"Don't you think you're a little excessive? Doctor. ”

Natasha, who had returned to the fishing spot after eating and drinking, stared at Schiller and said, the dissatisfaction in her tone was about to overflow.

"How does that dish taste?" Schiller seemed to be in another dimension, and he said to himself: "The proofing time is too short, so it is not crispy enough, and the flame is not as uniform as the oven, I don't think it's good, but I think you can give me a chance to correct this impression, what do you say, ma'am?" ”

Natasha took a deep breath, and she made another decision in her mind not to speak to Schiller, and as soon as her determination rose, she heard Schiller say: "You will be angry, not because I have uncharacteristically expressed my interest in you, but because I have used you as a shield, because the hospitality I have given you is not real." ”

Natasha was stunned for a moment, she wanted to refute but couldn't speak, if she said that she wasn't angry because of this, wouldn't that be sure that she thought Schiller's hospitality was true? Then her attitude of not responding will seem very rude, like the kind of scum who does not accept or refuse.

But to say that she was angry because of this, there seems to be something wrong, why should she let herself compare with the fish that Schiller caught, does she have to compare who is really loved, and who is the substitute?

Natasha tried to breathe the cold air into her lungs, hoping that the temperature and breath from her hometown would make her more awake, and before walking to the ice cave in the morning, Natasha spoke.

"I'm all out of my professional attitude, and I've got to make sure you're not going to physically dissect a single woman who is important to us in too much detail out of your personal interest, and you've got to promise me you won't, doctor."

"As I said, I threw away the bait and only caught a certain type of fish." Schiller shook his head and said, "If the fish had not bitten the hook, I would never have savagely put my hand under the water and caught her by brutal means." ”

"But we all know ......," Natasha paused as she said this, for the second half of her sentence was "We all know she's going to bite." ”

The female agent suddenly realized that this conclusion was unreasonable, and that Schiller was now with her, so what could he do to catch that poor fish?

Take another 10,000 steps back and say, at least now Schiller's mouth is with her, this is already Schiller's most powerful weapon, apart from this, what bait can definitely catch a fish? If they were all hooked, would this fish really be important to them?

If it is not 100 percent hooked, it all depends on the vigilance and intelligence of the fish, so what position does Natasha have to condemn Schiller's fishing behavior? After all, he is not really catching a fish with no IQ, and normal people should have the ability to judge calmly.

Natasha was so lost in thought that she didn't notice the subtle look of pleasure on Schiller's face, who slowly lowered the line and threw the bait beneath the surface.

In the bedroom of the Hell's Kitchen Clinic, Rockie finds a picture book.

She had never known that Schiller could draw, or that she didn't think Schiller would be the kind of person who was interested in art, but Loki was the kind of person who loved art.

Although the Asgardians are always called reckless, in fact, their artistic achievements are not low at all, probably because the environment in which they live is too good, and the art they give birth to is always magnificent, with a sense of grandeur and beauty.

Therefore, Rocky is particularly fond of delicate, ornate, and overly ornamented things, and if you use the analogy of earth art, Rockie prefers Rococo-style art.

Rogie opened the first page of the album, and there was a very beautiful landscape painting on it, like the New York skyline, the sun had just emerged from the cracks in the tall buildings, and the light was so intense that even on the paper, it made people dizzy.

This is followed by a landscape painting of the street, the street set is very ordinary, like the usual street between apartment buildings in Manhattan, but unfortunately Logie does somehow feel that this scene is somewhat familiar.

Then there's the bridge at Asgard, which surprises Rogie, but she guesses that if human artists do come to Asgard, Asgard is a sketch object that will never be overlooked.

This bridge is beautiful, it is painted with carbon strips, and the black places are exceptionally black, so that all the blank paper becomes a carrier of light, and the light is so strong that it is dazzling.

This reminded Logie of standing at the head of the bridge and watching the backs of Odin and Thor, and thinking of the things she already had but were not often discovered.

Logie was trapped in the memory, her mind did not stay in the current space, her hand unconsciously turned back, but the following picture pulled her back to reality, it was Logie.

It's the side of her face, which is also made of carbon strips, and only the eyes are covered with a little green toner, so the eyes look extra green.

Rogie's eyes widened as she looked at herself on the paper, and she couldn't help but think of a thought that had been almost forgotten, when she was the second prince who was not favored, the court painter painted him and Thor, but in the end only Thor's heroic and imposing portrait was hung out.

Rocky knew very well why, not just because he wasn't favored enough, but because his image was not appreciated by the Asgardians, who liked the frame of the characters to be powerful, handsome, and burly, preferably to make people warlike at first glance.

Loki was clearly not among them, or rather the complete opposite, he had a somewhat gloomy temperament, a shrewdness written on his face, and in the eyes of the Asgardians, he looked like the kind of coward who would only hide behind his back and release cold arrows.

Rogie has long accepted the fact that her appearance is not appreciated, and even if she becomes a goddess, she is not bright and moving enough, but always has a melancholy and decadent temperament that is difficult to get rid of.

Human beings appreciate pure and flawless girls, but their standards for women who can arouse their primitive desires have been the same for thousands of years, hot, sexy, and beautiful, and Rockie believes that this may be because such women are strong enough to leave offspring in primitive societies, and this aesthetic is engraved in the genes of human men.

What did Schiller paint her for? That was Rockie's first reaction.

What has not been said is that Schiller has objects that can be used as models, even if they are limited to women, there are all kinds of beautiful women among the superheroes he has come into contact with, why does she have to be her?

Natasha, who was sitting on the fishing bench, changed the bait again, her sorrow was almost written on her face, and Schiller looked at this scene with some amusement, and then said, "Ask whatever you want." ”

Natasha wondered if this was another language trap, but she didn't have time to think about it, because there were so many questions waiting to be answered, how could she bear to get one of them at this moment.

"Why did you ...... all of a sudden" Natasha wrinkled her eyelids as if she was drunk, "You're not an adolescent boy, you don't realize now that you should have a female partner, do you?" ”

"Okay, that's a bit rude to say, but why did you go earlier?" Natasha asked, a little hysterically.

"Did I tell you about the previous world?" Schiller was still unhurried and unhurried, and the contrast between his calmness and his own hysteria made Natasha really want to tear off his face.

"You briefly said that there are no superheroes in that world."

"Yes, that's it, or that there is nothing in that world that you might take for granted, such as magic, mutants, or superpowers, and that world is only for ordinary people."

"So what?"

"That means there are only ordinary human women in that world." Schiller stretched out a hand and waved it, emphatically: "It is difficult for the vast majority of untrained ordinary women to outperform the same ordinary men in strength and physique, and even fewer can outperform mine." ”

"So?"

"It means that if I try to kill them, they won't be able to fight back."

Natasha was still a little dazed, she didn't understand the logic for a while, so Schiller could only speak more clearly.

"But this world is different, if I don't use my intelligence, and I don't use the ability that Gray Mist brings me, there are still many women who can beat me in the case of pure physical confrontation."

Natasha's eyes slowly widened, and she stared at Schiller and said, "Do you want to say, just find a woman you can't kill and have sex??? ”

Before Schiller could answer, it took Natasha only a second to accept the outrageous truth and begin to narrow down her guesses, which she realized couldn't be much.

First of all, Schiller is equivalent to scrapping half of his abilities without using his brain, and then he doesn't use that mysterious symbiote, which is equivalent to him having to use his own body to withstand attacks, and then the female superheroes in this world have all kinds of abilities, and they are all very powerful.

If you look at it this way, there are very few female superheroes in New York who can't do it.

Natasha's eyes looked at Schiller from head to toe like a scanning machine, and began to analyze the degree of force threat of the man in front of him from the physical point of view alone.

Schiller was much taller than her, and Natasha silently estimated that he was not very burly, but the difference in height and weight was still a problem, and there were no obvious muscle marks in the case of clothes.

The body is well proportioned, so there should be no force barriers, there is no twisting or abnormal joints, and the limbs are highly mobile, and there is no problem with dodging.

This is mostly based on the condition of ordinary male bodies, Natasha thought about it for a long time, and indeed did not look at the overwhelming power that could exist in this body, most of which were within the scope of her coping.

It's better to say that even a superpowered hero like Captain America is within Natasha's range to some extent, and fighting is not like a bear collision, sometimes speed, agility and flexibility are also very important, and the same is true for fighting experience.

"It's a very good logic to deduce." Schiller then explained: "If the object I am facing is not killed by me when I am in a state of euphoria, can I continue?" ”

"But there's still a risk." Natasha said in an accentuated tone.

"So I'm going to try to reduce the likelihood of the other person being killed by me, and in short, I have to catch a strong enough fish."

"Oh God!" Natasha covered her forehead and leaned back, she really said in a hysterical tone like a drunken drunk, "You'd better not have this stupid fish in your pond!" Even if she had, her feminine instincts would do well to remind her to run before you do. ”

Schiller was slightly stunned, turned his eyes to the other side, and then blinked.

"All I can say is that for most of the time, she probably didn't have a female intuition."

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