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Natasha stood by the window, the autumn wind blowing her hair. She pushed the hair hanging from her forehead behind her ears and looked at the Danube River in the distance.

A coat was draped over her body, and Zhang Ming stood beside her.

"What are you thinking about? I felt like you were not in a good mood from the beginning."

"fine."

Zhang Ming said with a smile, "When a woman says it's okay, it usually means something is happening, and it's a big deal."

The Danube River flowed quietly under the moonlight. After Natasha was silent for a few seconds, she said, "I just remembered the past. I learned dance for a long time when I was a child. Of course, it's not just dance, there are other things... some Not very pleasant stuff.”

Natasha's smile was a little more forced.

Zhang Ming knew what she was talking about. Speaking of which, Natasha and the corpse on the ground were still former colleagues.

When she was still a girl, she joined the KGB and became a reserve agent. She was arranged to grow and train in a secret base called the "Red Room."

In order to make the trainer loyal, the organization will add some fictitious memories.

Natasha is implanted with the memory of a ballerina.

Therefore, she has a different sensitivity to dance than ordinary people.

"Actually, I envy you." Natasha leaned on the railing and took a deep breath. The cool wind dissipated the gloom in her heart.

"The first time I saw you, I knew you were a very pure guy. Your eyes were very clean, without so much desire, pressure, mission...Everything you did was out of the ordinary." Inside. No one can order you around but yourself."

"You can do it too. Quit your job and change your identity. It just so happens that I need a reliable assistant. He will have more money but less work, and he will provide food and accommodation." Zhang Ming said.

Natasha laughed.

This time her smile was no longer forced, and she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"You are blatantly poaching SHIELD. Be careful that our Director Fury comes to complain to you."

She stretched out her hand, "But if the day comes, I will go find you. Let me tell you in advance, my salary requirements are not low."

"Well... is it too late for me to regret it now?"

Natasha took out a voice recorder from her pocket and shook it.

"We really can't let down our guard for a moment." Zhang Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head.

At this time, a system prompt sounded in the consciousness space.

"Ding--"

The small TV popped up, "Congratulations to the host, the video "Black Widow x Pure Land - the best version on the entire Internet, bar none!" has received four thousand coins. Please upload the kimono version video in time as agreed."

"It's done!"

It’s been less than 10 minutes since the video was uploaded, and Natasha is truly a nerd reaper.

The big boss carefully planned the situation and blocked all possibilities, but in the end he was defeated by the beauty and the otaku.

Zhang Ming hugged Natasha excitedly and spun around in the sky.

"Did the gods respond to you?" Natasha couldn't believe that there really were gods.

"Of course!"

Zhang Ming conjured up four roasted gluten sticks, and a scent emanated, attracting the attention of everyone in the conference hall.

"Gudong!"

The sound of swallowing saliva appeared.

Back in Monaco, one stick of roasted gluten in a closed ward almost drove the whole building crazy. Now four sticks were exposed directly in front of them. Many people with unstable minds came over with saliva.

Even the big boss, who was lurking in the puppet's body and secretly observing the venue, couldn't help but stand up from the sofa.

"What the hell is this."

Zhang Ming raised his hand, holding four pieces of roasted gluten in his hand. He pushed aside the sniffling officials who came to smell the smell, and walked to the hospital bed with square steps.

He felt that his posture and demeanor were just like the Empress Dowager Dongchang holding an imperial edict...

No, it's the imperial envoy holding Shang Fang's sword.

Seeing Zhang Ming holding a bamboo stick and about to stab it into the patient's mouth, the elderly doctor quickly stopped him.

"What are you doing?"

"Give me some medicine."