"You saved me?" Tim said the only possibility he could think of.
"Ah... yes, we saved you." Natasha paused and nodded, and Tim narrowed his eyes.
"From whose hand?"
"From...Nine...uh...Federal...um...KGB? Yes...KGB! You were almost kidnapped by that Russian guy!" Natasha nodded vigorously.
"What about others?"
"Run away."
"Didn't you pursue me?"
"Well, we think your safety is more important." Natasha said: "You are an important person that Nick asked us to keep an eye on. Nothing can be greater than your safety, that's it."
Natasha left quickly. Tim was not actually injured. It was just that the anesthetic in his body needed to be metabolized. After lying on the bed for a while, he felt much better. At least his head was no longer so dizzy, and his hands and feet were no longer numb.
Numb.
So when the nurse wasn't paying attention, he got out of bed and started walking around the ward. As soon as Tim turned his head, he saw the medical record sheet placed by his bedside.
Most hospitals in the world will write the patient's basic information on the patient's bedside, such as name, admission time and symptoms. Generally speaking, it is handwritten and does not use the scrawled doctor font.
I will write it as clearly as possible.
Tim originally just glanced at it casually, but when he saw that line of words, he couldn't sit still.
Where did this come from? Is this still English?!
It can't be said that the handwriting on the medical case sheet beside his bed is not in Latin letters, that is, there are a few consecutive strokes, and there are a few more circles, and it is a little sloppy... Shit! Isn't this fucking Russian?
?!
Tim took the medical record over and looked at it carefully. The words written on it were actually in English, Russian handwriting.
He suddenly had a bad premonition, but he comforted himself that it might have been written by Natasha. This Soviet female agent had been here for so many years and she still hadn't changed her handwriting. It was so disrespectful!
"What are you doing?!" A rough voice sounded near the door.
Tim turned his head in confusion because he didn't understand what the other person was saying.
The other party seemed to be speaking in English, but it didn't seem to be English. The British people could understand it but were not familiar with it. The German people were familiar with it but couldn't understand it. Tim, who was proficient in both English and German, couldn't understand it and was unfamiliar with it.
The head nurse wearing a nurse uniform with the SHIELD logo rushed in, took the medical record from Tim's hand and clamped it back, scolding Tim: "Don't touch things! There are so many things here.
This is not your school infirmary, if you do this again I will kick you out!"
"Stop!" Tim interrupted the head nurse and asked her: "Are you German?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" the head nurse said confidently.
"But SHIELD isn't..."
"SHIELD is an international organization." The head nurse said, "It is responsible for supernatural affairs all over the world. Is it strange that there are Germans?"
Tim couldn't refute it. He had found it on the Internet before. SHIELD was indeed directly responsible to the United Nations Security Council, but it was headquartered in the United States. It received the most funding from the United States, but in fact it was also a source of food, so
It is not very strange to say that there was a German head nurse.
Tim convinced himself...it only took a few minutes. He told the head nurse that he wanted to go out for some air, and then he discovered that the only accent in the entire medical department was Russian and German.
What's going on, am I, an old American, now a foreigner?
Tim was a little confused. Not only did Russia and Germany have hospitals, but did they have to hire doctors and nurses from these two countries?
His question did not last long, but the way to solve the question was not to answer the question, but to have a bigger question.
Not long after he wandered outside, Natasha sent someone to take him to the Ministry of Affairs building. Nick said he wanted to see him.
Tim swore that he had not heard a word of English along the way. The English these agents used to communicate was not English with a foreign accent at all, but simply a foreign language, part German, part Russian, and part German-flavored Russian.
, part Russian-flavored German.
This made Tim's head buzz.
He couldn't help but ask Natasha, "Have you, the cosmic mustache, conquered the world? Have you all come to the United States?"
"No, except for the disintegration of the Soviet Union, our history here is the same as yours." Natasha shook her head and seemed to be confused as to why he had such a question.
"Then why is SHIELD's official language German?!"
"It's not German. Aren't there people who speak Russian here?"
"Isn't the Russian language even more outrageous?!" Tim roared: "I thought I woke up in Moscow!!!"
"You are simply illiterate. Germany has never reached Moscow. You can't hear so much German in Moscow!"
“Is this the point?!!”
Natasha waved her hand and said impatiently: "Language is just a tool for communication. Which language is different? Isn't it enough if you can understand it? People like to learn Russian and German. Can you care?
"
Tim almost choked to death from her.
The two of them soon arrived at Nick's office. Nick seemed to be sorting out his collection of eye patches. When he saw Tim coming, he stood up and shook hands with Tim.
"I've heard of you, Mr. Drake, how are you doing lately?"
"Not good." Tim bared his teeth and said, "The chaos in your universe is outrageous. I don't even know what is normal."
"You'll get used to it," Nick said.
Tim choked again. He thought to himself, as the boss of this world's supernatural organization, shouldn't you explain it to me? What does it mean to get used to it? Can this be something you can get used to?
"I came to you. Actually, I have one thing to ask of you." Nick put down the things in his hands, crossed his fingers on the table and said, "I know you followed Schiller to Los Angeles before, and I hope you can help me.
Get something."
Tim heard the implication, so he sat across from him and asked: "What is it?"
"I will tell you only if you promise me."
"I don't understand, you have so many agents, why do you want to come to me?"
"Do I have a lot of agents?"
"Of course, those outside are not all...don't tell me, they are not actually your agents."
"They are, but do you know what month it is?"
"Uh, it's almost November, what's wrong?"
"Yes, it's almost November, which means it's almost the end of the year."
"……so what?"
"The agents have to write year-end reports."
"If you need to employ people, then avoid reporting them."
"But their reports are not for me."
"ah???"
Tim then translated in his mind the series of German and Russian words he had just heard, and found that the group of agents had gathered together to discuss the year-end report.
One of them said: "Do you still remember the case in Tennessee? It should have been Vincent in your group who blew up the base, right? Is it okay for me to write like this? Or should I blame it on the Ten Rings Gang?"
"Don't write about Vincent. He has been transferred back to the headquarters and is now my boss. If you want to say that he was exposed two months ago when he was still in Tennessee, I think you can write about Angel under Garner. He recently jumped to Moscow.
Already..."
"What about you? Didn't you go with him?"
"I was going back to Moscow, and my brother went back to Berlin. My brother's boss hasn't paid him wages for three months. Maybe we will meet in Moscow this year..."
"This year has been so bad. Our boss made me die more than 60 times before I was given half of last year's salary. By the way, have you heard that China is recruiting people? The wages they offer are quite high!"
"Stop making trouble, we are all white. It doesn't matter if we go back to Berlin, Moscow, Los Angeles or Washington, but there are yellow people over there. If you go there, you will reveal your secret..."
The amount of information in this paragraph is so large that it directly burns Tim's CPU.
"Tim...Tim?! Timothy!!"
Tim woke up suddenly and said in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Nick made a gesture and said: "The most I can give you is this number. Don't think it's too little. The business hasn't been very good recently. I've sent all the extra manpower back to Berlin. This is because you are a relative's child."
…”
Tim didn't notice what gesture he made, he just asked again: "I can work for you, but you have to tell me what's going on."
"What's going on?"
"What the hell is going on with this damn universe, this damn earth, and these damn organizations!!!" Tim shouted in a broken voice.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The three people in the office turned their heads at the same time. Nick said: "Please come in!"
A tall man came in holding a folder.
Tim suddenly stood up.
This is the agent who kidnapped him!!!
The man was obviously stunned when he saw Tim, but his eyes went beyond Tim and fell on Nick. He took a few steps forward with the folder and smiled sheepishly.
"Boss, this is this year's year-end report. I think I should write one for you, for the sake of the year-end bonus."
Nick took it and took a look at it and said, "I knew hiring you was the right decision. Your professionalism is admirable, but you didn't just come to me to tell me this, right?"
"Yes, I just want to say sorry to you. Moscow has arranged other work for me, and I will have to leave for Europe in February next year..."
Before Nick could say anything, Tim asked first: "Moscow? Why haven't I heard that SHIELD has a headquarters in Moscow?"
The man was stunned again, and then said: "SHIELD has no headquarters in Moscow, there is only the Russian National Security Agency in Moscow."
Tim was also stunned, and the two of them stared at each other for dozens of seconds.
"So you are a Russian spy???"
"That's an awful thing to say," the man said.
Just when Tim thought he was going to defend himself, the man said to himself: "First of all, I am a spy sent by the FBI to SHIELD, and then I am a Hydra spy recruited by the FBI. Secondly, I
I am a spy sent by Moscow to Hydra, and I will soon become a spy sent by Moscow to Hydra, sent by the FBI to S.H.I.E.L.D., and then transferred by S.H.I.E.L.D. to work at Hydra headquarters.
"
Tim's CPU burned again.
"So you are a four-sided... uh, five-sided, five-sided spy?!"
"That's not how it works." The man waved his hand and said, "Have you ever played Lianliankan? The undercover agent in Hydra is the same as the undercover agent in SHIELD, so the two of them disappeared, and the undercover agent under the orders of the KGB is in SHIELD.
There is no difference between being in SHIELD and being in the KGB, so those two are gone, and the only ones that are effective are the FBI and HYDRA, so I'm actually just a double agent."
Tim's head was a little smoky.
The man showed an expression like "Why are you so stupid?" and then seemed impatient to continue the discussion with him. Instead, he said: "Boss, this time Moscow sent me back to be an undercover Hydra. Do you want me to report it?"
Give it to the FBI and ask them to give me the same assignment so I can get another paycheck."
"That's no problem, but don't forget to 'pay taxes'."
"Don't worry, I have to ask the comrades in the information technology department to help me identify myself..."
"It's easy to say, 20% latent tax and 5% information modification fee. Everyone is in a recession recently, so I won't ask for more."