sitting in that seat, because most of them are people who want to run ahead of time and are not really interested in their open classes.And this person's performance obviously broke through this pattern, which made her a little interested, "What question do you want to ask?"

As far as the other party is smart, it is worth her answering some questions.

"So, what is the age threshold for FBI recruits?"

This question made Antoinette quickly re-evaluate the other party, confirming that her assessment of his age was correct, and then she smiled, "Don't worry about it, the conditions are very loose." She leaned back on the chair and pointed with a pen. Pointing in Reid's direction, "Did you see that little genius? He joined the team at the age of 22, and the FBI will make an exception to recruit very good ones." Her eyes fell back on the person in front of her, "And your age is just right. , FBI likes fresh blood," she pointed to him and nodded her chin again "and it seems to have some social experience."

And this caused the other party to smile, he withdrew his gaze and asked Rhett jokingly, "Will the physical conditions be relaxed?"

"Knowledge is power, my dear." Antoinette subconsciously defended his colleague, but after a pause he had to admit, "But kicking the door and subduing criminals requires physical strength."

For a moment neither of them spoke, then at the same time they laughed, the other looked at her quietly after a few laughs and said "I can understand, it doesn't feel good to have a nightmare."

"Can you understand?" Antoinette was a little surprised by this sudden topic, she raised one eyebrow and leaned back in the chair to ask.

The opponent nodded with a sympathetic expression, "I often dream too."

"What are you dreaming about?"

"There is nothing." The other party shrugged and spread his hands. "Every time I close my eyes, I feel nothingness around me. I can't move, I can only fall slowly."

Anthony nodded, almost professionally, she suggested to the other party from a psychological point of view, "You know, dreams often reflect psychology. You dream of nothingness...maybe because you didn't get what you wanted in reality. s things."

The other party looked up at her almost immediately, with a flash of emotion in his eyes, mixed with surprise and regret, but he quickly covered it up and nodded, "I will think about it... Thank you."

"Hey, Netty!" At this moment, Rhett on the other side called out to her, and she turned her head to see him waving at her and making a gesture to leave.

Antoinette nodded back.

This exchange was obviously seen by the person sitting across from her, so the other party reached out, "Steven Rogers, nice to meet you."

Antoinette also held out his hand, "Tony Stark."

"..."

In the stiff expression of the other party, she showed a mischievous smile, "Just kidding, Antoinette Stark. Before you ask, yes, that is Stark, he is my brother."

Steve stared at the other person, wondering why the other person said that.

This little girl who he knew for a long time, Antoinette Stark, is a beautiful girl, not stunning, but her facial features are soft, her black middle hair just reaches her shoulders and hangs down naturally, her blue hair Her large eyes and her baby face made her look like she was in her early twenties, not as high-profile as her brother, nor did she have the instantly recognizable popularity.

Then he suddenly understood the joke about the name, so he smiled embarrassedly, "My name is indeed Steve Rogers."

"Oh, that's normal, as far as the census is concerned, just after World War II, the name 'Steven' was used by 24% of the population, and Rogers itself is a very common surname. In addition to reflecting your parents are potential Captain America fan, nothing else." Antoinette blinked at him.

Steve couldn't help but smile as he watched the little blue eyes blink playfully.