Chapter 2 Romanov and the Master
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
My name is Natasha Romanoff.
is a……
Agent!
Professional agent!
In my career, failure has been death to me.
So I have never failed in my life.
The full name of the organization I work for is the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, abbreviated as Shield.
Since that full name is too lengthy, we prefer to call it S.H.I.E.L.D.
This is a special force that handles all kinds of strange incidents.
The things we are responsible for are all major threats to human security!
But today, for the first time, I felt so troubled.
The cause was a person I needed to evaluate. He was dying due to palladium poisoning and began to choose to let himself go.
A dignified billionaire, running to participate in racing competitions.
As an assistant, I didn't expect this move.
That's okay, what's worse is that during the game, a person attacked him.
This almost made the future advisor and funder of S.H.I.E.L.D. suffer from this.
My boss asked me to investigate the reason behind this.
Coincidentally, the attacker was Russian.
And that day at the Monaco cocktail party, there happened to be a person with Russian influence.
Watson Wick, a successful and dangerous man listed among official organizations around the world.
And he disappeared under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surveillance.
S.H.I.E.L.D. targeted his son, a person whose presence in the database was basically zero.
For some reason, I don't want anyone else involved in investigating this.
In order to get close to him, I deliberately walked alone at night and was targeted by the local pimp organization.
Then he took the opportunity to escape and ran two blocks to Privet Drive.
Be prepared to approach the target person with a weak, feminine attitude that arouses a desire for protection.
According to the information, the target person is 30 years old, single, and of Slavic descent.
Then speaking with a Slavic accent can make the target person feel friendly.
Facing those men, this method always works well.
This is a kind of confidence. Although beauty is not my most powerful weapon, it is also the most obvious.
but!
Now, I, Natasha Romanoff!
Level [-] Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!
Holding a thousand pounds in his hand, he looked like a door-to-door saleswoman!
The point is!
I was turned away!
...
The door was closed again, leaving Natasha messy in the wind.
The closed door showed no intention of opening it a second time, so she immediately changed her strategy.
The most important thing for an agent is her acting skills. The circles under her eyes suddenly turned red. Holding the thousand pounds tightly in her hand, she knocked on the door hard and persistently.
The image is like those strong girls who are humiliated by money.
If the door is not opened, the banging will not stop.
This trick is really useful.
The door was opened.
The little bit of pride in Natasha's eyes was well hidden.
Just as she was about to speak, John reappeared and said with a surprised look on his face: "You don't want it? Then give it back to me."
The banknotes in his hand were not warmed, so John took them back on his own.
After taking it away, John muttered: "It's really strange that I don't even want the free money."
Close again!
A lot of words were stuck in Natasha's throat.
Before she was about to piece together words that would be silenced, her powerful agent qualities once again allowed her to maintain her image as a goddess.
Taking a deep breath, her expression lost its previous tenderness and became filled with cold beauty.
Stroking her red silky hair and looking carefully, she pressed two fingers of her left hand to her ear, where there was a hidden earphone.
"I think we need to change our strategy."
"That kid is as naughty as his father," a rhythmic voice came from the headset, "Colson has been working in his father's company for ten years, and he hasn't had much exposure."
"Have a showdown with him and let him know better. It's best to know whether the Russian has anything to do with him and the whereabouts of his father."
Ok.
This attack made his immediate boss unable to sit still.
That playboy has the highest priority in the Avengers plan.
When he applied to become Tony Stark's new assistant, in addition to evaluating whether he fit in with the Avengers plan, the most important thing was to protect him.
One thing to say about this.
Let me state in advance that Tony Stark has a high priority, and this has absolutely nothing to do with his father, one of the founders of SHIELD!
Natasha could only accept her fate.
She knocked again.
But this time, the door didn't open.
Natasha frowned and realized something was wrong.
She stopped suddenly when she was about to touch the door handle.
In the information about this house, there is an inexplicable force that repels outsiders.
Natasha came to the window and looked in.
There were no curtains drawn, and the windows were empty.
The head of the owl, one black and one white, turned around, tilted its head, and stared at the woman climbing up the window.
He seemed to be wondering if this woman was a voyeur.
The man ran away.
Even a professional agent like Natasha couldn't help but feel angry from the bottom of her heart at this moment.
Unfortunately, the two pimps who left came back again in the yellow Chevrolet.
One of them ran over on the lawn and reached out to grab Natasha's beautiful red hair.
Just like how he was rough with those girls in the red light district.
Only this time he messed with the wrong person.
This is not a weak lady, she can even be said to be one of the most dangerous women in the entire world.
Slavic women who were bullied not long ago are now worrying about having nowhere to vent their anger.
By the time Natasha left, the two scum had almost become crippled scum.
"Report, the target mission has been lost."
"Contact failed."
...
"57 13th Street, Manhattan."
As a wizard, it makes sense to have a Floo network at home.
It was a wizard's travel tool.
The feature is that you can reach the fireplace whose name you read from the fireplace.
Very convenient.
And there's a benefit.
No one can detect you.
Travel thousands of miles without leaving home.
It is really a must-have for home travel.
In the warmly decorated house, blue flames burned in the fireplace without firewood.
A figure came out of it.
This place is located in the bustling Manhattan district of New York.
It was also John's parents' house.
Relying on magic, he successfully traveled across the country without leaving home.
Being able to have such a big house in this affluent area where land is at a premium is all thanks to my father's continuous efforts.
As an 'unmotivated' kid with an estate in London, John sometimes felt really guilty.
As for the woman who showed off her acting skills in front of him, John could guess her identity.
An agent.
To be honest, given the special environment of my home, it doesn't seem strange that there are agents.
When he was still in school, there were at least twenty agents taking turns to monitor his father outside his house every day.
The strange thing is that the agent came here for me.
John considers himself to be very low-key. He spends most of his time in the magical world and rarely appears in front of Muggles.
I just don't know if it was a coincidence or what, but as soon as I came back, I encountered this drama.
It was undeniable that the other party was indeed very beautiful, but unfortunately, John was not the kind of person who would be tempted by beauty.
Entering the New York house, John looked around.
"no one?"
When John came here, he didn't see his parents.
This made him feel strange. Although his parents had jobs, they should not be at home at this time.
And my own sister.
None of them are there.
John was thinking.
He looked up and saw movement.
And this movement is not small.
A golden ring appeared out of thin air with sparks.
At the other end of the ring appeared... a bald man wearing a yellow robe?
"Hello, Witch King." The visitor greeted John.
The scornful tone gave people a sense of unhurried certainty.
John saw someone coming.
In that magnificent world.
Among the impressive characters, this person is definitely included.
Supreme mage, ancient one.
...
is a……
Agent!
Professional agent!
In my career, failure has been death to me.
So I have never failed in my life.
The full name of the organization I work for is the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, abbreviated as Shield.
Since that full name is too lengthy, we prefer to call it S.H.I.E.L.D.
This is a special force that handles all kinds of strange incidents.
The things we are responsible for are all major threats to human security!
But today, for the first time, I felt so troubled.
The cause was a person I needed to evaluate. He was dying due to palladium poisoning and began to choose to let himself go.
A dignified billionaire, running to participate in racing competitions.
As an assistant, I didn't expect this move.
That's okay, what's worse is that during the game, a person attacked him.
This almost made the future advisor and funder of S.H.I.E.L.D. suffer from this.
My boss asked me to investigate the reason behind this.
Coincidentally, the attacker was Russian.
And that day at the Monaco cocktail party, there happened to be a person with Russian influence.
Watson Wick, a successful and dangerous man listed among official organizations around the world.
And he disappeared under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surveillance.
S.H.I.E.L.D. targeted his son, a person whose presence in the database was basically zero.
For some reason, I don't want anyone else involved in investigating this.
In order to get close to him, I deliberately walked alone at night and was targeted by the local pimp organization.
Then he took the opportunity to escape and ran two blocks to Privet Drive.
Be prepared to approach the target person with a weak, feminine attitude that arouses a desire for protection.
According to the information, the target person is 30 years old, single, and of Slavic descent.
Then speaking with a Slavic accent can make the target person feel friendly.
Facing those men, this method always works well.
This is a kind of confidence. Although beauty is not my most powerful weapon, it is also the most obvious.
but!
Now, I, Natasha Romanoff!
Level [-] Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!
Holding a thousand pounds in his hand, he looked like a door-to-door saleswoman!
The point is!
I was turned away!
...
The door was closed again, leaving Natasha messy in the wind.
The closed door showed no intention of opening it a second time, so she immediately changed her strategy.
The most important thing for an agent is her acting skills. The circles under her eyes suddenly turned red. Holding the thousand pounds tightly in her hand, she knocked on the door hard and persistently.
The image is like those strong girls who are humiliated by money.
If the door is not opened, the banging will not stop.
This trick is really useful.
The door was opened.
The little bit of pride in Natasha's eyes was well hidden.
Just as she was about to speak, John reappeared and said with a surprised look on his face: "You don't want it? Then give it back to me."
The banknotes in his hand were not warmed, so John took them back on his own.
After taking it away, John muttered: "It's really strange that I don't even want the free money."
Close again!
A lot of words were stuck in Natasha's throat.
Before she was about to piece together words that would be silenced, her powerful agent qualities once again allowed her to maintain her image as a goddess.
Taking a deep breath, her expression lost its previous tenderness and became filled with cold beauty.
Stroking her red silky hair and looking carefully, she pressed two fingers of her left hand to her ear, where there was a hidden earphone.
"I think we need to change our strategy."
"That kid is as naughty as his father," a rhythmic voice came from the headset, "Colson has been working in his father's company for ten years, and he hasn't had much exposure."
"Have a showdown with him and let him know better. It's best to know whether the Russian has anything to do with him and the whereabouts of his father."
Ok.
This attack made his immediate boss unable to sit still.
That playboy has the highest priority in the Avengers plan.
When he applied to become Tony Stark's new assistant, in addition to evaluating whether he fit in with the Avengers plan, the most important thing was to protect him.
One thing to say about this.
Let me state in advance that Tony Stark has a high priority, and this has absolutely nothing to do with his father, one of the founders of SHIELD!
Natasha could only accept her fate.
She knocked again.
But this time, the door didn't open.
Natasha frowned and realized something was wrong.
She stopped suddenly when she was about to touch the door handle.
In the information about this house, there is an inexplicable force that repels outsiders.
Natasha came to the window and looked in.
There were no curtains drawn, and the windows were empty.
The head of the owl, one black and one white, turned around, tilted its head, and stared at the woman climbing up the window.
He seemed to be wondering if this woman was a voyeur.
The man ran away.
Even a professional agent like Natasha couldn't help but feel angry from the bottom of her heart at this moment.
Unfortunately, the two pimps who left came back again in the yellow Chevrolet.
One of them ran over on the lawn and reached out to grab Natasha's beautiful red hair.
Just like how he was rough with those girls in the red light district.
Only this time he messed with the wrong person.
This is not a weak lady, she can even be said to be one of the most dangerous women in the entire world.
Slavic women who were bullied not long ago are now worrying about having nowhere to vent their anger.
By the time Natasha left, the two scum had almost become crippled scum.
"Report, the target mission has been lost."
"Contact failed."
...
"57 13th Street, Manhattan."
As a wizard, it makes sense to have a Floo network at home.
It was a wizard's travel tool.
The feature is that you can reach the fireplace whose name you read from the fireplace.
Very convenient.
And there's a benefit.
No one can detect you.
Travel thousands of miles without leaving home.
It is really a must-have for home travel.
In the warmly decorated house, blue flames burned in the fireplace without firewood.
A figure came out of it.
This place is located in the bustling Manhattan district of New York.
It was also John's parents' house.
Relying on magic, he successfully traveled across the country without leaving home.
Being able to have such a big house in this affluent area where land is at a premium is all thanks to my father's continuous efforts.
As an 'unmotivated' kid with an estate in London, John sometimes felt really guilty.
As for the woman who showed off her acting skills in front of him, John could guess her identity.
An agent.
To be honest, given the special environment of my home, it doesn't seem strange that there are agents.
When he was still in school, there were at least twenty agents taking turns to monitor his father outside his house every day.
The strange thing is that the agent came here for me.
John considers himself to be very low-key. He spends most of his time in the magical world and rarely appears in front of Muggles.
I just don't know if it was a coincidence or what, but as soon as I came back, I encountered this drama.
It was undeniable that the other party was indeed very beautiful, but unfortunately, John was not the kind of person who would be tempted by beauty.
Entering the New York house, John looked around.
"no one?"
When John came here, he didn't see his parents.
This made him feel strange. Although his parents had jobs, they should not be at home at this time.
And my own sister.
None of them are there.
John was thinking.
He looked up and saw movement.
And this movement is not small.
A golden ring appeared out of thin air with sparks.
At the other end of the ring appeared... a bald man wearing a yellow robe?
"Hello, Witch King." The visitor greeted John.
The scornful tone gave people a sense of unhurried certainty.
John saw someone coming.
In that magnificent world.
Among the impressive characters, this person is definitely included.
Supreme mage, ancient one.
...
