Chapter 711 Violet and Bergamot

"You still smell like blood. Even though you've changed your clothes, I can smell it." She moved closer, her hot breath patted Salomon's ear, "Don't forget, I'm the most powerful agent."

Even though Salomon changed into a spotless suit and put on a scarlet vine rose tie with a black background, she could still smell the gunpowder smoke sticking to his skin. There are also dried blood stains left in the knuckle lines, even though they are only some small brown fragments, they were discovered by her subconscious detection action. She would definitely not recognize it as something like rust, and she was quite familiar with blood. Romanoff easily came to a conclusion that was not supported by strong evidence, but she knew she was right

"You really opened my eyes. Although I was mentally prepared, I underestimated the limits of ordinary people."

The mystic nodded contentedly.

Agent Romanov’s intelligence gathering capabilities exceeded his expectations. Even if the S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence network was burnt down, she could still find the information she wanted by her own means. This skill and way of thinking is timeless and valuable, and it’s worth learning for all intelligence workers. The wrist watch presented by Romanov was placed in front of her, while the earrings presented by Salomon had already been hung on Natasha's ears, which seemed to match her dress very well.

"This time you won. The winner usually gets the spoils. What do you want to show this information, Natalia Romanova?"

Natasha raised her head proudly and stood up with a smile on her face. She twisted up the expensive handbag and walked down the stairs of the jewelry store without looking back. The color of her etheric body changed so strangely that the mystic wondered if there was something wrong with Agent Romanov's split mind.

"You are too straightforward, Mr. Pendragon." The manager said slowly, "I will pack and deliver the jewelry you need later. Also, I suggest you wear this wristwatch before trying to save the situation. This way the effect will be better."

Salomon glanced at him.

"If you want to solve the problem completely, I suggest you order a diamond ring. Like the earrings you ordered by text message before, they all belong to Tiffany's legendary jewelry designer Elsa Peretti's platinum and diamond series. They are simple and suitable for everyday wear. Are you not satisfied? Then I recommend you the BLUE BOOK series of high-end jewelry, which is suitable for important occasions such as dinner parties. If you need to propose...but I still have to advise you." The manager raised his eyebrows and showed him his left hand. The pain has to be borne by oneself.”

The mystic looked at the manager in surprise, "Why do you talk so much today?"

"Because you are our distinguished guest, Mr. Pendragon."

"Isn't it because of women that you spend money on jewelry?"

"This is also one of the reasons. After the economic crisis, we seldom see customers like you again." The manager smiled shyly, "The more female companions you have, the higher Tiffany's sales will be, and I will be responsible for your shopping needs... My son needs tuition, and private school tuition is not cheap."

"You took more money out of my pocket than women, but you are a man." Salomon rolled his eyes and signed several checks, "I'm in a hurry, you know where to send it, but..."

"Of course, of course, two different addresses." The manager made a zip movement on his face, "I'm pretty good at keeping secrets, you can definitely trust me. The ring you need now will be delivered soon, and I guarantee that there won't be much delay... What? No need for a ring? Don't you plan to propose?"

"As you said, I will not make a decision that I regret for the rest of my life."

Salomon got up to leave the table and went down the stairs.

Natasha Romanoff loomed behind him, moving as gracefully as a heron even in her four-inch heels. Fifth Avenue, located in the heart of Manhattan, is still busy near sunset, and the shops on both sides of the main road are lit up. Just approaching the winter solstice, the orange-red sunlight reservedly paints the tops of tall buildings on both sides of the street. In a few days, the phenomenon of "hanging sun" across the whole island will come, when the whole street will be dyed red by the setting sun behind thin clouds.

"Just a few hours ago, there was an explosion in Pym Technology. The strange thing is that the explosion did not cause much chaos. The local police discovered the abnormal behavior of the local gangsters while maintaining order." She picked up her handbag and shook it, proving to the mystic that she did not carry a recording device. "They're all dead. The autopsy report showed that there were many cold weapon wounds, and some high-caliber bullets that were very similar to the weapons used by the androids you made. Do you have anything to say, big boy, why did you do this? I don't want you to have any more conflicts with Stark and them."

"Because it is necessary."

"What about guilt?" She looked at Salomon as if she were a stranger, her eyes shining in the afterglow. The top notes of violet and bergamot are full of mature charm, wild and charming aroma, so the mystic can't help smelling more.

"The Only One, a rather rare fragrance."

The female spy smiled, "You can smell it! But don't change the subject just now."

"Okay, then I'll answer your question." They walked slowly, turned a corner, passed St. Patrick's Cathedral, and walked towards Madison Avenue. It's a very good idea to go for a walk under the sunset, everything slows down and it gives them more time to communicate. She listened carefully to everything Salomon said, not missing a single word.

"I can only assure you that people who shouldn't die are living well. From now on, the crime rate in that city will also decrease until the gun dealers fill the market again." Finally Salomon made a promise, while not forgetting to ridicule the so-called "free world".

"I don't think you care about some mobster's life. Shouldn't you be more concerned about the gun market or the Second Amendment than holding me accountable?"

"I think that's a good suggestion, but why did you take me to the Lotte New York Palace Hotel?"

"I rented a room there for a long time, and that room belongs to you. It has a private bathroom, a minibar, and a big bed, and we can see the skyline from there." Before arriving at the hotel, Salomon remained silent. He didn't speak again until he took the elevator. "I've executed a lot of people with my own hands, Natasha," he said. "I had to completely confiscate the firearms of several blocks in order to suppress the chaos in the shortest possible time. Some people just didn't know what was going on and wanted to protect themselves, but I still hurt them-probably broken bones, arthritis and concussion.

"Are you atoning for the bombing?"

"So to speak, ma'am."

"Now you call me 'Madam' again?" The female spy raised her eyebrows. "We haven't entered the room yet, you fickle man! What are you going to call me in the future, Madam? Do you have to remind me of my age?"

"I haven't said anything yet!"

"Let me tell you first, this is a woman's privilege, a duplicity man!"

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