Chapter 322 Transportation Contract: Old Popsicle

Regardless of the aura of the Marvel world, his understanding and prediction of this world, Lear resisted this commission, because Natasha’s big boss showed a little cleverness at every turn:

I have set up a lot of temptations for you and carefully designed this commission. You will definitely follow.

But what exactly is on board?

There is no answer.

To put it bluntly, this big boss is selfish and arrogant. His attitude towards his management staff and collaborators is: I believe you, but don’t ask what we are doing, just trust me.

The gambling component was very high, which led Lear to bet that Nick Fury was not here to trick him, and that the things on the ship were indeed very important.

"Tanzania?" Black Widow didn't understand.

“Yes, my people left for Africa two days ago and are expected to arrive in Tanzania in a month. I guess that’s why your boss came to me.

Your ship was originally planning to set off from the UK and cross the Atlantic Ocean to the West Coast, right? "

"I have no idea."

"That must be the case. Then he cut off communications near the UK, hid his traces, changed course to the Mediterranean, crossed the Suez Canal, and went south around Cape Hafoun, just in time to meet my ship.

And I guess the ship has already set off, already leaving the shore without any assurance that I would be escorting it, because this thing is burning in the ass. "

Leal walked to the world map on the wall of the living room and used his fingers to guess the full story of the incident.

"Why?" Natasha was really confused this time.

"Your boss tried his best to guide me to take over the job, but it seems that we are not a simple organization.

The leader of a large, professional secret service organization with clear division of labor has found a company to transport the goods in his private name. I can only think that he is suspected of intelligence leakage.

He was stealing things from his own home. The entire operation should have been carried out during the great network turmoil when intelligence transmission was damaged.

But if you often walk on the roadside, how can your shoes not get wet? If everything goes well, he should be done without anyone noticing. "

"But how do you know the route map?"

"You guessed it." Lille glanced at Natasha, "It takes a long way to reach the Berry Country via the Suez Canal. The source of high-value targets is either the battlefield or Europe.

But excluding strategic weapons, I think the probability of things coming from Europe is higher.

So the last route node on this thing is either the UK or another port in Europe - but that doesn't matter. "

Natasha is an agent. Although she has a wide range of knowledge, her profession determines that she does not think too much.

Under Leer's explanation, she suddenly felt that this might be the case.

This mission is also full of mystery for her - Nick Fury secretly contacted her using a private communication channel.

"Then what are you going to do now? I can assume that you have already accepted the order, right?"

"Yes, I took the order. Your boss must have received the news that I will deliver goods to Africa - he'd better know, otherwise there's nothing I can do.

Now I have full authority to handle it. As I said, transport the things to Tanzania and I will handle it. "

"no."

"If it doesn't work, get out."

"Okay." Natasha stopped being stubborn, feeling that it was meaningless, "But you said the ship may have left the shore?"

"Can you try contacting your boss?"

"We only use special means of contact now."

"Then tell him, I'll take the job, but he's playing like this."

Lille turned around and spread his hands: "It's very difficult. I can't guarantee anything. And I have a question, why not use air transport?"

Speaking of this, Natasha said seriously: "This is what we originally wanted to warn you: the air is not safe."

As she spoke, she took out the third document from her chest.

The name of the file bag is: Undeclassified Air Crash Files.

Lear looked at the file: "I'm very happy that you are willing to share information, but was your warning too late?"

Frank would have set off a long time ago, if it weren't for his own stubbornness

Natasha could only apologize for this: "We are short of manpower. I was performing tasks outside before and couldn't spare anyone to contact you.

Since the situation is urgent, I won’t stay any longer.”

Before he finished speaking, Leer walked towards the door and said without looking back: "Well, go ahead and move quickly."

Natasha froze on the spot.

The act of apologizing is also a woman's trump card -

Yes, she still didn't give up using her best ability. She didn't believe it. An 18-year-old virgin really didn't have any ideas at all?

As a result, Lille felt as if he was avoiding the plague and left directly, even giving people the illusion of rushing home.

She looked down at her body, doubting her abilities for the first time.

Lille is very busy and this matter is urgent.

The most important thing is that this incident has a very troublesome point: the communication effect at sea is very poor, and there are no reliable communication satellites in Lille, so it is difficult to give real-time command to Frank.

So a more reliable method is to have people from Wakanda go out to sea on a boat and use wireless devices to contact Frank at sea.

This would at least allow Frank to change course in advance to meet the ship.

A transoceanic line was opened, and Leal was in direct contact with T'Chaka and their guards in Wakanda.

[Lille: Your Majesty the King, there is something very urgent. A ship may go south through the Somali Sea. 】

[Lille: I hope you can send some people out to sea to contact my people and ask them to sail north to pick up the ship. 】

[T'Chaka: Very important? 】

[Lille: The freight costs exceed 12 million US dollars, which is very important. 】

[T'Chaka: I understand, Royal Guards, ready to help our friends. 】

After leaving the building area, Natasha drove the car towards the suburbs, and then took out a small pager——

A very old design, but as long as no one intentionally intercepts the signal, there is almost no possibility of information leakage.

"Boss, he accepted it, but he asked that the goods be sent directly to Tanzania, Africa for processing."

"Okay, as long as he is willing to take over, the rest doesn't matter."

"Boss, he also said that your butt must be on fire. Is this true?"

There was a slight silence on the other side.

"It's true. It's been bitten hard and there's almost no one you can trust."

"Who's escorting the ship?"

"It's Clint, you are the only two people I can trust and command now——

Although it's a little late, I still want to know, what do you think of Li? "

Natasha reviewed the entire conversation. To be honest, her first impression in retrospect was:

This person may not be a man.

But put aside this more subjective judgment.

She thought of Lear's calm demeanor and the way he fumbled with the armrests of the chair while thinking. At that time, she actually had a feeling——

Don't interrupt his thinking.

She was an agent, and all the states she displayed on the surface should be controllable, but at that time, this idea really affected her actions.

Regardless of the cause, this is rare.

"There's no way he's an 18-year-old boy."

Natasha was determined.

Being precocious is one thing, but maturity that has experienced strong winds and waves and maturity that has not experienced big waves are two completely different things.

Others would have no doubts about the 18-year-old on Lille's social security card, but Natasha would not. She believed in her own judgment more.

"It's weird, but good for us."

On the other end of the phone, Fury's voice sounded tired.

"So, what's in the big ship?"

"It's a person."

An old popsicle they just dug out of the North Pole.