"You can call me a Christmas ghost." Edward, the avatar, was silent for a moment, and came up with a nickname.

"Alright, Christmas Ghost." Natasha didn't insist on it, and said, "I need to know, how much does the successive events of St. Edward's have to do with you?" ”

"It doesn't matter." The Christmas Ghost said: "I stopped for only one purpose, and that is to be useful to you." Lend your hands to find those who trouble me, and then kill them. If you want, you can talk. If I don't want to, I'll leave immediately. ”

"No, it's important." Natasha said: "We need more clues to find out the hidden black hand, which coincides with you." ”

The Christmas Ghost remained silent for a long time before he spoke: "I can tell you what you want to know, but how do you guarantee a return." ”

With that, the Christmas Ghost turned and walked away, "Madam Agent, I can give you a day to think about it. How to guarantee returns. With my approval, I will continue to talk to you. This time tomorrow..."

Suddenly, the Christmas ghost paused, his body flashed sideways, and poof, where he had been standing, a fist-sized hole exploded in the ground, and bursts of white smoke came out.

"Sniper!"

Natasha screamed and raised her pistol sharply, and the man was crouching.

"Very good." The voice of the ghost of Christmas resounded through the wilderness, the anger overflowed, and the person was gone: "Madam Agent, I have learned your methods! ”

Natasha suddenly came back to her senses, her face was suddenly extremely ugly, and several screams came from her ears one after another, and she couldn't help shouting: "Keep a mouth alive!" Christmas Ghost, I can assure you, it's absolutely nothing to do with me! ”

She rushed forward, but saw a black shadow fly down and fall in front of her with a pop, it was a heavily equipped militant!

Natasha didn't have time to think about it, and quickly pulled out a small electric stunner from the side of her thigh, and fired a shot at the militant whose eyes were still rolling, knocking him unconscious.

"I'll only trust you once, Ms. Agent." The last words of the Christmas Ghost: "These bodies have been given to you, and I will come to you this time tomorrow, hoping to get a definite answer." ”

Natasha chased after him, and in the wilderness, there were only a few tattered corpses, and the ghost of Christmas was nowhere to be found.

Sighing, Natasha was silent for a while, turned on the contact, and said while rushing to the militants who had been stunned before: "Send someone over to wash the floor." ”

"Five minutes."

However, the person who Natasha wanted to live, the person who was corona before, is gone.

Natasha stood where she was, looking around blankly, and a hint of coolness suddenly welled up in her heart.

She realized something was wrong.

The scrubbers came quickly, and when Natasha saw them in action, she stepped aside and opened the secret channel of the contact: "I need help, boss." ”

After a moment, a deep voice came into my ears: "It's me, Natasha." ”

Natasha took a breath: "I'm in some trouble. ”

"How can you help you?"

"Analysis." Natasha said, "I found the man — the farm bloodbath, the shooter, the executioner, and maybe even the source of the St. Edward's affair. ”

The deep voice suddenly rose an octave: "And then?" ”

"I don't think he has any ill will towards us. I was about to talk to him when I was attacked and almost misunderstood. I'm thinking about a question, in less than ten minutes, who arranged the attack so precisely? The live mouth I asked him to catch was missing from a distance of less than 500 meters, right under my nose. I'm feeling very chilled, BOSS. I'm upset. ”

"What about your speculation?" The deep sound is a few degrees higher.

"Inner ghost." Natasha was categorical: "Except for our people, don't do what he thinks." We haven't been able to catch the clues of those people, doesn't that just show the problem? ”

"......" was silent for a moment: "This is indeed chilling news, and it is very important. I'll figure this out as soon as possible. ”

"I hope so." Natasha said: "Then, I hope to be directly responsible to you for the contact with this person." ”

"I authorize you to bypass all procedures and be directly accountable to me."

"Okay." Natasha breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Now, please listen to my report: this person calls himself the Ghost of Christmas, is 5.6 feet tall, has a thin build, weighs no more than 60 kilograms, is dressed in a black sweatshirt, and wears a Santa Claus mask. Agile reflexes, able to dodge snipers, hike at speeds of over 40 kilometers per hour, and extremely powerful enough to shatter a human body with a single punch – this is a visual inspection, and the limit cannot be determined. If it is determined that he is the murderer who killed the shooter, the executioner, and others, then there is no doubt that he is a superpower. ”

"Go on."

"By comparison, I see that it is not his opponent. But I tracked him down twice and he didn't fight back against me. So I don't think he has any ill will towards us. ”

"Good."

"This time, he should be tracking me, probably with the intention of listening to the news. I spotted him and opened fire, and he didn't return fire. Only St. Edward's operational team and civilian agents were present. In less than ten minutes, I found that I couldn't catch up with him, and when I was about to lose it, I tried to stop him, and I succeeded. ”

"Hmm."

"He was very direct and made it clear that he would use our power to find the person who attacked him and solve the problem once and for all. But he has doubts, and he wants our assurances. An attack ensued. ”

"He doesn't know where the attacker came from?" Doubt.

"I think so." Natasha frowned: "There are many organizations in the world that are interested in superpowers, and many of them use violent means. Or maybe it's because of the first Bloody Night on the Farm, which was triggered by Alena Misapples. I think that bloody night was just an accident, just because he was hiding on the farm and bumped into it! He killed those people, so it led to subsequent killings. Or... That field, those American ginsengs? ”

"Your speculation is plausible." "But it's not complete," said in a deep voice. The first speculation is probable, the second speculation is too rudimentary, and if it is purely a vendetta caused by the killing of those people, it is not in line with the thinking and interests of the big organization. So the second conjecture and the first conjecture can be viewed together. But the root cause is still in the American ginseng incident. Our scientists have been studying American ginseng more and more, and recently discovered that this bizarre American ginseng can have unexpected effects in strengthening the human body. You know, there are a lot of organizations around the world that have research projects in this area. ”

"So an organization has also taken a fancy to American ginseng, and their previous target was Alena, thinking that she, the ace agent of MI6, might know something about her after coming here for a while. But in the pursuit of Alaina, Alena escapes to that farm and runs into a ghost, who kills them for some reason. Misapples was plucked out of MI6, so their attention turned to the ghost - how could such a powerful superhuman be in a deserted town like St. Edward's? Is it related to American ginseng? Grab him and slice him for study? ”

"Yes." A deep voice said, "That's the organizational way of thinking. In essence, it is an extension of the American ginseng incident. ”

"And what about us?"

"We can do it in a softer way. Since he has no ill will, then Natasha, your task has come. We need talent, and he certainly is, trying to get him to be one of us. ”

"And the previous mission?"

"Shelved it for the time being, if it is determined that he is the source of the incident, it will be over directly." In a deep voice, he said, "Once he becomes one of us, does the rest matter?" ”

"It doesn't matter." Natasha said, "I'll do my best." ”

But he said: "What if you can't win it over? ”

“... In the face of the strong," the deep voice was silent for a moment: "What do you think?" ”

"Stay connected, stay friendly, and wait for your moment." Natasha said.

"Good."