"Admirer of ideas?"

Hearing this, Ember glanced up and down at Black Widow, and commented seriously: "Your pelvis is too wide to perform on stage." ”

"The width and narrowness can't be seen with the naked eye," Natasha raised her eyebrows slightly, and there seemed to be a pool of spring water rippling in her almond-shaped eye sockets: "The data measured by yourself is convincing." ”

"You are an artist, you must speak rigorously, but you can't just perfunctory me as a weak woman whose heart is on the path of art. ”

As she spoke, Natasha's hand rested on the button at the cuff of her coat and approached Ember without a trace.

Ember dodged again, and the distance between the two remained extremely safe at all times.

"Hey, are you a man," Natasha looked at the masked man opposite, deliberately straightened the height of her chest, and said defiantly, "It can't be no, right?"

Ember didn't answer, and looked out of the fence.

He never ventures into meaningless things.

Even if he was confident that the other party's strength would not make any waves in the palm of his hand, he still had no intention of possessing himself to taste the outer layer of sugar coating, as he said, it had nothing to do with guts, just necessary vigilance.

Or else?

He ran over and hugged the plump waist in his arms, while grinding his ears and temples to talk to her, while walking up and down her with the palm of his hand, stuck in the moment of danger and pushing her away, admiring her stunned and coquettish appearance?

Come on, now that third-rate theater troupes don't perform that kind of cliché plot, how could he Kada Ember touch such a bad script.

He wasn't Trist's self-prodigal son, he always thought that the trump card in his sleeve could kill everything, and then he crashed headfirst into Evelyn's hands......

Looking at the masked man who didn't eat oil and salt, Natasha was angry on the surface, but she was very calm inside.

Whether it is temptation or provocation, it is a kind of appearance, and her purpose is to make the other party lose the ability to resist, in all senses.

"Tara—"

The outer official uniform was torn off by the widow sister, revealing the tight-fitting combat uniform inside, and the original graceful posture became more and more enchanting against the background of the combat uniform, with her stubborn and provocative expression, which added a bit of fun.

Unlike the usual uniforms of previous agents, Natasha wore new equipment in the S.H.I.E.L.D. research room.

Not only is the defense much stronger than the old combat suit, but the new melted lead cold paint coating on the outside gives the matte suit a sense of heaviness and at the same time, it also has better defense against common monitoring equipment.

At least, Jarvis didn't find her hiding at the top of the stairs, otherwise with Tony's character, whether she was an agent with ulterior motives or not, this good-natured playboy would not let her safety go.

Strange to say, the research and development results in the S.H.I.E.L.D. research room were very low, at least agents like Natasha who were fighting on the front line rarely carried out new outfit changes.

Compared to the investment that accounts for about one-third of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s total funding every year, this efficiency is really difficult to be satisfactory with.

However, Natasha also knows that scientific research projects are not about dinner, and what can be achieved can be achieved by setting something, so she only occasionally wonders if the group of scientists in the research room are spending all their time drinking coffee, and the combat uniforms have not been updated for nearly three years.

But lately, the researchers have been in heat...... Belch...... Mechanical watches with full strings, semi-finished products and finished products emerge one after another.

Even if she is not a scientific researcher, Natasha can still understand the difficulties involved, and she can't help but be curious about the "Evan" she has never met.

I don't know how the boy's brain grows, just looking at the finished products he made can inspire researchers to develop so much, if he is really involved, it won't be difficult to reproduce some low-end steel suits, right?

Of course, what Agent Nova didn't know was that the so-called inspiration for observing and studying Ivan's weapons was nothing more than a collusion between some researchers with ulterior motives in the research room.

The first is to find a reason to whitewash the research results produced by himself, and the second is to further participate in the dismantling of the equipment made by Ivan and the communication with this genius scientist, and lay some inconspicuous external foundations in advance.

Otherwise, they can't say that it is because they know that Nick Fury is suspicious of the laboratory, and they are the researchers who use the support of Hydra to try to improve their value in the laboratory, right?

High-level scientists are respected and protected as porcelain everywhere, not to mention that Nick Fury is only a little suspicious of the laboratory, even if he is already convinced that Hydra's personnel are hiding in it, in this case, he does not dare to act rashly.

Forced water supply?

Although the damage to the brain of similar drugs has been minimized, there are still side effects.

Scientists are not agents, and even Nick, whose prestige is unmatched in S.H.I.E.L.D., will not easily use such potions against scientific researchers.

They don't have access to any important information anyway, and as long as it's valuable, Nick doesn't care about putting one or two fish that slip through the net in front of his eyes.

That's why Ivan was hidden under the wing of S.H.I.E.L.D. when the outside world was still uncertain, and he was a scientist rather than an unexpectedly mutated superpowered teenager.

If he was the latter, not to mention Nick Fury's accommodation and maintenance, the agents of Hydra hiding in S.H.I.E.L.D. would have taken him away and brainwashed him a long time ago.

And it is precisely because he is the former that he can enjoy everything that is peaceful at the moment, just like Hill Witt laughed at himself, brainwashing scientists, who is the one who washes it?

Very few good adults can withstand that destructive brainwashing process, let alone a child.

"What about now?"

Natasha, who was wearing a tight-fitting combat suit, looked at the masked man not far away, and made a wrapping motion with her hands around her waist: "Of course, if you want to measure it with your own hands, I won't object." ”

Shaking his head helplessly, Ember was about to say something when he received a message from Evan.

After exchanging words with each other for a while, the playmaker took the whisper hanging from his waist and the Hex pusher in his hand, and completed the assembly of the weapon in his hand under Natasha's vigilant and wary eyes.

Slightly sideways, Natasha's left leg bent downward, and her muscles tensed to the extreme.

Although she didn't know what the other party wanted to do, it would certainly not be a good thing, and it would certainly be right to prevent her idea from being implemented.

"I think it's going to be overwhelming, but who makes the audience like it!"

Leaning back, Ember chuckled, "And for the audience, I have always been extremely gracious!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a rune bullet infused with Ember Thoughts flew out of the whispering chamber and shot high into the air in a posture that defied the laws of mechanics.

It was so fast that no sooner had the relevant observation and research institutions received the data and the direction in which it was traveling, and a satellite that happened to turn to a certain position was hit, and in the explosion and flames, it went from a sophisticated scientific object to ugly cosmic junk.

"What's going on!"

At the same moment, there were many people slapping the table and roaring, among them were politicians, scientists, and military strategists, but at the moment when the satellite roared, everyone looked incredulous, as if they had lived in a dream for decades.

Nick Fury was also a member of the "Roaring Party", and after a moment of distraction, he remembered to transmit the live footage to the special research team in the research room.

"Well, can you see how it works?"

After waiting for a while, Nick couldn't wait to pick up the communicator and ask expectantly.

“.......”

The scientists on the other side of the communicator were silent, and their stomachs were already scolding.

Is there a scientific basis for hitting satellites with a pistol, and the principle?

Do you need us to transfer you to South Korea?

Of course, after all, it was his own boss who asked the question, and it was not good not to answer, several people looked at each other for a long time, and one of them explained a few words: "The other party's bullet can pass through the atmosphere safely and unharmed at a faster and faster speed, the material must be the top aerospace metal, and the source of kinetic energy is ......."

After saying a few words, this scientific researcher, who is not good at words, can't be perfunctory, or rather, he doesn't even have perfunctory ideas.

There are so many problems involved, and a few people who have dedicated most of their lives to scientific research see such a bizarre phenomenon, and in addition to confusion and horror, they also have infinite motivation and desire to decipher.

Under the influence of this emotion, they can't wait to verify the gushing thoughts one by one, how can they still have the energy to perfunctory Nick, a layman.

Several people continued to look at each other, and they all saw the urgency and impatience on their companion's face, and finally, the moment one of the oldest researchers got up, they all quickly got up, left the video playback room of the special research team, and ran to their own laboratory in the research room.

Nick had already heard the sound of the chair moving from the communicator, and after shouting twice, he found no answer, so he arranged for a few agents to go over and take a look.

He naively thought that something was wrong with the elderly researchers, and he didn't know that he had been released.

In just a few moments, most of the surveillance screen on the screen has been darkened, and the satellites destroyed in the masked man's hands are no less than double ten, and so far, he has not missed a single shot.

"Nova stop him!"

Nick shouted into the specific linker, but unfortunately, Agent Natasha had already crushed the communication headset she was carrying for safety before meeting with the Masked Man, so no matter what Nick said at this time, she couldn't have heard her.

Although she couldn't hear the orders given by her superiors, and she was puzzled by the other party's behavior of setting up a gun and shooting at the sky, the vigilance and judgment of the battlefield form from the agent still made her make the decision to stop the other party.

"Bang-"

Another bullet was fired, and the "whisper" was as crisp as its name, like the whisper of a lover's ear.

Natasha, who seized the opportunity, rushed towards the masked man not far away at the moment when the gunshot rang out, and the distance of five or six steps was in the blink of an eye, as if she was wearing a convenient skateboard instead of high heels.