American comics: Opening Trading Tom Cat

At night, in a castle,

Locke was gently swaying the wine in his glass, as if waiting for something.

"Bang Bang Bang……"There was a slow knock on the door.

"Please come in~"

The door was opened, and a curvy figure appeared at the door, leaning against the door frame, showing off her hot curves that made people imagine.

"Send those two guys back?"

"certainly"

"Next, does Egghead want you to go undercover for Tony Stark?"

Natasha looked a little strange:"Locke, you seem to know a lot of things?"

"I had a feeling before that although you are not a member of SHIELD, you know more about SHIELD than many senior agents."

Locke sat up and looked at the charming Black Widow in front of him with a smile.

"Are you sure you want to ask me a question like this?"

Natasha smiled seductively when she heard that. She walked to Locke with seductive cat steps and sat directly on Locke.

She snatched the wine from Locke's hand without hesitation and kissed Locke.

Locke's hands were also wasted and rested on his waist.

After a while, Natasha raised her head:"Now, can you answer my question, dear?"

Locke hooked his chin with a finger:"Of course, you are still so charming."

Feeling Locke's gradually increasing strength and his gradually hot breath, Natasha's smile became more and more charming

"Honey, it's not gentlemanly to be so anxious. Answer my question first."

"The height at which you stand is different, and the nature you see is different"

"Natasha, I have no bad feelings towards that boiled egg head. On the contrary, as the king of spies, I think he is qualified. He is extremely paranoid and always suspicious of everyone. These are excellent qualities of the king of spies."

"However, he had a mistake, a fatal mistake. His vision was too low. So when others stood at a higher altitude and looked down at him, all his thoughts, ideas, and even the wisdom he was proud of would be seen at a glance."

"He stood too low and wanted to grab too many things, so in many cases, in the eyes of many people, he was more like a clown."

Looking at Natasha, whose expression changed and fell into deep thought because of his words, Locke's movements became bigger again.

"Wait, wait!" Natasha's breathing also changed.

"Last one, answer my last question."

"Honey, you have so many questions."

"Sorry, I don't want to answer now."

"If you want to know more secrets, go find that egghead and ask him to transfer you to my side. As a senior agent, you have this authority."

………

The next day, near noon, Natasha woke up from exhaustion. Feeling the discomfort coming from every part of her body, Natasha couldn't help but curse

"Damn it, he didn't look like a human before, and he's even less like a human now!"

He stood up with the help of the wall, walked to the closet, and pushed it gently. The closet opened, revealing rows and rows of luxurious women's clothing.

"Damn it, how many bitches has that bastard dated here that he actually prepared so many women's clothes!"

While complaining, Natasha began to pick up clothes one by one and gestured. As for her original clothes, they had long since become beggar's clothes.

Only after she chose a piece of expensive and comfortable women's clothing did Natasha close the closet with satisfaction.

Looking outside, the sun had begun to go down, and Natasha began to curse again:"That bastard, I was right. It was almost dawn when it ended, and that bastard still told me it was the street lights!"

After finishing her whole body repair, Natasha walked out of the castle in a beautiful state. After taking a few steps, she suddenly remembered that her communicator was still in the castle. The bastard threw it far away because it was in the way.

However, just as she turned around, Natasha's figure suddenly froze. Her bright eyes suddenly tightened and stared at the back without blinking. Her whole body was in a kind of tense and stiffness.

The castle where she lived not long ago was disappearing at this time, like a piece of paper on fire, melting rapidly.

The agent's instinct was revived in an instant, and Natasha rushed up at the fastest speed in her life. She went and grabbed a piece of wood and broke it hard, breaking off a piece of wood.

The next moment, everything disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared, except for the piece of wood in her hand.

It was unknown how long it took for Natasha's body to regain its softness. She took a deep breath and walked forward a few steps. There was a communicator standing there quietly.

Natasha's eyes were dazed for a while. She subconsciously looked at the clothes on her body. Really, they were still new, and even the labels were still there. 18,000 US dollars.

Natasha felt an inexplicable chill in her heart. What was real? What was fake?

"Is this the height you are standing at now? Locke Payne."

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