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A sci-fi-style airplane flies across the night.

After asking Peter to pretend to be himself, Zhang Ming hung up the phone.

He noticed Natasha's gaze across from him and asked with a smile: "Why are you looking at me with such strange eyes, making it seem like I'm doing something bad?"

Natasha was wearing a formal dress. As she crossed her legs, half of her white ankles were exposed, her upper body leaned forward slightly, and her emerald eyes were looking at Zhang Ming curiously.

"It's nothing, I'm just curious." An elegant smile appeared on Natasha's face, "Why do you bring me new experiences every time I see you?"

Zhang Ming slightly raised his coffee cup to express his gratitude.

"This is a very high compliment for a man. I hope you are not trying to trick me."

"I mean it."

Natasha looked out the window. Vienna, the capital of music on the ground, was shining brightly in the night. She thought that a few hours ago, she was still in New York, but now she ran to Europe with Zhang Ming. Natasha had

A sense of unreality.

Three hours ago, the news that the resurrection potion was successfully developed had just come out, and Zhang Ming rushed into Pepper's office.

"Sorry, she borrowed it from me."

Zhang Ming took Natasha's hand and ran out, leaving a stunned Pepper, who kept muttering words such as "Oh no," "Angela," and "Mistress."

"I don't dislike passionate men, but I'm on a mission right now. Can you come back to me after it's over?" Natasha said.

"What mission?"

"Stay with Pepper before the big boss moves to protect her safety. After the big boss moves, act according to the situation."

"Play it by ear? What kind of mission is this?"

Zhang Ming pulled Natasha to a corner where no one was, and his expression became serious.

"Can you contact Mr. President?"

"Why do you ask this?" Natasha asked, "Because of the resurrection potion?"

"The resurrection potion was delivered to the big boss this morning. His body should have fully recovered, and compared to last time, he has an extra trump card in his hand."

"The blue potion that can control people's hearts." Natasha said.

Zhang Ming nodded and said: "Not only the blue potion, but also the derivatives of the blue potion, the D-grade blue ocean, and the resurrection potion will help the big boss open the 'back door' in the human heart.

I had been worried that after he recovered, he would try to control the big money and politicians. But just now, I thought again, if I had similar abilities, wouldn't it be better to control the real people in power than these people?

?"

There was a wall behind Natasha, and Zhang Ming stood just one step away from her. She raised her head slightly and looked at Zhang Ming. When recounting this conjecture, something seemed to flash in Zhang Ming's dark eyes.

One light.

That light made her heart beat faster.

It's not that a woman's heartbeat speeds up when she's against a man, but that a human's heartbeat speeds up when facing danger. The moment Zhang Ming said "when I have similar abilities", she thought of a possibility and suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

"Five hours later, a high-end meeting will be held in Vienna, Austria, where the leaders of the United States, Britain, France, and Germany will attend... If I were the big boss, I would never let go of this opportunity."

Natasha asked: "Do you want SHIELD to contact these leaders to postpone or cancel the meeting?"

"This is the safest thing to do."

Natasha bit her lower lip. After thinking for a few seconds, she said: "There have been some personnel transfers in the bureau recently. It is said that it is related to the conference in Vienna. Maybe..."

She didn't continue talking, took out her cell phone and called Director Fury directly, and reported the general situation.

Director Fury's sarcasm came through the microphone: "Zhang Ming is not the only smart person in the world. I contacted several leaders two days ago, hoping to postpone the meeting, but the answer I got was the same, 'They don't want to

The talks will be suspended because of threats from terrorists. If he dares to come, he will be made to pay the price. The dignity of the country cannot be provoked.'

I had secretly sent a group of agents to support the security work, and told that smart boy that when these superheroes think about it, the world will probably be in chaos. Professional matters should be left to professional people to direct.

Instead of just acting recklessly."

Coulson failed to invite Zhang Ming to join SHIELD twice, which obviously caused Director Fury's dissatisfaction.

Zhang Ming leaned over and said loudly into the microphone: "Okay, I heard it, thank you!"

"Nothing! You're welcome!" Director Fury responded loudly, then hung up the phone.

"An expected result." Natasha asked, "What are you going to do now?"

"Let's go to Vienna."

"What about New York?"

"Isn't there Tony and the others?"

Natasha said: "Okay, I'll go with you."

"Are you starting to act according to circumstances?"

"Well, you are the machine."

…

Normally, it takes more than ten hours to fly from New York to Vienna, but this strange-looking aircraft, with the blessing of black technology, only took less than three hours.

The plane was parked steadily on the tarmac. There was a six-hour time difference between Vienna and New York. Steve and Peter were still evacuating the demonstrators under the scorching sun. It was already dark in Vienna.

The latitude benchmark of Vienna is almost the Long Province in the northeast, and the night wind in early autumn has already brought a bit of chill.

Before getting off the plane, Natasha helped Zhang Ming put on simple makeup and put on a pair of glasses. His face was still the same, but the overall feeling was completely different. As long as you didn't stare at this face carefully, it should be

No one will identify you.

Zhang Ming put on his formal clothes, and Natasha came over, put her hands around his neck, and tied his tie for him.

Smelling the aroma so close at hand, Zhang Ming suddenly said, "Looking at you like this, do you know what I'm thinking?"

"I can't guess what you are thinking." Natasha raised her eyebrows and said charmingly.

Zhang Ming said with a smile: "I remember when I was a child, my mother tied a red scarf on me like this."

Natasha rolled her eyes, stepped on high heels, and got off the plane first.

Arriving at the conference building, passing through layers of security checks, they finally entered the building where the high-end conference was held, and the conference was about to begin.

"SHIELD, FBI, MI6...the participating countries all brought their own security teams, and everyone is a top expert. SHIELD informed them about mind control.

In order to avoid "spies" in the security team, members supervise each other. As soon as any abnormality is discovered, whether true or false, they will be asked to disarm and exit the building as soon as possible. If a warning fails, they can be killed directly."

Natasha and Zhang Ming share information.

“It’s the personnel aspect, and then there’s this”

She pointed to the silver-white discs nested in the ceiling and said: "The whole building is covered with detection devices. As long as the blue agent enters the building, an alarm will sound. Each device operates independently and is not connected to the Internet. Even if

The big boss has hacked into the system and can't shut them down."

"It sounds like it's foolproof," Zhang Ming said.

"Unable to control the security team and unable to bring medicine into the venue, I can't think of any other solution for the big boss. Maybe... you guessed wrong? He didn't come to Vienna at all."

"But he didn't show up in New York either," Zhang Ming said.

"So, you are betting?"

"Yeah, it's just gambling."

Tony is still fighting with Ivan.

Steve, Peter and others are helping the police maintain law and order and control the crowd as much as possible.

They all needed Zhang Ming's help, but he followed his intuition and rushed to Vienna. In order not to arouse the suspicion of the big boss, he even asked Peter to pretend to be him.

"This is an unfair bet. We have no right to lose. Even if the chance is only one in 10,000, once the big boss succeeds and controls these big shots, he only needs to make a little move and the world will be destroyed.

There's trouble."

Zhang Ming stared at the crowd coming and going, everyone seemed suspicious, "What about you? Why did you choose to come with me? Because of the director's order? Or because of the 'one in ten thousand' chance?"

"Because of you." Natasha turned around and looked directly into Zhang Ming's eyes. "Because I trust your intuition."

Zhang Ming spread his hands and said, "Look, you are tricking me again."

Natasha smiled, turned her head and said nothing.