In the film and television world, I don't know martial arts

Chapter 56 Organization
"You can call me the Christmas ghost." The avatar Edward was silent for a while, trying to come up with a nickname.

"Okay, Christmas Ghost." Natasha didn't force her, and said, "I need to know how much the successive incidents of St. Edward have to do with you?"

"It's not important." The Christmas ghost said: "I only stopped for one purpose, and that is that you are useful. With your hands, find those who trouble me, and then kill them. You can talk if you want. If you don't want to, I'm going right away."

"No, this is very important." Natasha said: "We need more clues in order to find out the hidden black hand, which coincides with you."

The Christmas ghost didn't speak for a long time, and it took a while before he spoke: "I can tell you what you want to know, but how can you guarantee the return."

Having said that, Christmas Ghost turned around and left: "Ms. Agent, I can give you a day to think about it. How to guarantee a return. I will continue to talk with you after I get my approval. This time tomorrow."

Suddenly Christmas Ghost paused, its body dodged sideways, poof, where he was standing before, a hole the size of a fist exploded in the ground, and white smoke billowed out.

"Snipe!"

Natasha screamed, raised her pistol suddenly, and crouched down.

"Very good." The ghostly voice of the Christmas ghost resounded through the wilderness, its anger was beyond words, and the people had disappeared: "Ms. Agent, I have learned your tricks!"

Natasha suddenly came back to her senses, her face suddenly turned ugly, and several screams were heard in her ears. She couldn't help shouting: "Stay alive! Ghost of Christmas, I can assure you that this has absolutely nothing to do with me!"

She rushed up, but saw a black shadow flying down and landed in front of her with a plop. It was a fully armed militant!

Natasha didn't have time to think about it, and quickly took out a small electric shock device from the side of her thigh, and shot at the militant whose eyes were still rolling, knocking him out.

"I only believe you once, Ms. Agent." The Christmas ghost said the last thing: "These corpses are given to you. At this time tomorrow, I will come to you, hoping to get a definite answer."

Natasha chased her there, but in the wilderness, there were only a few tattered corpses, and the ghost of Christmas had disappeared.

Sighing, Natasha was silent for a while, turned on the communicator, and rushed to the militants who were stunned before, while saying: "Send someone to wash the ground."

"5 minutes."

However, the person Natasha wanted to live, the person who was stunned before, disappeared.

Natasha stood where she was, looking around in a daze, feeling a sudden chill in her heart.

She realized something was wrong.

The scrubbers came very quickly. Seeing them moving, Natasha stepped aside and opened the secret channel of the communicator: "I need help, BOSS."

After a while, a deep voice came to my ears: "It's me, Natasha."

Natasha took a breath: "I'm in some trouble."

"Do you need help?"

"Analysis." Natasha said: "I found that person—the farm murder, the shooter, the executioner, and maybe even the source of the St. Edward incident."

The deep voice suddenly rose an octave: "And then?"

"I don't think he has any malice towards us. I was attacked when I was going to talk to him, and I was almost misunderstood by him. I was thinking about a question. In less than 10 minutes, who arranged the attack so accurately? I The one he caught alive disappeared under my nose at a distance of less than 500 meters. I am very disappointed, BOSS. I am very disturbed."

"What's your guess?" The deep voice was a few degrees higher.

"The mole." Natasha said resolutely: "Except for our people, don't do what they want. We have been unable to catch clues about those people. Doesn't this exactly indicate the problem?"

"." Silence for a moment: "This is indeed a chilling news, very important. I will find a way to solve this matter as soon as possible."

"I hope so." Natasha said: "Then, I hope to be directly responsible to you for contacting this person."

"I authorize you to bypass all procedures and be directly responsible to me."

"Okay." Natasha breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Now, please listen to my report: This person claims to be a Christmas ghost, with a visually estimated height of 5.6 feet, a thin build, and a weight of no more than 60 kilograms. He is dressed in a black sweater, wearing a Christmas The mask of the old man. Quick response, can avoid sniping, walking speed exceeds 40 kilometers per hour, and is extremely powerful, can smash a human body with one punch - this is a visual inspection, and the limit cannot be determined. If it is determined that he is the killer of the shooter and the executioner Waiting for someone's murderer, then he is undoubtedly a person with superpowers."

"continue."

"Through comparison, I found that it was not his opponent. But I tracked him twice, and he didn't launch a counterattack against me. So I don't think he has any malice against us."

"very good."

"This time, he should be tracking me back, probably for the purpose of sniffing out news. I found him and shot him, but he didn't return fire. Only St. Edward's operation team and civilian agents were present. Within 10 minutes, I found When I couldn’t catch up with him and was about to lose him, I tried to stop him, and I succeeded.”

"Ah."

"He was very direct and said he wanted to use our power to find his attacker and solve the problem once and for all. But he had doubts and he wanted assurances from us. Then the attack happened."

"He doesn't know the origin of the attacker?" asked the question.

"I think so." Natasha frowned: "There are many organizations in the world that are interested in superpowers, and many of them use violent methods. It may also be because of the first bloody night on the farm-the incident at that time was Triggered by Alena Mispris. I think that bloody night was just an accident, just because he hid on the farm and ran into it! He killed those people, so it caused the follow-up murder. Or. The piece Hey, those American ginseng?"

"Your conjecture is very reasonable." The low voice said: "But it is not complete. The first conjecture has a certain possibility, and the second conjecture is too simple. If it was purely a vendetta caused by him killing those people, This is not in line with the thinking and interests of large organizations. So the second conjecture and the first conjecture can be viewed together. But the root cause still lies in the American ginseng incident. Our scientists are studying American ginseng more and more deeply, and not long ago they discovered This strange American ginseng can produce unexpected effects in strengthening the human body. You know, many international organizations have research projects in this area."

"So a certain organization also took a fancy to American ginseng. Their previous target was Alena, thinking that she, the ace agent of MI[-], might know something after coming here for a while. But in the process of hunting down Alena , fled to that farm by Alena, ran into the Wraith, who killed them for some reason. Mispris was picked out by MI[-], so they turned their attention to the Wraith - mere How can there be such a powerful power user in a barren town like St. Edward? Is it related to American ginseng? Capture him and slice him for research?"

"Yes." The deep voice said: "This is the organizational way of thinking. In essence, it is an extension of the American ginseng incident."

"And what about us?"

"We can use a softer way. Since he is not malicious, then Natasha, your task is here. We need talents, and he is undoubtedly one of them. Try to win him over to become one of us."

"Then the previous mission?"

"Stop it for now. If it is determined that he is the source of the incident, end it directly." A low voice said: "Once he becomes one of us, does the rest matter?"

"It doesn't matter anymore." Natasha said, "I will do my best."

But he said instead: "What if we can't win over him?"

".Facing the strong," the deep voice was silent for a moment: "What do you think?"

"Keep in touch, stay friendly, and wait for the time," Natasha said.

"very good."

(End of this chapter)