Norman's every move was under Alice's surveillance, so when Coulson knocked on Norman's bamboo pole, Victor also watched it.

He can understand that the price is 100% instructed by the braised egg.

But.

After seeing the "intelligence" about himself, Victor still had to sigh: "I didn't expect you to be such a Coulson." ”

Let's take a look at the so-called "intelligence".

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Name: Victor Chen;

Gender: Male (tentative);

Hobbies: Male;

Age: Unknown;

Birthplace: Unknown;

Capabilities: Insufficient permissions;

Comments: Appeared in the Los Angeles Airport waiting area on 2008.05.12, and his previous history was all false and fabricated, suspected to be a member of a special organization, an extremely dangerous person, and possessed supernatural abilities.

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Maybe it's because of his conscience, Coulson also revealed an extra sentence.

They had been spying on Victor before, but lost sight of each other shortly after arriving in New York, so it was likely that they were coming for Norman.

emmm...... Norman was probably wronged and slaughtered.

After all, the deadline is approaching.

But.

Victor just wanted to know, what the hell is this "male (tentative)"?

And also.

What's going on with this "hobby: male"?

Although this handsome guy is handsome, if he doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, then I can't be suspected that I am a woman dressed as a man!!

This handsome guy is a pure man, hey!

I don't believe you let Natasha come...... Forget it, let's change it to Hill.

Natasha in this world really can't do it, and Banner, who is used to it, can accept it.

This Qiu Victor wrote it down, and he will find S.H.I.E.L.D. in the future.

His immediate priority now was to avoid the search - Hell's Kitchen would be a good place to hide.

Hell's Kitchen, officially known as Clinton, is also commonly known as Midtown West.

Like the dark side of Las Vegas, Hell's Kitchen is the dark side of Manhattan Island, a world-famous slum known for its messy and outdated living conditions, high levels of ethnic conflict, and high crime rates.

Hiding in this can screen out at least seventy percent of the people.

The remaining 30% are the most difficult to deal with, because they are old fritters in Hell's Kitchen, forcing Victor to buy a merchandise to deal with it.

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Product Name: "Transformation Scroll":

Product Category:【Magic】

Product fit: [74%];

From the plane: "The Lord of the Rings";

Rating: [F-];

The price of the product: F-level certificate×1, plane point ×5;

Function description: Imagine the appearance that needs to be changed, tear the scroll to take effect, and last for 24 hours;

Slogan: Women's clothing or something, go directly to wei;

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Victor now doesn't talk about his appearance, even the body type, height, and race have been changed - if it weren't for the rejection of women's clothing, he could have changed his gender.

In a café.

Victor was too leisurely in the sun, and a group of hurried people patrolled outside the store, glancing at Victor as they passed, their eyes widening.

Occasionally, there would be hand-held portraits to ask, and Victor was very cooperative and looked at it carefully, only to say that he had not seen it.

I haven't even drawn one percent of my handsomeness in this portrait, and of course I've never seen it.

This kind of dramatic scene, Victor watched with relish.

The only downside is that there are no high-end cafes here.

Also.

After all, it's a slum, and coffee is mainly used for refreshment, and few people will taste this thing seriously.

Time passed quietly, and it was night.

The café is closing.

Victor had to leave the best viewing location, don't think about the star hotel, find a clean hotel nearby, don't check your ID card, and you can stay with money.

Didn't go to bed.

In this kind of small hotel, the hygienic situation can be imagined, just sit on a chair and rest.

Choosing a hostel is a must.

Hell's Kitchen at night, only appears on the streets, even the police will be targeted by addicts, and the robbery is all good, for fear of running into a corner......

this night.

Victor sat in his chair and stayed up all night.

It's not that he doesn't want to sleep, he can barely sleep while sitting.

Instead, every half hour, people would come and knock violently on the door, and they would walk in with tattoos all over their bodies, carry guns, and walk around the house before leaving.

Wave after wave.

He couldn't sleep with him, and half of the people in New York, who stayed up all night searching through the area, also looking for Victor.

This made many unsuspecting civilians also a little sleepless, not knowing what was going on.

If you want to say that the most tormented, it has to be Norman.

He was so excited, but he couldn't even touch the corner of Victor's clothes, which made him realize that the other party's origin was not simple.

Migration over time.

Norman no longer had the luxury of catching Victor, and he sat down at his desk, hoping that the desk would once again light up with that neutral face.

From Alice's words, it is understood that after Norman has done the product slicing, he should contact him to discuss the conditions.

But until nightfall, there was not even a word of warning.

Worry kept him awake at night.

He began to worry if he had angered Victor.

Worried if Victor won't contact him anymore?

Worried about whether he has snuffed out the last shred of life with his own hands?

In this torment, the rising sun will eventually expel the darkness.

At the same time.

The table in front of Norman lit up again, and the long-awaited neutral face appeared, and the sleepy Norman was shaken, his heart was extremely excited, but his face was impassive.

Fortunately, it seems that he has what the other party wants, and he has bargaining chips.

Norman was about to open his mouth to test the bottom line, and Alice spoke first.

"Time is for you, since you didn't find us, now the sovereignty is in our hands.

Another mail sent by the mail, I believe it has already reached you, that parchment scroll is called "The Pact of the Scales", with your name written on your blood, and will conclude a soul contract, and the weak will always be enslaved by the strong.

Sign your name and you'll get what you want.

You have 6 hours to consider whether to sign the contract, and when the time is over, we will wait for you to sign the contract with your son after you die. ”

As last time, Alice said this, and the screen dimmed again.

Norman, who had not slept all night, paused in his languishing thoughts before he cleared up Alice's words just now.

Surrender or die?

Anger filled Norman's brain, and he stood up in anger, trying to roar and curse the most vicious words, but his weak body finally couldn't hold it anymore after a night of attrition.

It was dark, and Norman slumped back into his seat.