[Comprehensive British and American] Fantastic monsters are here

Clint and Barlow run into their colleague at the end of the hallway at headquarters, a gorgeous red-haired female agent, both of them fresh from their respective assignments, both still in their uniforms.

"Hi, Natasha." Clint greeted the woman across the way. "How about a drink tonight?"

After Tang Peiling left, Clint lay in ambush near the villa for a while, making sure that they would not appear again for the time being, and brought Barlow back to the headquarters to report on the mission.The agents staying around Stark's villa also all evacuated the scene an hour ago, because Stark was about to go to Afghanistan, and he hadn't returned home for more than 24 hours.

"I thought you weren't that energetic. I heard that you were attacked by a supernatural person." The female agent named Natasha smiled and said to the little man standing next to Clint, "Are you injured? Little rabbit?"

"Thank you for your concern, Agent Romanov." Barlow looked flattered and pleased, and pretended to straighten his shirt, "I'm fine, very fine, nothing better than now."

Clint patted Barlow on the shoulder: "Hey, don't you dislike being called 'Little Rabbit'?"

Natasha Romanoff (Natasha Romanoff), code-named "Black Widow (Black Widow), and Clint also belong to the control department of the Security Bureau, a senior field agent. The fact that she and Clint can meet here means that Nata Sha has just reported on her work.

"Agent Romanov is none other than someone else." Barlow said righteously, "She can call me anything." Barlow took a step forward, although it was a short step, "Miss Romanov, you still Beautiful and charming."

"Thank you." Natasha said. She bent over and gave Barlow a smile that was enough to make him feel happy. "Unfortunately, Clint, I have other appointments tonight." From Natasha's mouth Appointments that come out are usually referred to as "classified missions", fraught with danger and instability.

"It's a pity, I thought I was the one worthy of your date." Clint said, he understood what Natasha meant, "I wish you a long way."

Just when the two were about to separate, Clint seemed to remember something: "There is a movie." He said to Natasha, "You can wait for the 'date' to end and go to the cinema to see it, I think it's very interesting, female The main character is this year's Oscar winner, what's her name?" he asked Barlow.

"Kylie Kardashian." Barlow said, "She is my favorite female star!"

"Films?" Natasha said, "You know I don't watch literary films."

"Accurately speaking, it should be a suspense film. Of course, you can treat it as an action film." Clint said, "A story about a ballet dancer turned into a beautiful spy. The heroine's acting skills will definitely make you amazed."

Natasha smiled inexplicably: "What name?"

"'Old Stories of the Red House'." 【Note】

When Clint returned to the secret service dormitory, he couldn't describe the weird feeling, like the discomfort of being stalked all over his body.Clint was sure the room was empty, he didn't have much furniture, and even though the room was fairly spacious, Clint only needed to glance around to see if there were any villains hiding in it.

His bed is solid, and his wardrobe is so small that even a 5-year-old child can't fit it in.

The only thing in the room where someone could hide was probably the refrigerator. The simple refrigerator with a single door contained a lot of his favorite instant food. Clint didn't think there would be any enemies willing to hide in it, and there was a greater chance of revealing his identity there.

He didn't turn on the light right away. The agent who has been fighting in the dark all year round can adapt to the dark environment within 0.3 seconds. Clint holds the gun in his hand. Although he prefers to use cold weapons, he will be in close contact at any time In the case of fighting, the gun can solve the trouble the fastest.

He stuck to the gate in a posture of preparing for battle and remained motionless, using his hearing to sense danger.

Suddenly, all the lights in the dormitory were turned on, Clint squinted subconsciously, and soon realized something was wrong.

Clint saw a thinly dressed woman sitting on his bedside table. He could almost see her skin through the light blue gauze. Clint instinctively shifted his gaze to the woman's face, not paying attention. those parts that are susceptible to interference.

It was a face that would captivate most men, even with eight tails wagging behind her ass, it didn't affect her charm.

Clint had to admit that if it weren't for the contact lenses in his eyes to prevent being bewitched by monsters, he would definitely "love" her without hesitation the moment he looked into the woman's eyes.Clint knew the woman was using some kind of illusion on him, and he could vaguely see the blue glow of the other's iris through the lens.

"Save your energy." Clint said first, "Or let's talk about something serious first, such as what you are going to do when you break into my room and sit on my bedside table." He walked forward indifferently Two steps, "Do you want coffee?" Clint pointed in the direction of the kitchen, "I can make you a cup."

Tang Peiling's eyes gradually darkened and turned into ordinary blue eyes: "It's interesting." She slid down from the bedside table, light and graceful, "Clint Barton?"

Clint's heart beat fast, of course not because of falling in love, but because he thought of Barlow, the little rabbit's words.

All monsters over 200 years old cannot use common sense to guess his intentions. They have both human cunning and cruel animal nature. If the other party happens to be a carnivore, it will be even more difficult to deal with. They see humans like humans see ants Just as insignificant.

"You know, mind reading?" Clint tried to fiddle with the communicator attached to his belt with his other free hand. There was a panic button on it, which could directly transmit information to the control department.

"You are very famous in this place. If I just ask anyone, I will know who you are and where you live." Tang Peiling said slowly.

"It sounds like someone was unlucky." Clint said, trying to buy himself more time, before he could figure out Tang Peiling's intentions.

"I'm reasonable." Tang Peiling said, "Baro is happy to tell me everything."

"As far as I know, people with supernatural abilities are not allowed to harm each other," Clint said.

"stranger?"

"It's monsters, we call you supernatural beings."

"It's a good name, it sounds better than monsters."

Clint said: "Baro is a good rabbit, and he is a vegetarian. You must not be willing to hurt him, right?"

"I don't eat rabbits." A pleasant voice suddenly reached Clint's ears. Tang Peiling had arrived behind the agent at some point. She destroyed his communicator, removed the weapon from his belt, and After taking away his bow/crossbow, this series of actions lasted less than a second, "I'm more interested in you than him."

Tang Peiling's movements were so fast that even Clint's eyes couldn't keep up, but he still reacted subconsciously, but he immediately found that his hands and feet became stiff and even lost consciousness. The position of his wrist and ankle Wrapped with silvery filaments.

like hair.

"Ma'am, I'm an exorcist, you should know, the tattoo under my ear can prove it, there is a truce agreement between the exorcist and the supernatural being." Clint was glad that he could still speak, "Are you In retaliation I shot your friend with an arrow? In fact, I didn't hurt him. Must say to the wrong side. I think you started it. I mean, you tried to break into the dwelling of human beings, Violating him, that's why I'm here."

Even at a disadvantage, Clint never forgets to get useful information.

"You talk a lot." Tang Peiling said, she lifted the restraint on his body.

Clint breathed a sigh of relief: "That's what people say about me."

"What I did to you just now is to let you understand that if I want to harm you, you will not have time to finish a complete sentence, and you will not have the opportunity to ask for help." Tang Peiling still calmly said, "I have three Questions, I need you to answer." She threw his bow/crossbow on the bed.

"Can't you read minds?" Clint asked tentatively.

"I have always been fair to human beings, and reading minds can reveal many secrets to me." Tang Peiling's mouth curled up in a sweet arc, "If you don't mind, I'm curious about what stories are hidden in the heart of a demon exorcist like you .”

"No, forget it." Clint did not doubt the authenticity of what the other party said, "What do you want to know?"

Tang Peiling said: "Why do you have monsters coming and going here?"

"Cooperate with each other, and everyone will benefit." Clint said bluntly, "They are moderate and friendly to humans."

"How many real demon exorcisers are there in the whole of America." Tang Peiling said again.

Clint hesitated.

"Even if you don't tell me, I still have a way to get the answer. I just don't think you are as annoying as the demon exorcisers I know." Tang Peiling said.

"Actually, I don't know if there are any exorcists in the United States besides me." Clint said honestly, "My father told me that there are not many exorcists in this world."

Tang Peiling nodded, she was satisfied with the answer: "The last question, what happened to the wall of Stark's villa?"

Clint blinked. "Excuseme, I didn't quite get it?"

Tang Peiling was stunned for a moment, and she immediately realized that the magnetic field inside the wall had nothing to do with the exorcist: "It's fine if you don't understand."

"Okay." Clint didn't ask, but it didn't mean he didn't take Tang Peiling's evasive words seriously. "Then, I have a question for you too."

"You are not qualified to ask me any questions." Tang Peiling said.

"You can listen to the content first." Clint said, "What if you are interested?"

"You are good at chatting." Tang Peiling said with a smile, "Ask."

"What's your name?" Clint thought it was a reasonable question, with a tinge of endearing humor in it.

Tang Peiling laughed softly from her throat: "The humans who know my name are already dead. Are you sure you really want to know?"

Clint spread his hands: "I thought this was just a good opening statement, so, I guess, you won't tell me what you are, right, since you can't even say your name."

"I'm a fox." Tang Peiling said frankly, "Arctic silver fox."

Clint paused: "Are you a fox?" Why do foxes have so many tails? Clint secretly slandered, "You come from the North Pole, but you look like an oriental person. It is said that the human face of a superhuman is based on changed from the environment in which you live.”

"That's right, you know some basic knowledge, and you didn't embarrass your ancestors too much." Tang Peiling said, "When I was born, the Caucasians were still suffering from diseases and plagues, and there were no humans around the North Pole."

Clint's brain was running fast, hoping to determine Tang Peiling's demon age as soon as possible. Since he already knew the other party's true form, if age was added, Clint could research a weapon to deal with her within a week.

Clint thought smugly.

Tang Peiling said: "As for Stark, you don't need to send someone to ambush him. I'm in charge of him."

"You want to eat him?" Clint said.

Tang Peiling smiled and said, "Don't worry, he doesn't like me. It's a personal matter."

"Oh, he's going to be very disappointed," Clint said. "He's a heartthrob."

Clint found Barlow immediately after Tang Peiling left his dormitory. He didn't seem to be injured, but was very scared. Clint found him in the hole under the floor of Barlow's dormitory. Rabbits like to go into the hole when they are stimulated. He has not forgotten the habit of drilling.

"Hey, buddy, it's okay, she didn't come to trouble you." Clint said in a soothing tone, "Look, she didn't do anything to me. She may be a moderate like you."

"You don't understand, you don't understand, I've never seen such a powerful force." Barlow shivered wrapped in the sheets.

"I think it's because you are too weak." Clint said sharply, "She's a fox."

"Oh, no, foxes like to eat rabbits the most!" Barlow wailed as if facing an enemy.

"A fox from the North Pole, there is no rabbit for her to eat. She must eat fish." Clint patted Barlow's trembling shoulder.

"Wait, what did you just say, what is she, where did she come from?" Barlow's eyes were originally small, but now they are fully opened, and they are twice as big as usual. His pupils shrank rapidly and trembled even more. up.

"Arctic, she said she was an arctic fox." Clint said disapprovingly, "But I think she might be lying. How could a fox have eight tails? I think it might be another species."

Barlow fainted, transformed into a ginger-colored lop rabbit, all four feet upside down, as if dead.

"God, Barlow!" Clint said, "Come on, I'm not giving artificial respiration to rabbits!"

The author has something to say: [Note]: The widow once trained as a spy in the Red House. In addition, I recommend everyone to watch "Red Sparrow" by the eldest cousin Jennifer.

The eagle father in the comics is a chatterbox, I quite like his talkative appearance~

Finally, I wish everyone a happy April Fool's Day~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

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