In an open field in the woods near St. Edward, a very sci-fi flying machine is parked. It is the legendary Kun-style flying machine of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Before boarding the Kun-style flying machine, Natasha looked at the long knife on Chang Wei's shoulder, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Your... Weapons? ”

Chang Wei didn't speak.

"Well, that's a stupid question." Natasha shrugged and turned to board.

Chang Wei followed.

There is only one pilot on board the aircraft. plus Chang Wei and Natasha, there are only three of them. After a few moments, Chang Wei only felt a slight vibration, and the aircraft rose into the air, cut through the clouds, and galloped away.

Natasha gave Chang Wei a stack of materials and told him the specific execution process of this mission.

"We'll be in Paris by half past six in the morning." In front of her was a tablet, marked with many red dots on the screen, and said, "Your first destination is here." ”

Her slender fingers pressed against a flickering red dot: "Mars Grand Theater." There will be a big cocktail party here today. The Swedish nuclear physicist would attend the reception. Your first target is him. Quietly catch him and get him here by twelve o'clock at noon. ”

She pointed to another red dot and asked Chang Wei, "Do you know how to drive?" Mr. Ghost. ”

Chang Wei glanced at her but still didn't speak.

"Well, that's another stupid question." Natasha threw Chang Wei an earbud-like thing: "It has instant messaging and global navigation capabilities. If you have any questions, any news, you can contact me in time through it. ”

"Isn't it the thing you gave me earlier?" Chang Wei checked the earbuds and stuffed them into his ears.

"It's different." Natasha shook her head: "It's for work, it's for personal use." Work is monitored at all times, while private use is not monitored. ”

Chang Wei raised his head: "Remember my previous request." ”

"Of course. They won't know that the Christmas Ghost is involved. You're just a mysterious agent of our S.H.I.E.L.D., codenamed 085. Natasha shrugged.

Then Natasha finished talking about the so-called task process and threw the tablet to the side: "You know, the task process is a must, but in the process of execution, it is not necessary to follow it all. Because we know that plans can never catch up with change. ”

"So this nuclear physicist can die?" Chang Wei said lightly.

Natasha looked at him in surprise: "He's a scientist, a useful person. ”

"How useful is it?" Chang Wei asked her, "How could this person be associated with a terrifying dung?" ”

Natasha then told Chang Wei a story.

It is nothing more than the bloody story of a scientist who originally had profound knowledge but low emotional intelligence and accepted the influence of some kind of extreme ideology after hitting a wall everywhere, thus transforming into a bloody story of half a terrifying dung.

That's the Swedish nuclear physicist.

"In that case." After hearing this, Chang Wei was very puzzled and said: "People's thinking is often not easy to change, and the so-called nature of the country is easy to change. And once transformed, it is not easy to reverse back. He embraced extreme ideas, and the better such a person, the more destructive he became. What do you keep it for? Kill a hundred. ”

"The meaning of the above." Natasha clearly has the same opinion as Chang Wei, she said: "What you said is very reasonable, and I think so too, but his knowledge is favorable." ”

Chang Wei couldn't help but be speechless.

Well, knowledge is indeed priceless. Priceless to the point that S.H.I.E.L.D. has become a snake shield, which is probably a tradition.

All kinds of messy people are stuffed into it, and the team is not pure, and it is strange if it is not chaotic.

"But you're the one who executes." Natasha smiled, "What to do, that's your business." But I have a word of caution: he can't die until the plutonium nucleus is recaptured. That could cause terror to be wary of deterrence, leading to failure. ”

By the early 6:20s, the northern hemisphere was still at dawn, Chang Wei and Natasha finally arrived at a hidden airport on the outskirts of Paris. Here, the two are going to be separated.

Natasha says she's going to follow up on another line.

"Good luck with you, Mr. Ghost." Natasha got into a car that suddenly drove and disappeared instantly, Chang Wei stood in place for a while, until the car disappeared from sight, he put away the long knife, turned around and disappeared into the numb morning light.

Paris, the so-called capital of romance. Looking up and down, Chang Wei didn't think there was anything out of the ordinary. It's nothing more than a difference in architectural style, and I don't see a better one.

He was at the top of a 30-story building, standing on a palm-wide eaves. Under the eyes, the dark red in the distance in the east suddenly appeared, and the rays of the sun came out, about to break the last dimness before dawn.

The vastness of the city, the rows of high-rise buildings, and the streets that crisscross and are still quiet in the early morning. I've heard that Parisians are very lazy, so it's no wonder that there are few cars to be seen on the street at this time.

Chang Wei's mask had been taken off, revealing an unfamiliar face. The communicator in his ear, which had been sealed by him with a wisp of mana, resumed communication.

The face he is now is not his real face either. A person who is often a big go? S.H.I.E.L.D. is just a generator, and he's always on guard. Intermittent communication is a good means of doing so.

No one knows how versatile this thing is in the ear. Can't help the signal of this thing, Chang Wei is worried that the eyes in the sky that are staring at him all the time will not blink.

Although it is a product of technology, the principle is here. Mana can be used to isolate signal transmission. For example, Chang Wei's mobile phone, once it is banned with mana, there will never be a signal response.

At this time, Chang Wei was wearing an ordinary casual clothes, his hair had not changed, but his face was extremely ordinary, and he could hit seven or eight bricks on the street.

Thin figure, ordinary face, ordinary attire. More like a traveler visiting Paris - if not on the rooftop.

Overlooking from the top of the building, the domed antique building opposite is the so-called Mars Grand Theater. There was still some time before the banquet was held, nine o'clock. It's not even seven o'clock.

Chang Wei's expression was calm, and the person stepped out, fluttering like a leaf in the wind, crossing the dangerous distance between the two buildings, landing on the dome of the Grand Theater, turning around and disappearing.