[Captain Detective] Captain Detective

[NR: Investigation is the ladder of human progress. 】

When Clint entered the store with several boxes of biscuits, I had just finished reading the comics I was chasing.

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"It's hard to come to Chinatown once, can you eat something else?" I pushed the biscuit box that Clint pushed over to him, "I don't want to eat strawberry flavor, push the vanilla one."

Clint hugged the only box of vanilla flavored biscuits tightly: "No! This is the only box of vanilla flavor left! If you kill me, I won't give it to you!"

"Kill you, these are all mine." I held out my hand and smiled, Clint looked at me pitifully, I was unmoved.Not long after, he obediently handed me the vanilla scent.

I unpacked it, Clint picked up the milk tea I ordered for him, and asked while drinking: "How is the battle going?"

Munching on the vanilla-flavored biscuits, I could feel the remaining soup dumpling in my mouth fading away.I answered him: "I don't know, Steve hasn't sent back the victory message yet."

"I'm pretty close," Clint slid a piece of vanilla biscuit, "I just don't know who won who. Who wins this bet?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can graduate from this pair of CPs who have been chasing for more than a year, I will be satisfied. But you, are you ready to accept the next Ellie's revenge?"

"...I was trying to delay the time for the cap, otherwise why would I have to tease that psychopath!"

"All I can say is, may God bless you." As I said that, I turned off my phone and concentrated on eating biscuits and drinking coffee.

Clint noticed the folder in my hand and reached for it: "What's this? Your new assignment?"

Before he picked up the folder, I pressed the folder: "This is the treasure I have been busy preparing for more than a year. There is only one copy in the world. Don't touch it."

"..." Clint paused, and asked in a cautious whisper, "Global nuclear bomb code summary?"

"If I have the ability to get that, not only Fury, but even the President of the United States should give up to me." I rolled my eyes, opened the folder, and revealed the title of the paper inside, "It's about someone's past secret."

Clint was so lucky to understand who I was talking about, and immediately pushed the folder into my hand: "Don't let me see this! I don't want to know the history of the neuropathy in the past!"

With a sneer, I looked at him contemptuously: "I've let you down, Cookie Man, her past is actually not that scary." As I was speaking, my phone vibrated, which was a reminder that I had received a text message.

I took it over and saw that it was a text message from Eleanor, with only one sentence:

"Quickly call the team wife! :)』

Ouch, listen to this smug tone, has this person already been taken down?I suddenly felt my body relax, and I couldn't help laughing.I quickly replied to her:

"Girl, you are still young, I give you a piece of advice: take care of your waist:-D"

Turning off the phone contentedly, I smiled and tilted my head: "Okay, it's over, and it's time for us to retire."

Clint cheered a little: "Oh! Yes! It's time for us to find Tony and have a farewell single party!"

I can only give him a blank stare and get up to leave: "You go and inform him, I have to appease Mr. Director first."

Clint sat safely on his seat, didn't get up, but waved his hands goodbye, and threw a pack of blueberry-flavored biscuits by the way: "No strawberries, blueberries are okay, right?"

I smiled and shook the biscuit: "Thank you."

Fury sometimes comes to Chinatown to eat fried potato shreds, and I also learned about it by accident.By the way, there is indeed a restaurant that cooks shredded potatoes that are delicious.

So I found him easily.This restaurant is not particularly atmospheric, but at least it is clean and cozy.Moreover, the most important thing is that the owner of this house knows him and will not cause trouble.When I found him, he was sitting in a cubicle, facing a table of Chinese food, with his usual serious expression, as if everyone he met owed him money.

How deep is Nick Fury's city, probably only he knows.While I can see that our team leader Steve is unhappy with the management style Fury is using now, I have to admit, I like Fury's choice.

People in it perform their duties without disturbing each other, and resources are shared to a certain extent, but their privacy is absolutely kept secret-how great is the orderly order.

As someone with a deep past, that's how I survived.You don't need to trust anyone, and you don't need anyone to trust you.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is more interesting than any organization I've ever been a part of, and nothing seems impossible to them.For example, create a miscellaneous Avengers alliance that has everything, such as fighting gods, monsters and aliens, for example, the world's number one serious and the world's number one dishonest come together...

"Romanoff, what are you laughing at?" Fury, who was sitting across from me, said seriously.

I shrugged: "It's nothing, just a boring thing."

"Have you had lunch yet?" Fury said and waved, and the waiter politely added a pair of bowls and chopsticks for me, "You can try it."

I fiddled with the bowls and chopsticks helplessly: "To be honest, I'm not very good at eating Chinese food, can't you ask them to bring me a pair of knives and forks directly?"

"You have done too few tasks in China, and you still don't understand the beauty of eating Chinese food with chopsticks. At this time, using a knife and fork is too disruptive." Fury gestured to the correct use of chopsticks, "You can learn now, I know You're very clever—literally brilliant, aren't you?"

I smiled, followed his example and rested the chopsticks on my right hand, and said with deep meaning: "What are you implying, sir?"

"When did we first talk about Eleanor Sallers?"

"Steve was in your car the first time Steve went to see Ms. Carter after the Battle of New York," too impressive for me to recall," you warned me not to dig any further, and I promised Don't mention it any more."

"What about the second time?"

"The day after Eleanor Sallers was transferred to London—sorry, I didn't keep the agreement, but I had to ask you to find out, because," I finally picked up a piece of tofu with my chopsticks and looked up at Fury, "that day Steve The anger is a bit surprisingly large."

"Or, it's too big," Fury sneered. "That's the most completely black face he ever got apart from arguing with me and Stark."

"That's your fault too, whoever told you not to give any warning, transferred his people away."

"..." Fury paused suddenly, looking at me deeply, "Rogers has a crush on Sallers and Sallers has a crush on Rogers...do you all know that, and I'm the only one left in the dark? "

"Oh, your pitiful tone, I'm a bit reluctant to say 'yes'..."

Fury didn't answer any more, just ate food silently.Probably because the amount of information is too large, he needs to digest it.I have not been idle, I have experimented a few times with chopsticks, and I am proficient in my hands.When he was almost done eating, I dropped the chopsticks, knowing that the topic was coming.

Sure enough, Fury wiped his mouth with a napkin, and turned to me with one eye: "So, very clever Agent Romanoff, what have you found?"

"Many, many," I picked up the folders on my lap, and waved them triumphantly in front of his eyes, "I've read the ones in the files, and I've found the ones you couldn't find."

"You are indeed a very good agent, Romanoff." Fury looked at me calmly.I thought he would be desperate for what I had.

"No, you should praise me as a very good spy." I smiled, "I'm the best at checking information. If you don't believe me, just ask Tony."

Fury didn't want to talk about anything else with me, so he asked directly: "So?"

"I'm curious, Nick." I leaned forward and put my arm on my chin, "Since you don't believe in Eleanor Sallers so much, why don't you let me investigate her?" I tapped the folder, "Look , How successful my investigation is!"

Fury just looked at me and didn't say anything.

He didn't speak, so I just looked at him with a smile.

Fury thought he was doing a great job of keeping his secrets.Indeed, everyone didn't realize that Steve's neighbor was deliberately arranged for him by the director.But the fact that Eleanor was assigned to spy on Steve was something I'd busted from the very beginning.

Remember, Eleanor waited alone on 39th Street after the Battle of New York, and Fury drove her to pick her up.Coincidentally, a group of us were eating super nasty kebabs at a kebab restaurant not far away - oh, I don't want to think about that stupid taste.

I was the first to finish eating—or rather, the first to give up eating that thing—and stood at the door of the store to enjoy the breeze, lucky enough to witness this scene.

I suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why does a DCPD police officer know the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?And their relationship seems to be more than just acquaintance.

Once curious, I couldn't suppress the desire to explore.I really don’t know if I don’t check it. I’m shocked when I check it. If everything I found out is true, this neuropathy is really interesting.

"You used her to do a lot of things, but you never trusted her, did you?"

"From your standpoint, do you think she is worthy of my trust?" Fury asked back, "On the premise that she has a criminal record."

It's okay if he didn't mention it, but when I mentioned it, I raised my eyebrows and laughed: "Oh——you don't believe her because she has a criminal record, so I, a spy with a more serious criminal record than her, have not been able to Convince you?"

"You think you are similar? No, your nature is different."

"What's different? Why can't I see it?"

Fury was silent again, but the silence was not long, it should be organizing his sentences.Then he said: "Romanoff, your purpose of joining S.H.I.E.L.D. is very simple. S.H.I.E.L.D. is a place where you can give full play to your abilities, regardless of your origin, and provide you with shelter—you Ask us, we need you, it's fair and just."

I thought about it, and there was not much difference between what I thought, so I nodded: "And then?"

"But Sallers is different," Fury sighed, leaning back in his chair, "I ask you, did you do this voluntarily?"

"..." I don't want to answer this question.

Apparently, Fury doesn't need my answer either.He continued: "I asked her why she joined Prism, and she said she joined Prism at the request of Chocolate, and she didn't care if she wanted to get out of Prism—Romanoff, you know what that means what?"

"This means that once Chocolate needs her to join the prism, she may not hesitate to join again." I replied, anyway, Eleanor is a person who knows what morality is - I believe Steve has more feelings than me.

"That's right, if what they're involved in is just a company on Wall Street, joining and quitting, joining and quitting, it's fine to play around like a house, but the problem is, their 'company' is called Triangular Prism," Fury said slowly. He said slowly, his tone became more and more serious, "Do you want me to list what the prism has done?"

Of course not. Before I joined S.H.I.E.L.D., Triangle Prism was already a well-known radical organization. People in my line of work definitely need a lot of attention.On several occasions, I have received secret missions related to it.

At one point, I was even assigned to assassinate the head of the Prism, Chocolate, although the mission ended in failure - no one has yet succeeded.

"So, is that why you can't fully trust Eleanor?" Fury said here, as if he didn't intend to say any more, so I laughed happily, and then waved the folder in front of him again, "Now, anyway You are also full of food and drink, are you willing to listen to the inside story found by professional data investigators?"

Fury frowned immediately, and I could tell from his puzzled expression that he really didn't know what else I had inside.

It gave me a sense of accomplishment.

"I saw in the file you made for her that her real name was 'Eleanor Sallers' and she grew up in an orphanage in Bremen, Germany that had been closed due to bankruptcy," I opened the folder and pulled out the first sheet, "but that There is no way to verify the information of the orphanage, so it cannot be said that your information is correct."

"... From the tone of your voice, you seem to have found something different." Fury said with a firm tone, then took the first piece of paper, looked down, but quickly raised his head.

Because this piece of paper is their archive.

I smiled and pulled out the second piece of paper: "It's about the orphanage where she grew up, maybe here."

Fury was not pretentious, and immediately snatched it away, and after a few glances, his frown deepened: "Golden Apple Orphanage for Children?"

"It's just an orphanage, just another way of saying it," I signaled him to continue reading, "This discovery is purely accidental, and you can also think that I was favored by the goddess of luck once."

"Get to the point." Fury reminded me as he browsed quickly.

"After I checked the name of the orphanage you gave and found nothing, I wondered if she was transferred to another orphanage but didn't say so? So I checked all the local orphanages in Bremen. Orphanages and welfare homes for children, and I saw this one."

"...what's wrong with this golden apple?"

"OMG, you've been spying on Eleanor for five or six years, don't you remember the name?" I looked at him with undisguised disdain, "Don't you know why she, a Washington policeman, would run away when she was on duty?" Go to New York to fight aliens?"

"...she skipped work to buy chocolates, I remember her saying."

"Yes, the Golden Apple Handmade Chocolate Shop sells a limited number of handmade chocolates every day. It is a very popular shop. Steve even went to buy a box for her to please Eleanor."

"Golden Apple Handmade Chocolate Shop, Golden Apple Children's Welfare Institute..." Fury read the two names together, then raised his head, "Is this the reason? Just because the names are the same?"

I shrugged: "At that time, I just thought that I had to look it up anyway, why not start with this familiar name. It turned out that I was a little stunned after just looking it up."

"Go on." Fury held the paper and listened carefully.

"This requires a third party," I said, and I took out the third piece of paper and handed it over. "About seven or eight years ago, a German beer company was shut down due to negative news."

"...what does that have to do with German beer?"

I smiled: "Is it a bit confusing? Don't worry, don't worry, listen to me slowly. You have been investigating the prism for so long, do you know what the prism was doing before it became famous?"

"...similar to a multinational detective company." After Fury finished speaking, he showed a dazed expression, "You mean—"

"Yes, that beer company was brought down behind the scenes by Prism."

Fury rubbed his chin: "So, what's the sex of that company about?"

I couldn't help applauding him: "Your IQ is on the line, so proud of you!"

"Stop talking nonsense."

"It's nothing, just adulteration, tax evasion, bribery, pornographic news, unfair competition among peers, oh, yes, and the most serious one - the boss at the time murdered the previous boss many years ago. It was his own brother, as well as his brother's wife and children, only his youngest daughter survived—if you don't believe it, go check the newspapers of the year, there is a big page about it."

"……what do you mean……"

"Listen to me to circle the circle first—the youngest daughter is the heir to all the inheritance, so she will naturally be attacked by her relatives, but she disappeared before the girl was persecuted."

"The circle is not round."

"I said it, listen to me." I glared at him, "After the prism brought down the beer company, it said that at the request of the daughter who survived that year, she gave her share of the company The inheritance—almost all the assets of the entire company—was taken away. Then, shortly after, many orphanages and child welfare homes in Germany received an anonymous donation—the Golden Apple Children’s Welfare Most, although not much. Some people think that this is related to the investigation of the beer company, but there is no evidence." I finished speaking in one breath, picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

After listening, Fury was silent for a few seconds, staring at me deeply: "So, evidence, is there any?"

"No." I answered naturally.

This made Fury on the opposite side roll his eyes: "In the end, it's just speculation."

I continued: "No indeed. You see, these are nothing more than: ①The entire family of the boss of a beer company was killed many years ago, and only one missing daughter survived; A large sum of money is missing; ③A children's welfare home in Bremen has received the largest single anonymous donation; ;⑤That woman was probably brought up in some kind of orphanage in Bremen—yes, all of this is irrelevant in isolation, but if it were, " I raised my jaw, "you understand. "

"...what you call the circle on the circle is just to say," Fury held his forehead, "Eleanor Sallers is the surviving daughter who grew up in the Golden Apple Children's Welfare Institute in Bremen, Germany, and later joined the Triangular Prism when she grew up. To bring down the man who killed his family—right?"

I looked at him speechlessly: "I wasted so much talking, did you actually only grasp one of the main points?"

"What else is there?"

"Dear bureaucrat," I almost threw the folder on his smoldering face, "are you worried about the credibility of Eleanor Sallers? Are you afraid that she will turn around and join without hesitation?" A prism?"

"so……?"

"What if the real reason Eleanor Sallers joined Prism was to bring down that beer company?" I finally said what I wanted to say the most, "So, after she achieved her goal, she left Vietnam without hesitation." More and more radical prisms."

After I finished speaking, I pushed the folder in front of Fury and watched him silently.This is something I have spent a year researching. If he dares not accept it, hehe...

Fury was silent for a long time, and finally reached out and pressed the folder: "You said so much, just want me to believe Sallers? When did you become so human?"

I?Human touch?I rolled my eyes: "What's that? I just did it out of curiosity, sir, you still don't allow hard-working employees to have a little hobby?"

Fury looked disbelieving, so I had no choice but to curl my lips: "Well, just think I'm wooing our team wife." And I just cheated on her once today.After a pause, I continued, "Have you ever thought about it, if you find the place where Eleanor grew up, would that mysterious Chocolate who has a particularly close relationship with her also come from there?"

A gleam that could be called brilliant flashed in Fury's one-eyed eyes. He stood up holding the folder, and said solemnly: "Natasha Romanoff, it's a pity that you don't work in the intelligence department."

"With this sentence, my year's work is worth it." I smiled, "But don't forget to give me a salary increase."

"..."

Fury nodded, ready to leave.He turned around, and then suddenly turned back: "This document...have you shown it to Rogers?"

His eyes stopped on me, and he couldn't tell what the meaning was.I just looked away and nodded: "I showed him the first time I sorted it out."

"Even after seeing it, does he insist on continuing to be Sallers' neighbor?"

"What neighbor, maybe he has dragged the little police officer back to the house now."

"...Wait, what happened to Rogers and Sallers during this period of time I don't know?!"

I replied with a bright smile: "Guess what."

"..." Fury obviously didn't want to play the "guess me" game with me, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "At the beginning, I really made a wrong decision."

"It's not that bad, at least Steve doesn't know that Eleanor got so close to him on your order in the first place," I pointed, "You can tell him if you want, maybe he thinks you're them I don’t care about it for the matchmaker’s sake.”

Fury snorted, and then changed the subject: "Since he looked over, didn't he say anything?"

"Yes," I raised my eyebrows with a smile, "he said—"

"can't read."