The red-haired woman wearing a hood and a black mask seemed to have already forgotten the little episode just now.
She walked quickly on the snowy New York streets.
Every once in a while or after moving a few blocks.
A slender red-haired woman enters a store or clothing store.
When she appeared again, the clothes on her body and the shoes on her feet had changed.
The only thing that hasn't changed is the black mask that I always wear on my face.
An hour later, the red-haired woman crossed the Brooklyn Bridge alone.
Walked into an office building located on the edge of Brooklyn.
But the security guards who were standing inside the building doing security work didn't seem to notice her at all.
The red-haired woman quickly walked into an out-of-service elevator with a malfunction sign.
Then, without hesitation, he activated the full-body scanning system on the button panel.
"Fingerprint matching, DNA matching, child hole matching... Allowed to enter."
Katsa——
Accompanied by sudden vibrations and mechanical sounds, the elevator quickly descended deep underground.
The red-haired woman seemed to be completely relieved.
She gently took off the black mask covering her face, revealing a delicate face with fair skin and a hint of rosiness.
"This star really wants to retire"
Ding!
Soon after, the elevator gradually reached its underground terminal location.
The thick elevator doors slowly opened to both sides silently.
The red-haired woman took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator.
She quickly passed through a passage corridor filled with closed doors.
We arrived in front of an office with the SHIELD logo hanging on it.
The red-haired woman seemed to have no intention of knocking on the door.
She directly raised her hand and pushed open the door, entering the interior of the office.
At this moment, a strong smell of burning cigars suddenly came from the dimly lit room.
It also made the red-haired woman frown subconsciously.
"Director, why did you break the rules again... I think you will die from these things sooner or later."
The complaining red-haired woman unzipped her top without hesitation.
It also exposed the muscular body under the clothes and the graceful curves.
She stretched out two slender fingers and took out a folded piece of rough paper from the hood on her chest.
He casually sat down on the old sofa towards that person.
The cigar held in his mouth, the figure that was burning red and flickering in the darkness, was thrown over.
"This is a depiction of the specific appearance of the 'Blue Devil' by a survivor of a Mexican slum through extremely exquisite painting techniques..."
"I have to say that his painting skills are much higher than those of the sketch profilers in the Bureau. I even want to recruit him into SHIELD Academy."
Just as the red-haired woman spoke.
A thick dark-skinned palm accurately and powerfully caught the folded paper thrown casually by the other party.
Just under the light that flickered when the cigar was burning.
On top of the rough paper that gradually unfolded.
A blue metal giant vigorously wielding a huge green scythe was tearing apart everything in front of him.
At a glance, it is clearly and vividly presented to the observer's sight like a lifelike photo.
Even if it is just a painting with rough material, it still vaguely reveals an extremely cruel and bloody aura.
"Well, Natasha, you really didn't fool me... The person who drew this picture is indeed a genius. If you have the chance, send him to SHIELD Academy. I mean the new academy that was just established recently."
As wisps of cigar smoke linger.
A black bald head with a dull luster on its surface slowly straightened its back from the old sofa.
It's on that dark-skinned, weathered face.
The three very eye-catching scars and a black eyepatch above the left eye are almost unforgettable.
"Natasha, besides this, is there any other information worth paying attention to?"
Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., stared at the paper in his palm without raising his head.
With the burning cigar between his other two fingers, he continued to ask the red-haired woman.
"A name, or noun... was told to me by a little boy who was rescued by the so-called terrorists from the evil cultists..."
"...Astartes!"
The red-haired woman named Natasha seemed to have a fleeting sarcasm on her lips.
It's just that it's not against the terrorists who are the main culprits.
"Astartes? I've never heard of it."
"However, Natasha, never bring personal emotions into work. This is a fatal mistake... Evil believers are evil believers, and terrorists are terrorists. It cannot be just because one of them has done a good thing once.
He's a good man, and the bloody accounts of hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians buried with him are not something that can be easily wiped away."
Nick Fury slightly raised his chin with a thick beard.
With his one-eyed gaze fixed on Natasha, who had almost taken off all her clothes, he suddenly said in a helpless tone:
"Natasha, it's getting cold. Leave some clothes on yourself. You will thank me for this advice when you get older."
"Oh, that's so verbose!"
Natasha, who frowned slightly, walked to the locker in the corner of the office while swinging her well-curved body.
She casually pulled out a set of tight-fitting leather armor with a dark luster.
While putting on his equipment, he said without looking back:
"When I sent back the information, I had already met with Hydra agents at the border, and I heard that Leviathan's Zodiac had also sent three constellations from Europe...even after arriving
After New York, I also accidentally bumped into a big man on the road. Just by looking at his eyes, I knew he must be a murderer..."
"Fury, it's a troubled winter right now. It's already very difficult for us to deal with Hydra with our manpower, and with Leviathan's people coming to disrupt the situation... I'm afraid that more things will be involved by then.
Put SHIELD into an irreparable failure."
Listening to Natasha's constant chatter, which seemed to be to relieve her mood.
Nick Fury, who was silent for a moment, suddenly spoke:
"I think it's time to tell Rogers some truth about SHIELD and Hydra."
"He has been sleeping for more than seventy years, and unexpectedly came to an era that did not belong to him. There must be countless anger in his heart that he needs to take the opportunity to vent."
"Now, we have countless enemies defeated by the captain."
