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But you are the ones who want to get close to me, the enemy will not move, I will not move, Mrs. Ye will not give the widow a chance to turn against the customer, he pretends not to see it, and the old god is waiting for the elevator to land on the first floor.

Ding!

When the first floor arrived, the elevator door slowly opened.

wow~

Sure enough, an accident happened. The widow seemed to be too impatient. When she walked out of the elevator door, the document in her hand hit the elevator door and spilled all over the floor.

She quickly squatted down to pick it up, and bumped into Mrs. Ye from behind as if unintentionally.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Golden Man."

The widow turned around with a wry smile and apologized to Mrs. Ye.

Where were you looking just now, thinking I didn't see it in the elevator's mirror?

Since you never strike up a conversation with me, then I will take the initiative.

But what made the widow a little confused was that Mrs. Ye, who was supposed to say "it's okay" with a smile, and then buried her head in helping her pick up the scattered documents, changed her image in front of the screen and said with disgust: "I'm dizzy!" Butt, don't point your butt at me."

After finishing speaking, he stepped on the documents on the ground with a bad attitude and walked away.

The widow sister was left at the elevator door with a half-bent waist and a stiff expression, alone and messy.

139. You are an objective existence

SHIELD.

Trident Building.

Inside the Director's Office.

Non-Chief Nick Fury was listening to Agent Hill's report as if he had gained something.

Besides Agent Hill, Black Widow Natasha also stood quietly at the desk.

"Is there still no information about his identity at all?"

Suddenly, Fiafury asked.

Agent Hill shook his head and said: "Even his name, Mrs. Ye, these two Chinese-pronounced words are all known from him. We don't know that his real names are Mrs. Li and Mrs. Wang." , or Justin Bieber, or Cristiano.

All the information about his identity has not been found. He seems to have suddenly appeared in Manhattan. Even before the appearance of hatred, no surveillance camera in the United States has photographed his appearance.

On a global scale, there is no one whose facial information is exactly the same as his. Director, we may consider that he is a mutant who has the superpower of transforming into a golden man and also has the ability to change his appearance. "

Fury fell into deep thought, and asked again: "This possibility is not ruled out, but it is not the only possibility...Did the mage ask?"

Agent Hill smiled wryly: "I asked, but they are still unwilling to communicate with us as always, and we know very little about them, but they still answered. They don't know this person, let alone theirs."

Fury stopped asking Agent Hill, and instead asked the silent Black Widow: "Natasha, what about the group of people you were in charge of contacting him? Didn't you get any information out?"

The widow shook her head and said: "This person is very mysterious, and it's hard to figure out what his true character and purpose are. He is an out-and-out superhero in front of the screen, but according to my contact with him, his Personality is extremely bad and indifferent.

Not just me, but other agents who came into contact with him can ask him for his name at most, and if he is lucky, he can even sign his name, but he never communicates with people in depth. "

Fury frowned, and said: "Never communicate with people in depth? Don't you have a superficial friend? Then how could he contact the New York Times?"

The widow replied: "On the night when the hatred appeared, he took the initiative to find a New York Times trainee reporter Matthews, but I got in touch with that little fat man, and he also didn't know Mrs. Ye. Even after the interview, Mrs. Ye Don't answer his calls anymore."

Fury nodded, thought for a while, and said: "Know his range of activities, don't let this mysterious person with extraordinary abilities out of our sight, maybe you can consider communicating with him directly in the name of the official."

The widow was silent for a while, and said: "I feel that he may have known that we were spying on him, but he didn't show too much resistance. As for the scope of his actions, he has never been out of Manhattan. At this moment..."

Speaking, the widow looked at the phone, then raised her head and said: "At this moment, he is just like usual, sitting in a corner of a coffee shop in the black area, reading a newspaper."

"It's so relaxing..."

Fury shook his head with a chuckle, and said: "Then call the negotiators, let's organize a formal exchange with him in an official name."

But the widow said: "Director, wait a little longer."

"kindness?"

Fury raised his head and looked at Black Widow, wondering what this god-level agent meant.

The widow thought for a while, and said: "I now feel that he may have known my identity from the very beginning when he saw me, so he can behave so badly. Give me another chance to communicate with him alone. My feeling is that I don’t like to be passive, but I like to take the initiative in communication, so I tried the anti-customer contact method at first, which may have aroused his resentment, this time I tried to go to him directly.”

"can."

For the judgment of an agent of the level of the Black Widow, Fury usually would not have any doubts, so he easily nodded in agreement.

He continued: "But what is your identity this time? An agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., or the manager's secretary of the Times Building?"

Natasha smiled and said, "The identity of a SHIELD agent is too official."

……

Manhattan.

A small black community.

In a coffee shop called "Bareck".

Mrs. Ye sat in the corner, ordered a charcoal-roasted coffee and a Black Forest dessert, and quietly flipped through today's New York Times.

The warm sunshine shone into the ancient coffee shop, and a kind of faint yellow hit half of Mrs. Ye's face, which was very leisurely and comfortable.

Just like the old man next door who entered the old life ahead of time, in the clear air and sunny afternoon, sitting in the corner of an antique coffee shop, watching the New York Times, sometimes looking out the window in the basketball court, sweating Black coals.

"Hello, can I sit here?"

Suddenly, a magnetic female voice sounded.

Mrs. Ye raised her head and glanced at Natasha, who was wearing a small lady's suit, with wine red wavy hair, a protruding figure and a smile on her face.

He continued to look down at the newspaper and said, "What will happen to you if I say no?"

The widow smiled and sat opposite him, and said: "If you say no, I will come to you in another capacity."

Mrs. Ye knew what she meant, didn't it mean that if she couldn't strike up a conversation, she could only communicate with herself as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. with a group of younger brothers.

Mrs. Ye didn't speak, she still looked at today's newspaper and searched for words like "Iron Man", "Golden Man" and "Hulk" from it.

"Ma'am, what would you like to drink?"

At this time, a little black girl dressed as a waiter stepped forward and asked.