Natasha was so angry with him that she needed oxygen.
Strange leaned out half of his body from the room opposite the door, looked at Natasha and said, "Come and sit with me for a while. I'll have to see him for at least half an hour."
Natasha had no choice but to walk in, and then she saw Strange wearing a more ornate and complicated Supreme Mage robe, and he was trimming his beard in the mirror.
"It's not bad." Natasha raised her eyebrows at Strange. She walked half a circle around Strange and said, "This doesn't look like a European dress. Is there anything special about it?"
"It is a variant of the Ming Dynasty court dress, passed down from ancient Yi. She was once named the official official of Qin Tian Prison in the Ming Dynasty. She liked the official dress at that time, so she modified this dress.
Became the robes of the Supreme Mage."
"There is actually this history." Natasha said with some surprise: "I thought she had never dealt with mundane things."
"You know this is impossible. The mysticism in ancient China was very developed. Kama Taj has been noticed as soon as he appeared. In order to maintain the stability of this utopia, Ancient One has to come out and deal with the officials."
"But obviously she didn't adapt to the life in the court, so she never went back. Even so, she treasured the only souvenir dress left. It is a real antique."
Strange shook his sleeves, straightened his collar in the mirror, turned to look at Natasha and said, "Although I think like you do, the thing in Pepper's body cannot be called pathological at all.
tumor, but we do not rule out the possibility that traveling through the universe will have an impact on it, so you have to give Tony some time."
"It's really rare that you actually put in a good word for him."
Strange snorted coldly and said: "Of course I don't want to, but I am a practical person. You have to admit that if Tony Stark starts studying medicine because of Pepper's illness, then I am afraid that in the near future, human beings will
The level of medical care will take another big step forward."
"You are indeed a doctor." Natasha laughed and said, "Aren't you worried that you won't have surgery by then?"
"He created those medical devices and wants to replace me? Just wait another ten thousand years." Strange said angrily.
Natasha sighed and said: "Despite this, I still have to urge him. A Batman once told me that the traffic jam in this city is much stronger than the historical law. If we can't stop him within 20 minutes,
If we set off within the next few days, we will definitely be late.”
Natasha pressed for another ten minutes, and Stark finally finished. At this time, Nick came up and said, "Have you seen Loki? His brother just called me and said he couldn't be reached."
"He didn't come with us. He may have gone to Schiller. Don't worry about him. Let our people get in the car quickly, otherwise it will be too late."
Natasha, Coulson and other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were like sheepdogs, knocking on the door from floor to floor until everyone was driven out of the house and into the corridor, and then paired up and matched according to personnel.
Get on the bus in order.
It can only be said that Batman still has a very deep understanding of Gotham. Although the Gotham where Schiller is located has solved most of its problems and the new transportation network is also being planned and renovated, there is still a traffic jam at this point in time.
Still no solution.
Bored in the traffic jam, Natasha began to observe the cars outside the window. In addition to the obvious cars rented by out-of-town tourists, there were also many luxury cars rushing to the same place.
Obviously Schiller's grand dinner must have brought together celebrities in the city. The moment the cars passed each other one after another, Natasha discovered that most of the luxury cars in this group were occupied by gangsters.
They wore black suits and dresses, with family crests, badges and flowers of various colors on their chests. The shadows of the city's neon lights crossed the car window and illuminated the deepest darkness between their brows.
Even if they have heard about it before, now that they have seen it with their own eyes, everyone from Marvel is still surprised.
This city is like an orphan from the Prohibition period in the United States, representing the darkness hidden under the glorious surface of that era when America was full of gold.
Even Captain America, who came from that era, cannot say that he has often seen this kind of scene. New York is a combination of light and shadow, while Gotham is always iron gray.
When night fell, Natasha finally stepped onto the steps of the Rodriguez Manor, and she saw a short man standing at the main seat to welcome guests.
Black Widow adjusted her bright red hair one last time, gently pursed her dark and cold red lips, and walked quickly inside.
There were not many guests like her. Most ladies would hold the hand of their male companion and walk in. But Natasha deliberately avoided everyone and waited at the door for a while before walking in alone, so she stood out.
.
On the way to the greeter, Natasha counted silently in her mind, 16, 17, 18, until nearly 20 eyes fell on her. The result was not bad.
Black Widow's beauty is attractive enough, but it is by no means enough to make her the world's number one female agent. If there is anything that can make her become the focus of everyone in an instant, it is the dangerous temperament she exudes.
For men, an overly sharp temperament will make them less approachable, which is actually not an advantage in the social world. Most people still need to be approachable.
But for women, there are two ultimate rules of social attraction: either you look weak and lonely, or you look like you'll kill everyone in the room.
Natasha has always been the latter.
It is undeniable that the female agent has top-notch beauty. Her Slavic ancestry makes her facial features look more three-dimensional than those of East Coast Americans with Irish and Western European ancestry. Every turn is like a knife and an axe, visually possessing
Extremely strong impact.
Today she wore a low-cut pearlescent dark burgundy dress. The color was darker than her hair color and lip color, but the touch of red under the light seemed to reveal her painted skin inadvertently.
The blood and darkness behind it.
When Cobot's pupils reflected red, he was slightly startled, and then he couldn't help but sigh. During the years of working for Falcone, he had seen many beauties from Gotham's upper class, but
Those courtesans were more like daisies in the greenhouse. Today he saw real roses.
But Natasha's target was not him. She just gently placed the invitation on the table next to her, nodded to Cobot and entered the banquet.
Because of the traffic jam, they did not arrive early, they just arrived before the scheduled time. But overall, they were still considered early guests, and they were allowed to move freely in the front hall before the guests arrived.
The reception staff were obviously very professional. When Natasha asked to visit the kitchen and dining room, they readily agreed and gave Natasha directions.
Beauty does not play a role in this. At the banquet, before the banquet officially begins, the guests can choose a variety of pastimes. Many people like to visit the manor, and where they go can set the stage for what follows.
Communication provides different common topics.
The kitchen and dining room are good places. As an experienced agent, Natasha always believes that cooking is a kind of creation, and how a person creates his life can almost completely reflect the kind of person he is.
What Natasha wanted to know was still Schiller.
Although for her boss Nick, no amount of information about Schiller is too much, so Schiller is a long-term mission for Natasha, but she cannot say that she has no personal interest in doing so, especially in
After they both fell into the kingdom of death.
Natasha was so seriously injured at that time that her consciousness was blurred in the second half and she could not remember much. But she was very clear that in those tens of seconds, she saw Schiller's human skin.
The most real thing underneath.
Natasha was certain that that was the most real moment of Schiller's emotions that she had ever seen. Theoretically, this was impossible because Schiller was an autistic patient and most of his emotions were disguised.
Yes, but that kind of excitement is not fake.
Natasha's rich experience tells her that although there will be dangers in going deep into it, the rewards will be proportional to the efforts. No one can deny that jumping into a vortex called Schiller and truly hitting the bottom is an attractive enough job.
challenges.
Natasha came to the kitchen. The place was kept spotless and there were not many traces of activity left.
Natasha is a complete empiricist in terms of investigation, but her experience is too rich, so even without Batman's extraordinary observation and keen intuition, she can still see what's going on in this kitchen.
There are only raw materials that have been processed.
This is actually unusual, because the kitchen is used to process ingredients. If Schiller hadn't finished preparing the dishes here, where would he have been?
At this moment, Natasha caught a glimpse of the same bright red color from the corner of her eye. Standing outside the kitchen, she turned around and saw a red-haired girl standing on the porch looking at her, with the same hunger in her eyes.
To a bad wolf.
"Pamela Eisley."
"I've heard it before, Natasha Romanoff."
"Do you know me?" Pamela asked.
"I've heard your name." Natasha looked into Pamela's eyes and said, "From the mouth of a madman named Harley Quinn, she called you Xiaohong. It seems that you two are very close."
"Yes, that's true, but I have never heard of you, or you in other universes using other more famous code names."
"I don't have many code names. Most of them are misunderstandings of other people. I am also completely different from my peers in other universes. Please believe that if any rumors come to your ears, don't take them seriously."
Natasha's English speaking tone is very unique, and she still seems to follow the pronunciation of Russian. The stress always falls on unexpected parts, sometimes heavy, sometimes ethereal.
This made Pamela feel that she drank too early today, otherwise why would she feel dizzy?
"You appear here at this time, so you must have an extraordinary relationship with Dr. Schiller. Are you his student?" Natasha slowed down and asked with a smile.
"Yes, but we are not close." Pamela turned around and walked towards the garden with Natasha. She said: "I came here early for a review. Everything still has to start with the psychological treatment not long ago...
…”
Natasha listened to Pamela's brief summary, and then said: "This is a good thing, I think I should say congratulations, but I heard that Schiller, who is mainly responsible for the activities of your universe, is not a psychiatrist.
"
"Yes, he is not, but he occasionally does psychological counseling."
"What are the tariff levels?"
Pamela looked at Natasha who asked this question strangely. She shook her head and said, "Professors usually don't like to talk about money. I don't think anyone pays for it."
Natasha understood.
Either what she paid was not money, or she bit a bait.
Natasha looked at Pamela again. She was a beautiful and energetic young woman. It was obvious that she was interested in Schiller. Overall, she looked ordinary.
But if she was selected by Schiller, she must have something special about her. So is she a fish that will be served immediately, or is she bait prepared for a certain fish?
