Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

"Two handsome guys, where to go?"

"21 Forest Hill, Queens - it's rare to see such a beautiful taxi driver, get to know me, I'm Carl."

Frank frowned - now didn't seem like the time to pick up a chick.

But Carl just looked at him to signal him not to worry.

Natasha smiled charmingly, clutched and stepped on, and the car slowly drove onto the road.

"Nataline Nothman, you're so lucky, you don't usually see me in a taxi."

"Is it? Let me guess, the economic downturn makes you lose your job, then you can't afford a high loan, and you end up running here to run a taxi?

Carl raised his eyebrows meaningfully: "What was your last job?" Securities trader? Contract Specialist? Still is... Secretary?

Natasha was stunned in her heart, thinking how this kid had finished talking about the background he had thought of.

What do I say when you're done?

At the same time, she is also wary.

Just now, S.H.I.E.L.D. had already made up her identity, and it happened to be exactly the same as Carl said.

Natalie Nosman, legal officer at the recently defunct Lehman Brothers Securities Trading Department.

Because of the subprime mortgage crisis, I lost my job, my mortgage was cut off, and I was just a few days away from wandering on the streets, and I urgently needed a job.

"It just so happened that" at this time that I met Carl, who was recruiting legal personnel.

The abacus is good - according to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s record of Carl, this guy is quite interested in women, but the female companion around him makes it clear that his requirements are not low.

It just so happens that Natasha... It's not far off.

"Are geniuses like you good at guessing strangers' stories?"

"If you say so, indeed." Carl leaned behind the main driver's seat, across the barrier railing, and looked down unscrupulously over Natasha's shoulder.

"But I can guess that the reason for all this is that the agent badge on your chest has been confiscated."

Natasha was still thinking of something to flirt, but Carl almost didn't short-circuit her brain!

However, the psychological quality of the top agent still made her quickly stabilize, and said with a puzzled face: "What are you talking about?

But as soon as she finished speaking, she found a pistol against the back of her head!

She was able to stabilize her thoughts, but Frank believed Carl's words in an instant!

Locked by a murderous battlefield veteran, even Natasha felt the chill

... Only then did she secretly regret it - she was too careless! Frank Custer's strength is much stronger than she thought!

Carl leaned back in his seat indifferently - Natasha's disguise was certainly fine, he just wanted to scam the agent.

What kind of low-level mistake of forgetting to receive a special agent work card, I think I also know how it can appear in Black Widow?

Of course, Natasha herself reacted quickly, but Carl didn't need proof.

I said that if you show the stuffing, you show the stuffing.

"Good disguise, but there are some differences from normal - well, Miss Northman, who do you work for?" NSA？ FBI？ Still is... CIA？ Every

time Carl pronounced a name, the murderous aura in Frank's eyes increased.

No why, just because in Afghanistan, his boss, the head of the Cerberus squad, was parachuted, and it is obvious that it cannot be a military person.

Most likely... It's the CIA people!

"You two lunatics!" Natasha is still acting, and she slammed on the brakes, intending to create some variables!

But Karl did not hesitate in the slightest, grabbed her neck fiercely with his left hand, and locked the beauty to the chair!

Frank also did not hesitate and shot directly!

Bang!

The car slammed into a fire hydrant on the side of the road, frightening pedestrians on the street to scatter!

When the car stabilized, Natasha found herself still clinging to her seat, a cold chill coming from her neck.

It was as if it was not a human hand that grabbed her, but some cold hydraulic pliers.

And in her ear, the chair was pierced by a bullet, leaving a smoking black hole, and the bullet could be seen piercing the windshield as well.

Natasha was secretly shocked in her heart - this glass is the highest level of bulletproof glass, ordinary pistols cannot penetrate!

"Miss, you have to be glad that I don't have the habit of killing people without saying a word, but believe me, this person next to me is not as good-tempered as me.

Especially if someone intends to kill his family.

Vibranium joints make Carl's prosthesis quite stable, and even allow Britz to assist in times of crisis, even in riots, to hold on to Natasha.

Frank is the same - not to mention the car hitting the fire hydrant, even if the helicopter is about to fall, he can also snipe!

So the reason Black Widow wasn't dead was that Carl moved her position so that the bullet just grazed her hair and pierced the glass.

Natasha was a little anxious – she confirmed she didn't show any flaws! If you have to say it, that is, there is a discord of less than 0.1 seconds in the rhythm of the speech!

Even the best micro-expression masters in the world should not be sure that something is wrong with them from such tiny details!

Carl continued: "I'll give you 3 seconds now, and if you insist on playing the fool, you'll die in 5 seconds from the impact, and then I'll see which organization and we can't get by.

If you're not with the guys who are going to kill you, now is the time for your showdown.

Natasha's head raced to think, and she immediately said: "I am an agent of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, and we have had one contact with you before, and I can guarantee that I have nothing to do with this Mr. Custer's affairs."

After speaking, she glanced at her chest: "The certificate is inside." "

Good location." Carl raised his eyebrows, "But I said ugly in front, if there is some high-tech wolf protection equipment in it, it will make me uncomfortable, you better say it now, otherwise this person next to me will not miss a hand."

Natasha shrugged slightly.

Carl was not too polite, directly put his hand into Natasha's clothes, and began to fumble wantonly.

I have to say, it feels very good.

"Found it, hid it quite deeply." Carl took out his black work card with two fingers and flipped through it casually.

However, the name on this work card is also fake, or that... Natalie Nothman.

However, the problem is not big, and the follow-up work only needs to be based on the information that she is from S.H.I.E.L.D. and can be presented in an open manner without causing too much suspicion.

In fact, it is also true, Natasha recorded in her mind at this time: the target is extremely cunning, has a very sophisticated micro-expression analysis ability, and has strong reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance skills.

Of course, the "near-woman" point has not disappeared, because this bastard has just rubbed two handfuls in her clothes.

Natasha raised her hands and said a little angrily: "So, can we talk properly?"

"Not yet, what is your purpose?"

"This Mr. Custer has firearms that we don't know about and new technologies, and we need to assess the adverse effects it may have."

Carl squinted and said, "This... I can tell you the clues, but what are you going to exchange in exchange?

While speaking, Frank handed Carl a magazine under the motion.

The bullets and magazines inside exude a pale blue glow on the outside, and they are not ordinary things at first glance.

Natasha knew that was her goal.

“... Some help, in addition to applying for a secretary, I can also provide some information consulting services.

Now, for example, I can tell you that the NSA seems to have begun a lockdown on the outskirts of the city before you go out.

"Looks like we're going to speed up – let's drive." Carl let go of Natasha, and Frank agreed.

"So you're going to rely on just two people against that squad?" As far as I know, they may send out helicopter gunships. After

being exposed, Natasha did not disguise it anymore and honestly started

the car - I have to say that the quality of this car is really good, the front of the car is dented, and it can continue to drive.

"Don't underestimate me and my partner – the route doesn't change, go to Queens first, I'm going to do some preparations.

Finally, first meeting, nice to meet you, agent.

Carl sat back in his chair and said playfully.