"You still smell of blood. Even though you have changed your clothes, I can smell it." She came closer and her hot breath touched Salomon's ears. "Don't forget, I am the best."
Agent."
Even though Salomon had changed into a spotless suit and put on a scarlet rose tie with a black background, she could still smell the smell of gunpowder smoke clinging to his skin. There were also dried blood stains remaining in the knuckles.
It was just some small brown fragments, which were also discovered by her subconscious investigation. She would never recognize them as rust or anything like that. She was quite familiar with blood. Romanov easily came to the conclusion,
Although this conclusion was not supported by strong evidence, she knew she was right
"You really opened my eyes. Although I was mentally prepared, I underestimated the limits of mortals."
The mystic mage nodded with satisfaction.
Agent Romanoff's intelligence-gathering ability exceeded his expectations. Even if the SHIELD intelligence network was burned down, she could still find the information she wanted through her own means. This skill and thinking model are timeless and priceless.
It is worth learning from all intelligence workers. The watch presented by Romanov was placed in front of him, while the earrings presented by Salomon were already hung on Natasha's ears, and they seemed to match her dress very well.
"This time you won. The winner usually gets the spoils. What do you want by showing this information, Natalia Romanova?"
Natasha raised her head proudly and stood up with a smile on her face. She twisted up her expensive handbag and walked down the stairs of the jewelry store without looking back. The color change of her etheric body was very strange, which made the secret
The mage couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with Agent Romanoff's split mind.
"You are too direct, Mr. Pendragon." The manager said slowly, "I will package the jewelry you need and send it over later. In addition, I suggest you put on this watch before trying to save the situation.
This way the effect will be better.”
Salomon glanced at him.
"If you want to completely solve the problem, I suggest you order a diamond ring. Like the earrings you ordered through text messages before, they all belong to Tiffany's legendary jewelry designer Elsa Peretti's platinum and diamond series. It has a simple shape and is suitable for daily wear. No
Are you satisfied? Then I recommend you the blue book series of high-end jewelry, suitable for important occasions such as dinner parties. If you need to propose...but I still have to advise you." The manager raised his eyebrows and showed him his left hand, "
Proposal can temporarily solve the problem, but you have to bear the long pain later."
The mystic mage looked at the manager in surprise, "Why do you talk so much today?"
"Because you are our honored guest, Mr. Pendragon."
“Isn’t it because women spend money on jewelry?”
"This is one of the reasons. After the economic crisis, we rarely see customers like you again." The manager smiled shyly, "The more female companions you have, the higher Tiffany's sales will be, and I am responsible for it.
Solve your shopping needs...My son needs tuition, and private school tuition is not cheap."
"You took more money out of my pocket than a woman takes out, and you are a man." Salomon rolled his eyes and signed a few checks, "I'm in a hurry, you know where to send it.
,but……"
"Of course, of course, two different addresses." The manager made a zipper motion on his face, "I'm pretty good at keeping secrets, you can definitely trust me. The ring you need now will be delivered soon.
, I promise it won’t waste much time... What? You don’t need a ring? Don’t you plan to propose?”
"As you said, I will not make a decision that I will regret for the rest of my life."
Salomon got up, left the table, and walked down the stairs.
Natasha Romanoff appeared quietly behind him. Even though she was wearing four-inch high heels, her movements were still as graceful as a heron. Fifth Avenue in the center of Manhattan was still busy near sunset, with people on both sides of the main road.
The shops light up their windows. Just as the winter solstice is approaching, the orange-red sunlight remains on the tops of high-rise buildings on both sides of the street. In a few days, the "hanging sun" phenomenon across the island will arrive, and the entire street will be covered with thin clouds.
The sunset behind was dyed red.
"Just a few hours ago, there was an explosion at Pim Technology. Strangely, the explosion did not cause much chaos. The local police discovered the unusual behavior of the local gang while maintaining order." She picked up the item.
The handbag shook to prove to the mystic that he did not carry a recording device. "They are all dead. The autopsy report shows that there are many wounds caused by cold weapons, and there are also some large-caliber warheads that are very consistent with those used by the artificial humans you made.
Weapons. What do you have to say, big boy, why do you do this? I don’t want you to have another conflict with Stark."
"Because it's necessary."
"Where's the sense of guilt?" She looked at Salomon as if she were looking at a stranger, her eyes sparkling in the afterglow. Violet and bergamot were full of mature charm, and the top notes of the wild and charming fragrance made the secret mage unable to bear it.
Stay and smell it.
"The only one, quite rare perfume."
The female spy smiled and said, "You can actually smell it! But don't even think about changing the subject."
"Okay, then I'll answer your question." They moved forward slowly, turned a corner, passed St. Patrick's Cathedral, and walked toward Madison Avenue. Walking under the sunset is a very good idea.
, everything slowed down, giving them more time to communicate. She listened carefully to every word Salomon said, not missing a single word.
"I can only assure you that those who should not have died are alive and well. From now on, the crime rate in that city will also decrease until gun dealers fill the market again." Salomon finally assured.
, while not forgetting to ridicule the so-called "free world".
"I don't think you care about the lives of some gangsters. Rather than holding me accountable, shouldn't you be more concerned about the black market in firearms or the Second Amendment?"
"I think this is a good suggestion, but why did you bring me to the Lotte New York Palace Hotel?"
"I rented a room there for a long time, and that room belongs to you. It has a private bathroom, a minibar, and a big bed. We can see the skyline from there." Before arriving at the hotel, Salomon remained silent.
There was silence. He didn't speak again until he was in the elevator. "I executed many people with my own hands, Natasha." He said, "In order to suppress the chaos in the shortest time, I had to completely confiscate the firearms in several blocks.
Some people just didn't understand the situation and wanted to protect themselves, but I still hurt them - probably broken bones, arthritis, and concussions. The guilt was still there, but I had no choice, and letting it go would only lead to more
People get hurt."
"Are you trying to atone for the bombing?"
"You could say that, ma'am."
"You call me 'ma'am' again now?" the female spy raised her eyebrows, "We haven't even entered the room yet, you ruthless man! What are you going to call me next, madam? You must remind me.
Is it an age issue?”
"I haven't said anything yet!"
"I'll tell you first, this is a woman's privilege, a man who talks a lot but doesn't mean what he means!"