Marvel in Cyclops

The feeling that SHIELD's plane has always given Scott is just one sentence. .

Funds are burning.

From the outside, it looks similar to the size of an ordinary cargo plane, but inside it has two floors and several rooms.

At first, Scott thought there would be a lot of people involved in this operation, but in fact, when he got on the plane, he discovered that except for one pilot, there were only two people on the plane: him and Natasha.

"Isn't this a little too hasty? Just the two of us?" Scott checked up and down, and finally couldn't bear his curiosity and came to the Black Widow's side.

"It's just a negotiation. Wouldn't it appear that we are very insincere if we bring so many people?"

Well, what you said makes sense. The problem is that there is no sincerity when there are so many people. With so few people, is it just a gift?

"The plan is this. After we arrive, you go to meet and negotiate with the other party's leader, and I will find an opportunity to sneak in and find Stark's whereabouts. Your task is to use your superb negotiation skills to deal with them. It's best You can tell them that they are confused, and the longer it takes, the better it is for me."

"Well... First of all, I want to thank Sister Natasha for trusting me. Then I just want to ask a question. Is it too late for me to get off the plane and go home?"

Zhou Xuan, your sister, if you give me ten or eight elite soldiers, I might still have some momentum to chat with each other about home affairs. Now you tell me that I will be the only one to send you off. Are you trying to kill me? What?

Do you think I am Zhuge Liang who can spit out lotus flowers and fight with other scholars with his tongue?

Scott could fully imagine that if he were to walk into the gangster's territory alone, what awaited him would not be some courtesy, but fists and kicks, and even the boss of the other party might feel that they were not enough. He would be killed on the spot if he paid attention to this reason.

Moreover, Scott took a look at their destination, which seemed to be a border town in the Middle East, which was obviously inconsistent with the cave where Tony Stark was imprisoned in the movie.

The other party had made it clear that they wanted to play tricks on them and set up a trap to lure them into it.

"What? Are you scared? Didn't you say that you are not afraid of heaven and earth, that God and the devil can't do anything to you?" Natasha looked at Scott's nervous expression and showed a charming smile.

"Nonsense, labor and management are materialists. They don't believe in any God or devil in this world. Of course they can't do anything to me, but those gangsters can. Sister Natasha, considering my age, I'm still an inexperienced little kid. For the boy's sake, don't let me die. How about the two of us sneak in to find Stark?" Scott's face was full of flattery.

"No, sneaking into something like this requires special training. I know you have received some training in the bureau, but your level has barely reached the passing line. And with your startled character, I don't think you can do it with this kind of training." You can successfully infiltrate, but the issue of you saying you are a little boy is none of my business. My sister doesn't like little pups like you." At this time, Natasha is actually still happy.

In the end, Scott bit the bullet and walked to the shabby-looking tavern alone.

No way, Natasha told him the truth later. This was a negotiation that was completely unplanned, just a test given to him by Black Braised Egg.

As soon as he arrived at the door, a stout man pushed open the door of the pub and looked at Scott, who was more than a head shorter than him, contemptuously.

"Bah, you actually sent such a thing to negotiate? You are not planning to kill Stark, are you?"

Listening to the other party's angry complaints, Scott really wanted to applaud him.

That's right, we really have no intention of serious negotiation, so can I leave?

However, Scott could not leave because Natasha installed a micro bomb in his watch before departure. It is said that if Scott dared to run away, he would be blown to death by this micro bomb. Unable to take care of oneself.

What a smart, capable and sinister good girl.

Scott was brought into the tavern by the strong man. Everyone in the tavern looked fierce. Seeing Scott coming in, they couldn't help but cast curious glances.

After all, the goggles on Scott's face were so conspicuous that it was difficult for them not to see them.

"Why are you wearing that thing?" A bald man who looked like the leader asked first.

"Oh, my eyes were born with a disability and I can't see clearly at all, so I have to rely on these glasses to move normally." Scott leisurely gave a brief introduction to his goggles.

"Are you the expert who wants to negotiate with us? You're too young."

It’s no wonder that these people were surprised by Scott. In their impression, so-called negotiators should be mature and steady people who are at least forty years old.

But Scott's baby face, which looked like he was in his twenties, and his relaxed attitude as soon as he entered the room, as if he were just coming in for sightseeing, didn't look like he was negotiating seriously.

"Let's get right to the point, shall we? To be honest, I'm not here to negotiate, I'm here to save you." Scott took a deep breath and decided to use a move to preemptively take the initiative.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the entire tavern fell silent for a few seconds, and then Scott was greeted by a burst of laughter.

"Save us? Do you know what you are talking about?" The bald leader kept twitching while holding his stomach.

The other gangsters on the side also hummed together, and no one took Scott's words seriously at all.

But they soon stopped laughing.

"Let me give you an analysis of several outcomes after today's meeting. The first one is that my negotiation fails and you kill me directly. Then two F planes will take off nearby and they will be killed within 3 minutes. The whole town was razed to the ground. Don’t doubt the truth of my words. You know our privilege in the Middle East.”

As soon as Scott finished speaking, the bald man opposite him visibly started to sweat.

"The second option is that you don't talk to me face-to-face and choose to delay. Unfortunately, if I come here for more than twenty minutes today, the two F's will still come. Anyway, they only sent me one eye. If a disabled person comes, they won't care whether he lives or lives."

"Aren't you afraid that Stark will be killed with one shot?" The bald man gritted his teeth and stared at Scott.

"Oh, this involves Stark's safety. To be honest, I think you should be very clear about Stark's role, otherwise you wouldn't have caught him. But have you ever thought about it, if Stark dies? What will happen?

First of all, we can claim to the outside world that you killed Stark. Compared to the official statement, no one will believe your excuse.

Secondly, if Stark dies, then his supporters and followers will definitely come to you to seek revenge. Even his enemies will have to make a statement, such as spending money to throw a large amount of bombs at you. Bombs or something, after all, even if Stark is dead, his brand is still there. In order to continue to use this brand, even the people who supported you at the beginning will inevitably fall out with you, because in their eyes, you are just It's just a tool used to kill Stark. "

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