"The dish is cut." Peggy wrapped her scarf around her, walked to the lazy sofa, looked at the widow sister and Banker who were tired of being together, and said coldly.

"Ah, I didn't eat lunch at noon, I jumped straight to dinner, I'm about to starve to death." Banker got a playboy and stood up.

"What do you want to eat? I'll do it for you. Bank said to Natasha.

Natasha was a little surprised, when she met such a cute terrorist, she couldn't bear to blow his head with Barrett, well, then use 98k, but then you didn't just look sad and angry, and pressed me to the ground to eat dust?

"Whatever you want, Master Bank." Natasha smiled wryly.

"Well, then I'll use a long-lost Chinese delicacy to detonate your taste buds, and only after you've eaten will you have the strength to blow up the heads of your colleagues at night, by the way, you said that if I mail a Black Widow braised hooves to Nick Fury now, will he throw a rat bogey?" Bank asked Natasha's white arm as he looked at her.

Natasha thought about it seriously and said, "With what I know about the director, it's difficult, he can't compromise with terrorists for the sake of a certain agent, that will only anger him." ”

"Then forget it."

After Banker finished speaking, he walked to the back kitchen, and the widow sister inadvertently looked at the unguarded door, thinking thoughtfully.

When Bank passed by Colberros, who was drooling on the ground watching "The Big Bang Theory", he kicked him in the ass and said, "Go and guard the door, don't say you didn't feel it, the civilians on these streets have been evacuated, and those big guys have blocked the streets." ”

Colberrow glared at Bank angrily, but still picked up "The Big Bang of Cute Pets" in his mouth and went to the door.

The widow sister looked at Colberrow lying at the door, and sighed in her heart, it seems that this Mr. Lanloster doesn't give herself a chance to escape at all.

Seeing Banker approaching the figure in the back kitchen, Natasha hesitated for a moment and followed directly, and Peggy, naturally, was not far behind.

In the kitchen, after Banker put all the dishes cut by Peggy into the pot, he put on his apron and looked calm.

Banker skillfully took out the green coriander, meticulously removed the head and dead leaves, carefully washed it, and cut it into small pieces.

Then the chopped coriander is neatly stacked on the side of the cutting board, and the small peppers and garlic are taken out, and the small peppers are cut into even circles, and the garlic is chopped into small pieces.

The widow sister wondered, what could make Bank, an unobtrusive terrorist, so serious?

Could it be that this dish has some indispensable meaning for him? Or is this long-lost Chinese delicacy in his mouth really so delicious?

Thinking of the country full of magic in the Far East, Sister Widow felt that it was very possible, so she was more curious to observe Banker's movements, at least on the surface, but in her heart, she was actually still looking at and calculating, what is the probability that Peggy's vase is a stranger? A few tricks can subdue her, and after subduing, can you make Banker throw a mouse?

Banker methodically handled the tedious preparation steps, placed the condiments he needed next to the cutting board, and finally, took out a cucumber that was verdant and emerald like an emerald.

After carefully disposing of the sharp points on the cucumber skin with a knife, Banker exhaled and raised the kitchen knife very solemnly, and ...... fiercely in the shocked eyes of the widow sister Shoot it down!

At the east end of Franklin Street, Coulson was standing in front of an armored vehicle, methodically deploying and controlling the armed forces.

"Sir, the civilians on Franklin Street and Second Avenue have all been evacuated, eight chariots have blocked the east and west side of the street, and ten members of the sniper team have also been in place, asking for instructions." A large black man in full armor, carrying an SCAR assault rifle, ran up to Coulson to report.

"What about helicopter gunships?" Coulson asked.

"Five Apache and Black Hawk helicopters are also in place on the temporary tarmac on the rooftop." The black chief said.

"Oak, wait for orders, ready to strike." Coulson Road.

"Yes!"

The black chief answered and was about to leave, but Coulson stopped him.

"By the way, again, fight, do your best to keep Agent Natasha safe, and provide her with maximum fire cover if she escapes in the line of fire."

"Yes!" The black chief answered and quickly left.

Coulson looked at the small shop with locked doors and windows on the street, and his heart was a little complicated, even a top agent like Natasha had a time when he missed?

Although Coulson and Nick Fury's combat policy is to maintain Natasha's safety as much as possible, but judging from the current situation, this time, it seems that he, a former colleague and commander, is a little in trouble.

He didn't think that a terrorist of this level would be kind enough to let go of a hostage when he was in a desperate situation, instead of rewarding her with a peanut.

And Coulson knew that it would be impossible for Director Nick to throw a rat trap because of an agent, and even give terrorists the opportunity to ask for conditions.

This inevitably gave Coulson a feeling of being hurt and so on, but it was immediately covered up, and the fact that professional agents did everything they could to maintain absolute sanity in the course of their missions was the first element.

Coulson looked at the intercom in the distance, which had arrived at the door of Bank's small shop under the delivery of small battlefield robots, and in the end, Coulson also wanted to seize the small opportunity to negotiate with the terrorists.

In exchange for his own life on the condition of release and life imprisonment, as long as the other party is not the bearded, extreme anti-socialist, Coulson is confident that with the profound negotiation skills he has learned, there is still some small hope.

After all, the conditions in American prisons are still quite good, and if you are a person with special abilities, and you have served a few years in prison and behaved well, S.H.I.E.L.D. can even consider hanging you with the title of a semi-civil servant, but it is the kind that is subject to supervision.

However, if Natasha and Fury knew what he thought, they would definitely persuade him to skip this step, because negotiating with that head-pumping terrorist would be purely self-inflicted.

Coulson picked up the walkie-talkie, but just as he was about to speak, he seemed to see a crack open in the door of the store, and then a thin figure leaned out.

"Don't shoot!" Coulson raised his right hand and said loudly, as he could see that the person he had seen was Agent Natasha.

But then, just as Natasha took off her leather coat and made a golden cicada shell, something seemed to be inside and dragged her back again.

Inside the store, Banker and Natasha, dressed in a leather coat that was torn by herself, quickly closed the door of the store.

He asked Natasha, "What do you see?" ”

Natasha shrugged, took off her leather jacket, and said helplessly, "A large number of combat members, and eight Stryker armored vehicles, but Mr. Bank, if you are willing to let me go now, I will definitely fight for you and spare your life." ”

Banker ignored Natasha's words and muttered, "Eight Stryker armored vehicles? Is that five more Apache and Black Hawk helicopters, and ten Barretts on the opposite building? The one-eyed dragon of Tiansha is not kind, this is Lao Tzu's combat strategy, you can take it without even saying hello. ”

However, Colberrows, who was lying on the side, pouted, this pit forced the master, what is there outside, and asked himself, isn't it? He's really not afraid that his little concubine will be shot in the head?

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