Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

The elevator descends slowly, smoothly and quickly.

This is a special elevator that goes directly to the top-floor residence. Only a handful of people are qualified to use it. No one comes in during the descent.

At this speed, even if it is a hundred-story building, it won't take long to get to the bottom.

After descending half of the floor, there was still silence and calm in the car. Natalie was standing next to him, half a step back, and never spoke; maintaining the perfect etiquette of an employee seeing off guests.

Moving forward was equally leisurely and content, and did not make any further urging, as if the threatening words just now were not his.

Finally, when the elevator floor showed 30, Natalie broke the silence first. Just like all other competitions related to patience, the person who takes the initiative will definitely win in the end.

"Are you really going to expose me? If you do this, coupled with the failed operation in the Wude Group, I will have experienced two failures in a row. You should know that I... I am not... in SHIELD

easy."

In just a few words, the voice echoes thousands of times; one can not only hear the sorrow and complaint in it, but also try hard to maintain the surface calm, maintaining a kind of fragility and strength that men can't help but want to protect.

Xiang Xiang sighed with admiration: "Why do you want to be an agent if you have such good dialogue skills? If you are willing to go to Hollywood, I guarantee you will get a nomination within three years, and I will push you to become a best actress in five to eight years."

's throne."

"..." Silence returned to the car again, leaving only a crisp and rhythmic tapping sound lingering in my ears.

He was tapping the electronic bracelet lightly with his fingernails. The sound was neither slow nor urgent, making a "tick" sound similar to the beating of the second hand of a mechanical watch, reminding the woman next to him: time is running out.

"How come I'm not surprised at all by your ruthlessness?" Natalie's voice sounded again. This time, there was no line trick attached. It was more like a normal conversation between men and women who have a special acquaintance relationship.

Had a conversation.

"Cold and ruthless? Should I show any other feelings towards a thief who sneaked into my laboratory and tried to steal technical information?" Xiangqian asked with a smile.

Natalie responded lukewarmly: "I would have thought there would have been at least a little bit - like when you mentioned my thighs."

"When a man faces a beautiful woman, feelings are not a necessary factor in certain things." Qiang Xiang said, "I thought that with the training you have received, you should have understood this a long time ago."

When they spoke, they always stood upright, facing the elevator door, without any normal body movements; if you just look at the surveillance video in the elevator, you can't even see their lips.

"How do you take the scumbag's shameless remarks so naturally?"

"I forgot to add that what I said just now is also true when a woman faces a man." Qiang Qian responded disapprovingly, and at the same time glanced at the number of floors displayed intentionally or unintentionally.

The last five floors.

Natalie secretly gritted her molar teeth, her face still expressionless: "Tomorrow morning, Fury will personally explain this operation to you. We have no ill intentions towards Tony Stark. You should understand that because of Howard, he

There is a natural close relationship with SHIELD."

In order to finish her words before the elevator reached the ground floor, her voice became a little rushed, giving people an inexplicable feeling of embarrassment.

"How do I know that your conspiracy is not being carried out today?" Qiang Qian continued slowly, and when the elevator door opened, he still made an invitation: "Ms. Rushman, do you mind walking me out of the building?"

"Of course, Mr. Zion."

Employees and visitors who were walking in the hall occasionally stopped in surprise to see the beautiful new assistant to the president politely seeing another billionaire off.

"I assure you, we don't have any harmful intentions against Tony Stark." Natalie was in a bad mood, but her face was still elegant and polite; she spoke softly so that passers-by could not hear the specific content.

, just treat it as a polite casual conversation.

Smiling forward but speaking harshly: "Your...Nick Fury's guarantee is worthless."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Don't you want me to believe you? Okay, tell me first, your mission at Stark Industries." He walked out of the door, turned forward gracefully and came face to face with the beautiful assistant, with a smile on his face as if he was saying goodbye politely.

People around you are either disdainful or envious, but no one doubts it; it is normal for a playboy to say goodbye to a beautiful beauty and to go out of his way to say a few words.

Natalie took a long breath to calm down her emotions and allow herself to think calmly.

"Fury asked me to observe Stark's condition closely, especially his health condition." Natalie briefly described, "Health conditions on various levels."

"That old nigger thinks Tony's going to have some health problems?"

Natalie was briefly shocked by the unabashed racial slurs forward, but quickly decided to ignore it.

"You are the expert. Have you never considered the consequences of palladium poisoning?" Natalie asked, "Don't tell me that you don't know what fuel is used in the Ark reactor."

"It seems you know a lot." Xiang Qian sneered.

SHIELD is indeed pervasive, but it probably doesn't know about the reactor vessel it specially designed to resolve palladium poisoning.

"What do you want to do when you are anxiously concerned about Tony's health?" Xiang Qian asked, "You want to take over the Mark Armor in time when he dies?"

"No one knows what Fury wants to do; why don't you wait to ask him in person tomorrow?" Natalie said with a cold face, the change of expression on her face seemed to tell the passers-by that she was already a little uncomfortable with the Playboy's chatting up.

Impatient.

Looking forward, still hesitating, Natalie added: "Tony won't die tomorrow anyway, right?"

"Okay, tomorrow." Xiang Xiang seemed to be convinced, "I'll be waiting for your director in the office."

"Goodbye, Mr. Zion." Natalie raised her voice slightly.

"Are you leaving now?" He looked forward and looked directly into the beauty's eyes. "You have to do a full show. Just foreplay without follow-up will make people suspicious."

"Huh?" Even though Natalie was a senior agent, she couldn't help but be confused for a moment; then she saw a business card being handed over to her with a half-smile.

"Please contact me when you have time, beautiful lady."

Right, this is how a playboy should behave when facing a beautiful woman.

Natalie took the business card with a cold face, turned around and tore it up as she was about to walk in the door and threw it into the trash can - this was also a normal reaction for a good woman who stands upright and doesn't show any pretense to a scumbag.

These two are both good actors who can make Hollywood movie kings and movie queens ashamed.

But the next morning, when Nick Fury was supposed to explain himself, Qiang Qian realized that he had miscalculated and was played by the beautiful black widow.

Nick Fury did not come, but a woman with a frosty face appeared in front of him.

"I was ordered to come to meet with Mr. Zion. I am Maria Hill, deputy director of SHIELD." The beauty introduced herself.

"Okay, okay, I know who you are." Qiang Xiang was very dissatisfied, "I thought it was Nick, but this old nigger broke his appointment again! It seems that he didn't take my warning to heart at all;

Or maybe the actions of the undercover Stark Industries are not actually important?"

Seeing that he was moving forward to pick up the phone, Agent Hill hurriedly stopped him and said, "I can explain that Director Fury did encounter an extremely serious emergency."

He stepped forward and held the microphone in his hand, without making any next move; "You have one minute, Agent Hill."

"This morning, we suddenly discovered that an extremely dangerous person had sneaked into the United States and caused a huge riot on a university campus. Director Fury had to rush over to deal with the aftermath." Agent Hill indeed spoke eloquently.

Xiang Xiang disagreed: "How do I know whether what you said is true or false? Emergencies and emergencies have always been your usual excuses."

"You haven't been watching the news this morning?"

"I never pay attention to your media that lie and create fake news out of thin air."

"You should take a look. The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't just create fake news just to avoid meeting with you, right? He would also find the national media to make the fake news together." Agent Hill responded to Qiang's unsatisfied look.

Feeling quite powerless.

"That's not certain. Didn't your Secretary of State also lie in front of diplomats and media from all over the world at the World Security Council, saying that the washing powder in his hand was found from a biological and chemical weapons warehouse in Iraq?" Xiang Xiang complained repeatedly.

, but finally did not refute the other party’s face too much, and turned on the TV as instructed.

Only then did he know that something had indeed happened.

What appeared on the TV screen was a shaky and blurry video, which looked like it was shot with a mobile phone.

There were countless screams and deafening gunfire in the simultaneous sound of the video scene, but none of them could suppress the angry howls that seemed to come from the wild beasts.

A huge figure, nearly two people tall and five or six people thick, flashed across the video. Although the scene lasted only two seconds, it had a breathtaking sense of power.

"It was mentioned in the news... Culver College, right? Isn't that a cooperative unit of the US military?" Xiang Xiang quickly retrieved the information about the location of the incident from his memory.

"What the hell did the U.S. military come up with again, so much so that they opened fire on the campus? Did they get carried away with the security war and mistake the entire country for Afghanistan?"

"That's why Director Fury had to rush over personally to deal with the aftermath." Agent Hill turned his gaze back from the TV screen, "You should believe it now, right?"

"You haven't answered my question yet. What is that ghost thing? Was it done by the military?" Xiang Qian asked.

Agent Hill said with a cold face: "That is highly confidential, no comment."

"Then at least tell me how dangerous that thing is." Xiang Qian's attitude suddenly softened, and his voice was no longer stiff as when we first met.

Agent Hill pondered for a long time: "According to our conservative estimate, it can demolish a block in ten minutes."

"That's... nothing, right? It's just a matter of a few cruise missiles." Qiang Xiang disagreed, "Cruise missiles can still be produced in large quantities, as many as are needed."

Agent Hill looked forward coldly, and after a while he replied: "Don't try to get anything out of me; I won't reveal the specific situation of that big guy to you."

Qiang Qian didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed after his little thoughts were revealed. Instead, he casually spread his hands and frankly admitted and accepted the reality that his plan had failed.

The conversation can finally get to the track it should be today.

"Last time we met, you were the liaison representative of the World Security Council in China, and you became the deputy director of SHIELD so quickly. Does this count as a promotion for you?"

Agent Hill still had a frosty face: "First of all, the last time we met was three years ago, which was not that fast; secondly, it was the first time we met three years ago, and we only met during that period.

Don't pretend that we know each other well."

"Oh... it really hurts me to say that, Maria." Playboy's voice suddenly became soft and intimate; "Why do you think Nick Fury sent you to explain to me his broken appointment?"

"What?"

"Think about it, if he didn't know that the relationship between you and me is more than just acquaintances, why would that old nigger send you to explain to me? Is it just because you are the deputy director and your status is high enough?" Qianqian laughed.

With a sigh of relief, the look he looked at Hill became more and more "dangerous".

Hill's expression became a little unnatural.

Moving forward and seizing the opportunity to pursue the victory, he stood up and walked slowly behind Hill's chair, and naturally put his hands on the opponent's shoulders like daggers.

"You also know that the old nigger has always done everything he can. Anyone, anything, and any relationship are just tools to be exploited in his eyes."

Agent Hill forced himself to calm down: "I have been ordered to explain to you the necessity of an undercover mission in Stark Industries; perhaps, Chief Fury has considered some other factors, but I think he is only considering the success or failure of the mission."

"That's very well said. As a leader, I like subordinates like this." He leaned forward and whispered into Hill's ear, "Of course, in another capacity, I would be equally fascinated by you."

Hill subconsciously wanted to break away, but was shocked to find that she could not move; at some point, the hands pressing forward on her shoulders had moved down her arms and held down her hands.

Unknowingly, the playboy hugged the beautiful female deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D. from behind. Agent Hill's neck and earlobes were filled with the warm breath of the man's mouth and nose.

"I haven't finished speaking yet. Don't you want to know the purpose of monitoring Stark?" Agent Hill's body leaned softly on the back of the chair, and his voice became weaker and weaker.

"I'm listening, you have...five minutes, hurry up." Xiang Qian said, his hands continued to be busy, and his intrusion became more and more unscrupulous.

Agent Hill was like a female beast being hunted by natural enemies. She made a whining sound and her body was also trying its best to make the final struggle: "Five minutes, are you busy?"

"No, it's just..." Xiang Xiang laughed playfully in the ear of the beautiful deputy director, "You should remember that I don't like foreplay that is too long."