Chapter 15 Natasha Romanoff
Ling Zhan, a 19-year-old boy, successfully welcomed a beautiful, mature and intellectual female colleague.
He knows her, but she doesn't know him.
But she knew "him", but he didn't want her to know him.
"so……"
Ling Zhan looked at the woman in front of him and complained in his mind: "Why did the Black Widow come here?"
Ling Zhan was going crazy, is it so accurate?
Even though the other party still doesn't know his true identity.
Early in the morning, Uncle Tom brought Natasha to visit and said that she would be his colleague in the future. Ling Zhan was completely petrified.
Today, Natasha is wearing a white shirt and jeans. The slightly loose shirt makes her figure look perfect and arouses people's reverie. (The store has turned on the heating)
The tight jeans make her legs look longer and more impactful.
"Um...what should I do?" Natasha pretended to be a newcomer.
Without a doubt, very similar!
If he didn't know who she was, Ling Zhan might have been fooled.
"Ahem, just wipe the table and welcome the guests..."
Ling Zhan pretended to be a senior and gave proper guidance.
Nothing happened that day, except that a black spider came running over.
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He moved his hands, but immediately tore up the white paper in front of him that had been drawn a few strokes on it.
Next to it, the bucket was already filled with crumpled paper, even overflowing.
The man collapsed on the chair, looking at the spinning fan.
Slowly and leisurely.
He hasn't created any works for a long time!
It’s been a long, long, long time.
Since that famous art exhibition, that person, a man, took away his paintings and his hard work.
That man gained both fame and fortune.
And he was like a trapped beast.
He is the genius; he should be the winner.
He started working, staring at the drawing paper.
He was drawn, a man.
He grinned, with anger, hatred, and a little excitement.
"Crack!"
The brush was broken.
"Whoosh!"
A dark shadow jumped out of the painting and knocked the man to the ground.
The man wearing glasses looked clearly at the black monster in front of him.
A face like a skull, cataracts, a body the same size as him, and two small devil-like wings behind him.
The man screamed in fear and struggled.
Unable to move, he was in despair, the monster's limbs just pressed down on the man's limbs.
The monster growled, like the whisper of a demon.
"ah………………"
There are few people living around the house.
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Chinatown.
Ling Zhan was puzzled and looked at the newspaper boredly.
With the Black Spider here, it's really difficult for him to move. He can basically only act at night.
When I go to work in the morning, the other party is in the restaurant; when I take action at night, the other party comes to find me.
He now didn't know how to shake off the other party, otherwise how could he be called a level 8 senior agent!
"Oh wow, the young boss is really concerned about social conditions!"
Say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here!
"No way, I'm just imitating you," Ling Zhan turned around and smiled politely.
"Really? That's good. After you finish your studies, do you want to become a politician?"
"Of course, I do have this idea," Ling Zhan replied.
Ling Zhan underestimated in his heart: "Are you kidding? How is that possible?"
"Oh wow, time to start."
The two of them went to prepare together.
(Ling Zhan doesn’t dare to wear Zaruba, and usually keeps it in the system’s space. As for Zaruba’s feelings… forget it.)
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At night, it has always been the world of night walkers.
Whether there is light or not, as soon as night falls, they come out in full force.
"How is the 'cargo' this time?" The man's voice was as low and rough as a duck's.
"It's OK, fresh, don't worry, boss," another voice said, sounding like the man's younger brother.
"This batch of 'cargo' is very important, there must be no mistakes!"
"Understood. Leave it to me."
The brother patted his chest and made the promise with confidence.
"That's fine, Jeria. I'll leave it to you. Don't let me down."
"Yes, boss!"
The man left, and the younger brother hummed a tune and walked into a dark room.
"Baby, do you miss me?" The younger brother walked up to a woman.
The woman shuddered involuntarily.
The woman had her limbs tied, her eyes blindfolded, and her mouth blocked with cloth.
"I'll be right there...hahaha."
As he said that, the younger brother bit the woman's neck.
“Hmmmm…” The woman tried to twist her body.
But, I can't move.
"No, it won't last for a few days. What a shame. It's obviously a top-notch product."
The younger brother wiped his mouth as if he had tasted something delicious.
"Let's find another one from that batch..."
The younger brother dragged the motionless woman away.
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SHIELD.
"Director, this is Stark's flight report from recent days."
Coulson, who had not been seen for a long time, stood in front of Nick Fury with a document and made a report.
"The Middle East," Nick Fury flipped through the pages and said, "It seems that experience left a deep impression on him."
"He also destroyed all the Stark Industries weapons that Obadiah had sold. Not a single one was left."
"He really wants to shut down Stark Enterprises' military weapons. If his father knew, he would definitely..."
"Swearing."
"No, I was praising him for having such an idea. After all, he created that thing."
"There is one more thing, Director. Stark's actions have successfully aroused the fear and admiration of other countries, even the top leaders of the United States."
"Humph, I know what they are thinking! Forget about the military, but those politicians are just daydreaming. Instead of worrying about that, they should think about what to do when aliens arrive in the future!"
"But if even the president doesn't consider that, will those countries?"
"So, we need one thing, one piece of evidence that aliens will come!"
"Director, then..."
"Keep an eye on Stark and don't let him go too far. Although he knows his limits, he doesn't play by the rules."
"Yes, Chief," Actually... Coulson really wanted to follow up with Ling Zhan.
But he had to obey his superiors' orders, and his superior said that he had found a more suitable person to do the job.
"No news?" After watching Coulson leave, Nick Fury took out a document.
"Could it be that we need Hola to do this?"
Nick Fury thought about it and came up with an idea.
"Hello, my name is Nick Fury, and I need to mobilize..."
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Day two.
"Hmm... this..."
Ling Zhan saw a good news in the newspaper, which was also about painting.
A painter who was once hailed as having the greatest chance of becoming the most famous.
I unexpectedly failed in a competition that everyone thought I could pass, and since then I have been forgotten by everyone!
However, just yesterday, the painter showed up at the painting club with a painting.
The painting was amazing. In order to show that the painting was from his hand, he painted a picture on the spot using local materials.
The skill was amazing! Even the former No. 1 had to admit that this man...
came back!
"No, no, this is totally wrong."
Ling Zhan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"What's wrong with that?" quipped Natasha Romanoff, who was also watching.
"It's just... I can't explain it. My intuition tells me that there's something wrong with this guy."
"You mean, someone who hit rock bottom so easily can recover so quickly and even reach the peak in a few years?"
"Almost. He failed in his exhibition two years ago. He couldn't bear the blow. No one was there to cheer him up. How did he achieve what he has now?"
"That's not right, but it has nothing to do with us!"
"Ah...that's right," Ling Zhan realized that his performance just now was a bit too much after Natasha mentioned it, and immediately turned back into his melon-eating self.
"To be honest, I like mystery novels. When I see something problematic like this, I tend to reason on my own. Don't mind it, ah."
"Come on, I don't think the place you mentioned is unacceptable."
"We are not the police. You are right. It has nothing to do with us!" Ling Zhan quickly added.
The most important thing is not to alert the spider.
The topic finally ended with Ling Zhan's awkward chat.
night.
"Finally got out, huh."
Ling Zhan finally seized the opportunity and ran out of Chinatown while Natasha was not paying attention.
He and his uncle actually lived in Queens, near the two bridges in Manhattan.
But they usually live and work in Manhattan's Chinatown.
Although Natasha did not find the actual residence, she directly found the active area.
Where is Ling Zhan going?
He went to check, and said that he had a hunch that the painter he saw today was suspicious.
He just felt that he couldn't find Hola recently and the painter was strange, so he went to find him.
Just because he can’t find it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist!
Suspect every one of them and don't let any of them go.
Hola, what a cunning fellow!
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The old place, the deserted block.
“Rustle.” “Rustle.” “Rustle.”…………
In front of the painter, there is a brush, a painting, and a person (a undressing beauty).
He was concentrating.
From time to time, I adjust the angles and directions and draw on paper from time to time.
The beauty is tired, but her heart is happy. In front of the celebrity, she provides full service.
It was her honor to be the model for the blockbuster painter.
The painter carefully depicted the face, hair, features, torso, arms, and then legs.
Perfection, a person, was drawn by him.
To paint, he picked up the palette, one stroke, two strokes, three strokes...
After drawing for a long time, it is finished!
Lifelike, a person who looks exactly like the woman appears in the painting.
The painter laughed wildly as he admired his own work.
His hands are an existence beyond God!
His writing is flawless!
Although the woman was startled, she realized that the painter had finished his work, so she lay down to rest.
The painter took down the painting and held it up to the light.
He tore up the painting under the woman's gaze!
He slowly, one arm, the same cracks appeared on the woman's body.
“Ah, ah…ah, ah…”
The woman gradually felt pain and the cut on her arm grew bigger.
The blood oozes out to a large amount.
The woman was covered in sweat and she had no strength left.
"Swish...swish!"
Another arm, the woman had no strength to scream, but the pain did not allow it.
The whole room was filled with the woman's miserable and helpless cries and the painter's joyful and crazy laughter.
A few minutes later.
The painter used a mop to clean the blood-stained floor.
The woman was not left behind either.
No, there are still a few clothes.
The painter mopped the floor and tidied up his clothes slowly and leisurely.
"I am back."
The painter smiled as he stared at a man in the frame.
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