"Wow! The cow looks delicious...... "As soon as Roshen walked into the dining room, he saw the whole roast cow in the middle of a long table covered with a white tablecloth.

On a huge, silver-plated iron plate the size of a large Chinese round table, the first-class beef cattle roasted by a dedicated barbecue master are charred and oily with an enticing aroma......

Seeing Luo Shen running in, the eyes of several white people sitting on the side of the table moved.

One of them, a middle-aged white man in a suit and dressed in a very formal detail, stood up, took the initiative to greet Luo Shen, and bent down very friendly to show his respect to Luo Shen: "Your Majesty, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

Roshen ignored him.

His eyes were on the honey-grilled lamb chops and the whole pot of paella on the table, and the representative of the American government in front of him probably didn't weigh as much as the evenly sliced whole Swiss cheese on the table.

He jumped into his chair and slapped his little hand on the table, signaling for the servant to bring the delicious food to his mouth.

In the rectangular dining room, which faces the garden and is decorated like a European court, the maids and cooks are quickly ready.

Each of them is dedicated to the task at hand—cutting cuts, ribs, or fish bones, preparing juices and serving salads.

Natasha Romanoff looked at the scene in front of her, and she was acutely aware of how elusive the person she was dealing with at this time.

She doesn't like the elusive.

Because men who are obsessed with money, women, or political power are always "traceable". And top agents like her, who have gone through the most brutal training in the "Red Room", are always able to find their weaknesses...... However, the immediate goal is different.

First of all, judging by his age, Natasha's once-invincible "feminine" weapon seems to have been ineffective.

And the other party's attitude towards the US ambassador at this time is so "arrogant", which also means that the little boy in front of him is like the dictator of those small countries, either arrogant or has enough "confidence".

As her eyes flickered, Natasha thought of the information about the boy in S.H.I.E.L.D., and the "Angel Army" behind him, which had expanded to more than 8,000 people.

'Looks like the latter......' Natasha sighed inwardly.

The world is changing so fast!

From Natasha's youth when there was only a superhero in the world of "Captain America", to today's Iron Man, Hulk, Spider, and the estimated number of mutants in the world exceeds 200,000...... Natasha began to realize that the human modifications she had made in the Soviet Union as a young man were far from keeping up with the needs of the times.

She glanced indistinctly at the four angels standing at the doorways at either end of the dining room.

The guards wore armor that might seem out of place in the 21st century — not high-tech products.

S.H.I.E.L.D., which has sufficient information, even has two sets of samples that have been smuggled out for analysis.

However, the results of the test were shocking: the armor worn by the angels was nothing more than ordinary armor made by ordinary Brazilian hardware factories from steel plates imported from China.

No super defense, no special features, no magic ...... Nothing.

Although these steel plates that can pass off as Japanese steel are of excellent material and can withstand small-caliber pistols or cold weapons, such a level is indeed a bit cheap for these "angels" who can fly at supersonic speeds.

Compare it to.

The Western-style swords hanging from their waists and the spears that are commonly worn by the Angel Legions today are even more interesting - at least the steel of these weapons is made of some military-grade alloys.

Click, click, click——!

With the sound of Luo Shen's chewing, the cow stick bone was bitten like puffed food by the child who claimed to be God, and swallowed with the bone marrow.

The maids methodically placed more of the cut meat on the plate in front of the boy's eyes, cleaning up the discarded parts.

Judging by their lack of surprise, they knew that this boy should usually be like this.

In Natasha's own opinion, it is not so much that the boy is a god as it is that he is more like some alien creature or demon.

The US ambassador is still introducing himself and explaining the conditions and bottom lines that the United States has set for the other side, and several other special envoys from several European countries are also expressing their respective positions and bottom lines in official terms.

Of course.

Natasha, who has dealt with these politicians and government secrets for many years, knows all too well that the "position" they are talking about is not firm at all, and the "bottom line" is bottomless.

Slowly, the boy's mouth was a little dry, and the boy had eaten most of the cow and two hundred kilograms of lamb chops, as well as forty pounds of cheese and 15 liters of juice......

Roshen finally stopped eating.

He glanced at the crowd.

The chattering officials immediately shut their mouths.

Natasha Romanoff was also terrified.

It was, she swear, the most disturbing look she'd ever seen.

Although the look came from the petite and cute, beautiful-looking little boy in front of her, this kind of look that made people feel depressed, frightened, and trembling from the depths of her soul reminded Natasha of how she felt when she was a weak girl and was forced to face a beast by an instructor.

No......

That's not the right way to describe it.

This analogy was instantly dispelled by Natasha.

The fear is not so much facing a beast as it is facing the endless darkness, or the feeling of sinking in the deep sea and slowly falling into the endless darkness.

And.

You know what lies in the darkness.

"It's not supposed to be that way to face God." While Natasha was thinking this, Roshen spoke: "Agent Natasha, can you represent Fury?" ”

Natasha's beautiful gray-green eyes flickered, but she replied without hesitation: "Yes, Fury has authorized me to negotiate with you, and I can negotiate with you on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D." ”

"Oh, that's right. So...... What about you? Americans, can you represent your president, the House, and the United States? ”

"Uh...... The ......," the American ambassador hesitated.

Seeing his reaction, Luo Shen waved his hand: "It seems that you don't pay enough attention to this matter!" I don't want to waste time in round after round of negotiations and meetings – go back and let those of you who can make decisions talk to me. ”

The guards removed all of them from the room.

Outside the white floor-to-ceiling windows, the bright South American sun shines on the garden greenery and fountains, everything seems so peaceful and peaceful.

Roshen put a piece of beef in his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Ms. Natasha, this is my plan. If you can agree, then we can move on. After Luo Shen finished speaking, he took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and put it on the white tablecloth.

Natasha looked at the USB stick.