African-American Nick Fury was listening to Agent Hill's report with a sense of gain.
In addition to Agent Hill, Black Widow Natasha was also standing quietly in front of the desk.
"Still don't have any identifying information about him?"
Suddenly, African Emirate Fury asked.
Agent Hill shook his head and said: "Even his name, Mrs. Ye, these two words pronounced in Chinese, are all known from his mouth. We don't know that his real names are Mrs. Li and Mrs. Wang.
, or Justin Bieber, or Cristiano.
No identity information about him has been found. He seemed to suddenly appear in Manhattan. Even before Abomination appeared, no surveillance camera in the United States had ever captured his appearance.
There is no one with exactly the same facial information as him in the world. Director, we may consider that he is a mutant who has the superpower to transform into a golden man and also has the ability to change his appearance."
Fury fell into deep thought and asked again: "I don't rule out this possibility, but it's not the only possibility...Did the mage ask?"
Agent Hill smiled bitterly and said: "We asked, but they were as unwilling to communicate with us as ever. We also know very little about them, but they still answered. They don't know this person, let alone one of theirs."
Fury stopped questioning Agent Hill and turned to the silent Black Widow: "Natasha, where are the people you were responsible for contacting him? Didn't you get out any information at all?"
The widowed sister shook her head and said: "This person is very mysterious. It is difficult to figure out his true character and purpose. He is an out-and-out super hero in front of the screen, but according to my contact with him, his
Extremely bad and indifferent personality.
Not just me, other agents who were photographed to come into contact with him could at most ask his name from his mouth, and if they were lucky, they could even get his autograph signed, but he never communicated in depth with anyone."
Fury frowned and said: "You never communicate with people in depth? Don't you have any superficial friends? Then how did he get in touch with the New York Times?"
The widowed sister replied: "On the night when Hatred appeared, he took the initiative to find Matthews, a New York Times intern reporter. But when I contacted that little fat guy, he didn't understand Mrs. Ye either. Even after the interview, Mrs. Ye
I don’t answer his calls anymore.”
Fury nodded, thought for a while, and said: "Understand the scope of his activities and don't let this mysterious person with extraordinary abilities escape our sight. Maybe we can consider communicating with him directly in an official name."
The widowed sister was silent for a while and said: "It gives me the feeling 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 gone outside Manhattan. At this moment..."
As she said that, the widowed sister looked at her phone, then raised her head and said, "At this moment, he is sitting in the corner of a coffee shop in the black area, reading a newspaper, as usual."
"It's really leisurely..."
Fury chuckled, shook his head, and said, "Then call in the negotiation experts and let's organize a formal exchange with him in an official name."
But the widowed sister said: "Director, please wait a little longer."
"kindness?"
Fury raised his head and looked at Black Widow, wondering what this god-level agent meant.
The widowed sister thought for a while and said: "I now feel that he may have known my identity from the first time he met me, so he could behave so badly. Give me another chance to communicate with him alone. He will
My feeling is that I don’t like to be passive, but I like to take the initiative in communication, so I tried a customer-oriented approach at first, which may have aroused his resentment. This time I tried to go to him directly.”
"Can."
Fury usually had no doubts about the judgment of an agent of Black Widow's level, so he easily nodded in agreement.
He continued: "But in what capacity are you this time? A SHIELD agent, or the manager's secretary of Times Tower?"
Natasha smiled and said, "The identity of a SHIELD agent is too official."
…
Manhattan.
A small area where black people gather.
In a cafe called "Barek".
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 faint yellow color hit half of Ye Tai's face, making it particularly leisurely and comfortable.
Just like the man next door who has entered old age ahead of schedule, he sits in the corner of an antique coffee shop on a clear and sunny afternoon, reading the New York Times, and sometimes looking out the window at the sweaty basketball court.
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, had burgundy wavy hair, a curvy figure, and a smile on her face.
He continued to look down at the newspaper and said, "What will happen if I say no?"
The widowed sister smiled and sat opposite him and said, "If you say no, I will come to you with another identity."
Mrs. Ye knew what she meant, wasn't it that if she couldn't strike up a conversation, she would have no choice but to communicate with her as a SHIELD agent and bring a bunch of subordinates with her.
Mrs. Ye didn't say anything. She was still looking at today's newspaper, searching for words like "Iron Man", "Golden Man", and "Hulk".
"Madam, what would you like to drink?"
At this time, a young black girl dressed as a waiter came forward and asked.
The widowed sister smiled, looked at Mrs. Ye, and said, "Ask this gentleman, he treats you."
Seeing the waiter looking over, Mrs. Ye put the newspaper in her hand on the table, looked at the menu, raised her head and said, "Let's have a piece of Tieguanyin tea and a matcha-flavored donut."
"OK, just a second."
The waiter made a note of it, then turned and left.
Mrs. Ye looked at the widowed sister.
The widowed sister looked at Mrs. Ye.
"The first two times I met you, you were not so gentlemanly." The widowed sister smiled.
"I was only semi-forced to buy you a cup of tea, why did you call me a gentleman?" Mrs. Ye said in surprise.
"..."
The widowed sister is speechless. When did the word gentleman turn into a curse word?
Finally, she put her hands on the glass table, looked at Mrs. Ye with interest, tilted her head, and said, "You are very interesting, but why don't you want to see me so much?"
Mrs. Ye thought for a while and said: "While I am chatting with you, sturgeons in Alaska are jumping out of the water, seagulls on the other side of the Atlantic are paddling along the coastline, Victoria Falls is spraying mist, and I can even lie down in East Africa right now.
The prairie looks up at the stars, but I sit here chatting with you, do you know why?"
The widowed sister frowned and thought for a while, looked at Mrs. Ye, and slowly shook her head.
Ye Taibin explained calmly: "Because in my opinion, you are much more interesting than these things. You are also the only person sitting opposite me these days who makes me willing to put down the newspaper and say a few words. So where are you looking?"
I don’t want to see you anymore? Is this answer enough?”
"Chi~"
The widowed sister couldn't help laughing, shook her head and said, "But your attitude towards me was so bad the last two times, which seems to be somewhat contradictory to what you are saying now."
Ye Tai closed the newspaper in front of him, a little confused: "This has something to do with the laws of the universe and some philosophical logic. It's hard for me to explain it to you at the moment."
The widowed sister looked at him quietly and said, "Just say it, I think I should be able to understand."
Mrs. Ye thought for a while and said: "Okay, I can tell you that when I finished these words, a star countless light years away was decaying, and at the same time, a butterfly in Australia was flapping its wings.
, you can also understand that if the butterfly does not flap its wings, the star will not decay. Do you understand what I say?"
The widowed sister frowned deeply, and then said tentatively: "You mean if you had a different attitude towards me earlier, maybe we wouldn't be sitting here, chatting calmly, and even wanting to understand each other deeply.
For a moment, what kind of person is the other person?"
Ye Tai nodded calmly and said, "You can understand it this way."
The widowed sister took the Tieguanyin brought by the waiter, took a sip, and said: "But last time I met you, you still treated me as if I didn't exist. If you had talked to me at that time, perhaps the relationship between us would have gone a step further.
"
Mrs. Ye smiled and said: "In terms of physics and philosophy, you exist objectively. If I think you don't exist, you don't exist. If I thought you existed at that time, you might not exist now. You are discussing with me.
Existence and non-existence are the non-existence at that time, which caused your current existence, so your non-existence is your existence, do you understand? I don’t know what to do if I don’t understand.”
It's really almost out of the question.
In fact, Mrs. Ye didn’t quite understand what she was talking about.
All these subsequent topics are completely made up by the widowed sister.
He just felt that after being indifferent to SHIELD for a few days, he could almost communicate with them on a more customer-oriented basis.
So instead of chasing people away and asking the widowed sister to leave, she sat down and tried to start a chat.
But it seems that the widowed sister is not here as a SHIELD agent, but is still trying to talk to herself about everyday things, trying to make herself put down her guard first so that she can talk to her.
In this case, I will stun you first and then we will see who traps whom.