Video bloggers in American comics

"Boom!"

A crisp knock on the door broke the silence in the office.

Natasha glanced at the surveillance screen nearby.

The picture shows a young female agent with long golden hair and a beautiful face. She is raising her head and smiling at the surveillance camera. With her sapphire blue pupils, she is full of charm.

What's her name...

Natasha fell into a trance for a second, and tinnitus appeared. It was slight at first, but soon became severe. She remembered that she called the female agent over, but she forgot the reason and the name of the other person.

It is normal for this kind of forgetfulness to happen to ordinary people. With the increasing pressure of work and life, the development of the communication industry, and the explosive increase in the amount of information obtained every day, our brains can only protect themselves by forgetting.

But for an agent, forgetfulness is a precursor to death.

Sharon Carter, niece of Ms. Peggy Carter.

Natasha finally remembered the other person's name. She pressed hard on her right temple, which was throbbing, and the ringing in her ears gradually disappeared. The door opened and Agent Sharon walked in.

"Sir, this is the intelligence information you asked for last time. I compiled it according to the year and case. Attached are three different plans I designed based on the budget and personnel situation."

Agent Sharon stood in front of her desk, waiting for Natasha to reply to her. SHIELD has entered the reconstruction phase, and Sharon's work pressure has tripled compared to the past. She has no complaints about this, but is actually a little happy.

As the niece of Peggy Carter, she grew up listening to her aunt's stories. However, compared to the all-powerful aunt in the story, she admired Natasha, the hero hidden in the night, who transformed women into women.

His strength, tenacity and charm are vividly displayed.

Before knocking on the door, Sharon was prepared on how to discuss the plan with Natasha and how to answer if she encountered any questions. Just when she was full of expectations, Natasha said:

"Thank you for your hard work, I'll check it out later."

"Oh...ok." Agent Sharon put the documents on the table and was about to walk out when she suddenly noticed Natasha's left hand pressing her temple.

Due to excessive exertion, the bones on the back of the hand were very obvious. Sharon saw that under the exquisite makeup, Natasha's face was not good, and her eyes lacked the usual decisiveness.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

Sharon thought of the recent rumors within SHIELD and summoned the courage to say: "If it is because of some people's wrong ideas, please feel free to tell me, Chief Natasha, you are usually too busy, so I will warn those gossips.

.”

Natasha was stunned for half a second, then smiled in response to Sharon's concern.

"Don't worry, I'm not a little girl who needs help from others. My mental endurance is not that bad. But thank you for your kindness. Go ahead and do your work. I will carefully look at your plan."

After Agent Sharon left, Natasha relaxed her body, closed her eyes, and leaned on the back of the chair.

Sharon is right, Natasha has been under a lot of pressure recently.

On the one hand, this pressure comes from the outside. After the collapse and reorganization of S.H.I.E.L.D., the road ahead has been difficult. People in various countries have had a crisis of trust in this huge organization. Some agents among them miss the glory of the past and gradually develop a new organization.

An idea——

If Natasha hadn't stolen the information at the beginning, maybe nothing would have happened.

Due to differences in the intelligence possessed by agents at different levels, this idea spread rapidly among middle- and lower-level agents.

They couldn't resent a dead man (Alexander Pierce), and they didn't dare to point the finger at the legendary hero Captain America. In the end, Natasha was the only one left to bear the pressure.

Others say that Natasha has no abilities other than a pretty face. She is not qualified to be a member of the Avengers and takes up too many resources.

This is external pressure, and internal pressure is her self-doubt.

Alien technology, inhumans, superpowers, modified humans... This era is changing too fast. Many things she could do in the past seem to be impossible now.

She had doubts about her own worth, and even had the idea of ​​​​retiring and giving up this position to a more suitable person. This thought passed by in a flash, but could not be erased. It was deep in the weakest soil in her heart.

Take root.

She needs something to prove herself.

"A little girl who needs help from others..."

Leaning back in the chair, Natasha suddenly remembered what she had just said, and a somewhat dull face came to mind, that guy who was used to averting his gaze and gently scratching his face with his right hand when he was nervous.

Zhang Ming.

But he already has his own "little girl", and...

"Didi!"

A message popped up on the desktop, from Director Fury, with only one sentence in the content:

If you have an important task, come to my office immediately.

Natasha's vision became sharp again, and she stood up and walked out of the office.

...and since she walked out of the "red room", she is no longer a little girl who needs protection.

She is the legendary agent, Natasha Romanoff.

…

Coulson, who had just received a call from Zhang Ming, was confused.

What is "interesting, weird, bizarre, mysterious things"?

He really wanted to ask: What do you think SHIELD is?

Coulson remembered that Zhang Ming once mentioned that there was a column in China called "Approaching Science". Each issue would broadcast suspenseful and terrifying phenomena that happened around him. Maybe he should contact the program team and ask them to send some plans.

?

Considering Zhang Ming traveled countless light years to the King's Planet and rescued him from the glass room last time, Coulson did not express his inner complaints in the end. After thinking carefully for a few seconds, he said:

"Recently, the work in the bureau has been relatively tedious. You probably won't like it. If you must find something interesting, I'll do it here..."

Colson was about to say that the project he was working on should be considered "interesting" from Zhang Ming's perspective.

However, when he thought about Zhang Ming's devilish "troublemaker" physique, he hesitated for a few seconds and decided not to bring Zhang Ming in until the problem really got out of hand.

He paused and continued: "...there is a global missing person case. Many witnesses in the case claimed that their family and friends seemed to be dragged into hell. The police have now transferred the case to

S.H.I.E.L.D. takes over."

"It doesn't sound interesting. What tasks are you responsible for recently?" Zhang Ming said.

"You won't be interested in my work, definitely not. I have been responsible for organizing documents recently, many, many documents." Colson did not hesitate, quickly and decisively... lied.

"Okay, let's take the 'Devil's Disappearance Case' you just mentioned. Who is in charge now?"

"Natasha."

After hanging up the phone with Colson, Zhang Ming contacted Natasha. However, unexpectedly, Natasha also directly rejected his help.

Zhang Ming had a question mark on his face.

What happened to these people? They usually begged Zhang Ming to join the team, but he offered to help, but chose to refuse them all.

"I asked the director to apply to carry out this task alone without considering applying for assistance." Natasha said. Her tone was normal, but her intuition told Zhang Ming that something was wrong with Natasha's current state.

“Why didn’t you apply for assistance?”

"Because other people will influence me to infiltrate the investigation."

Zhang Ming frowned, not recognizing this reason in his heart.

"Are you okay?"

This was the second time Natasha heard this question today. She took a deep breath. A master performer and a top agent, her friends heard something was wrong over the phone, which meant that she was in a very abnormal state.

She tried hard to adjust her voice: "Of course. After I find out the truth, I will call the bureau and then stand there, waiting for you to rescue me. In return, I will consider allowing you to buy me a drink."

At this point, Zhang Ming could not continue to prevent Natasha from carrying out her mission. Even though he had many worries in his heart, he could only wish her smooth operation on the phone.

After being rejected twice in a row, Zhang Ming temporarily gave up the idea of ​​continuing to make phone calls. If even SHIELD's intelligence network couldn't find suitable filming materials, he would just waste time blindly wandering around. It would be better to take pictures carefully.

Daily sharing.

Maybe it's because the videos he usually shoots are mainly about defeating various super villains. Occasionally, he changes the style. The audience's response is okay, not as bad as Zhang Ming imagined. The only flaw is that more and more people in the barrage say

He is like a "street kid". He wanders around all day long to take videos, and he also carries a pack of Chinese cigarettes in his pocket.

On this day, Zhang Ming had just finished filming a store visit video and was about to go to the laboratory to pick Angela up for dinner. Suddenly, a pure white sports car suddenly stopped in front of him, the window rolled down, and a black bald head emerged.

"Franklin?"

"Get in the car, it's urgent."

Seeing the anxiety on his expression, Zhang Ming hurriedly got into the car. Franklin stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car started humming, shuttling through the roads in the city.

"Drive slowly." Zhang Ming quickly fastened his seat belt.

"We can't be slow, otherwise it will be too late."

"Big deal?" Zhang Ming asked.

"event!"

"What's the big deal?"

New York is very safe recently. The energetic little spiders wander around the city every day, fighting criminals. Coupled with the emergence of omnic auxiliary police, the crime rate in New York has dropped significantly. No one should look for Franklin, Michael, or Trevor.

That's right.

"Lao Cui!" Franklin turned the steering wheel and dodged an oncoming large truck. "He bought an omnic, the kind with bionic skin. It looks like an ordinary woman."

"His hobby... you know, not to mention mechanical women, occasionally when drunk, they can stuff them into the cracks of drawers and have sex with them. In short, he drank too much today, so he forcibly had sex with omnics in this way.

As a result, he broke the skin of the animal, and the beer happened to be spilled in, so - boom!"

"He was killed?" Zhang Ming asked.

"He would rather be killed by the bomb. It's his little penis. The doctor said it was seriously injured and needs to be surgically removed immediately."

"Fuck." Zhang Ming shrank his crotch, which hurt even when he heard it.

Franklin continued: "He refused to do the operation and even put a gun in his mouth and threatened to commit suicide if it was removed. Then, Skye said you have a magic medicine that can treat most wounds..."

"Okay, no need to say more."

Zhang Ming covered his face. He had saved many people by roasting gluten, but this was the first time he used it in this regard.

The price of a stick of roasted gluten was nothing to him. For the sake of his friend's happiness in the rest of his life, he could still afford this expense, but when he thought about its use, he felt sad for the roasted gluten.

Franklin's driving skills were still excellent, and he arrived at the hospital in ten minutes. They rushed into the ward. On the hospital bed was the protagonist Trevor. His upper body was wearing a hospital gown, and his lower body was probably not wearing anything, just a layer of covering.

cloth in preparation for the upcoming surgery.

There was a circle of people around the hospital bed, including doctors, nurses, Michael and Skye.

Lao Cui was holding a gun to his head and threatening loudly that if they dared to come closer, he would shoot them immediately.

"Zhang Ming is here!" Franklin shouted.

"Zhang Ming!" Lao Cui immediately threw the gun on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes. "You're here now. Come on, give me a copy of the magic medicine. When I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll rob a bank to pay you back."

Zhang Ming threw him a piece of roasted gluten.

"No need to pay me, just promise me you won't do such stupid things in the future."

Lao Cui picked up the roasted gluten and brought it to his nose to smell it, then stared at its shape and said excitedly: "This taste! This shape! I remember the Chinese often say, 'What kind of food you eat will improve what you eat.

The ability of the parts', the appearance of your miracle medicine is very suitable for me, but the size is a bit small. Will taking it affect my future-"

"If you want to stop talking nonsense, just go ahead and get sterilization surgery." Zhang Ming said with a cold face.

Lao Cui said no more and finished the roasted gluten in two or three mouthfuls. Then he lifted the cloth covering his lower body, pointed at his little brother who was slowly recovering, and made various sighs and excited cries from his mouth.

As a woman, Skye rolled her eyes and walked out of the ward. Zhang Ming didn't want to stay to "observe" and followed him out.

The two found a vending machine. Zhang Ming bought two bottles of coffee, handed one over and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I was recently in charge of the investigation of the omnic injury incident. The hospital reported that Trevor was injured by the omnic, so I rushed over immediately. Who would have thought that this was the case? As a woman, I want to say that he is

You asked for it, you shouldn't save him, at least you shouldn't save him so easily, you have to let him suffer a little bit."

"From a man's perspective, this incident has taught him a profound lesson. Believe me, when he sees female omnics in the future, he may have a shadow. You said you were responsible for the incident of omnics hurting people recently?" Zhang Ming took a sip.

Coffee, "Sounds interesting. Whose team are you on?"

"Colson, didn't he tell you?" Skye said.

Zhang Ming thought of the last time Colson said he was busy processing documents, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face: "No. Can you tell me the progress of the investigation in detail?"

"It's nothing inconvenient. If you're free recently, I'd like to invite you to investigate together. To be honest, from a certain perspective, omnics are more troublesome to investigate than ordinary human criminals. After all, you can't understand machines.

Brain circuit." Skye spread her hands, and it could be seen that the dark circles under her eyes have become much thicker recently than in the past.

Zhang Ming laughed: "Then take me to Colson, he should welcome me."