Chapter 1132: ?Blind Ferry

"what do I need to do?"
Amanda bit the corner of her mouth. She pressed her urge to sign immediately. She was already twenty years old and knew that she would pay a corresponding price when she got something.
Valentina nodded approvingly, quickly finished the burger and picked up the hot dog, and smiled and answered: "I need you to join us."
"Working as an agent?"
Amanda looked around with some worry, as if afraid of being heard by others.
But the fast food restaurant is not quiet, loud music and the strange laughter of a group of hippies in the corner cover their conversation.
"Don't you want to avenge your father? If you want to deal with Hydra, then you can't do it alone." Valentina Sven ate fast food gracefully. This may be one of her agent skills: " It’s just a special field staff. Usually your identity will be a rock star, and your mission is to sign sales parties, touring, on TV, etc. You only need to help us pass news occasionally, or do some cover for certain personnel, and you can change Come on all this."
Amanda looked up at her, then looked down at the file: "Why me?"
"We know everything about you, and everything you do meets the standards of a patriot. In this world of decentralization, rampant violence, and inversion of right and wrong, we need someone like your father to work with us to change the world. , And after his death, you are this person."
Valentina put away her smile and said in a very serious low voice. Her face was full of justice at this time, and her figure seemed to be as stalwart as Captain America.
Amanda rubbed her face vigorously, especially her eyes.
"Damn, you must be crazy..."
Her tone softened, and she put down her guitar, holding the contract in a daze.
"I don't know if I'm crazy or not, but heavy metal fanatics are crazy. A rock star can easily enter the borders of any country through formal legal channels." Valentina pulled out of the corset. A pen and a tool with body temperature into Amanda's hand: "Also, if I can have some free records to listen to, I hope to listen to your songs."
Amanda turned to look at the lights outside the window, the red, green and green neon lights, and the street lights that looked dim in comparison. She unscrewed the pen and lowered her head to write on the contract.
Valentina smiled and nodded, stretched out her hand and handed out a business card to Amanda: "The caller is George, and he will help you arrange everything during the day. We have never seen it before leaving."
After that, Valentina stood up and walked away quickly, as if nothing had happened, and from the corner of the fast food restaurant also stood up a group of people, led by a big beard with a bowler hat.
He squeezed the brim of his hat towards Amanda, then followed Valentina with someone, and got in the car and left.
Amanda pursed her mouth, sat in her original seat and finished her coffee, obviously thinking about something. Then she picked up the guitar and left the contract, and went out to the other direction of the street.
Su Ming didn't move. He still sat to eat and drink. The beetle hairstyle covered his face and eyes. At this time, he looked like an ordinary young man in bell bottoms.
Because the strangulation smelled a familiar smell in the store, there are acquaintances of the host here.
Within a few minutes after Amanda left, the hippies in the distance made some movement. A black man in a leather jacket and jeans took out a large bag of tree leaves from his pocket and sent the hippies away.
The young people rushed out of the fast food restaurant holding plastic bags like a treasure, and the night breeze mixed with strange smells on the street made the temperature in the shop drop a bit.
The black man looked around warily, and quickly changed tables with a red-haired young woman, sitting in the previous position of Amanda and Valentina.
Su Ming clearly heard Natasha's voice, strangling a tentacle against the wall, and saw that she was using cotton swabs to take samples from paper cups and the tabletop. Sitting face to face with her was Nick Fury without any expression.
"Tonight's action is to follow your wife?" Natasha didn't move slowly, but she complained about Fury's behavior: "Using state power to do private affairs, is this a waste of sponsors' money? Well, that The girl named Amanda is pretty, but that doesn't mean Valentina cheated and became..."
Natasha flipped her hand and made a gesture of turning over the wall, which meant to step into the forbidden lily garden.
Fury looked at Natasha at work with the eyes of a dead fish. Her words did not cause any fluctuations in him: "It's not a personal matter, I suspect she is a Hydra."
"Who? Amanda?" Natasha smiled and cut the cotton swab to save it in a test tube: "She is too young. If she is really Hydra, then her performance is not good enough. She should refuse a few times first, and then'encounter 'One thing,'have to' join it."
Fury looked out the window. The high-necked T-shirt always made him feel itchy in his neck. He said in a constant tone: "Are you talking about yourself?"
Natasha didn’t care too much. She separated the fingerprints on the table with transparent tape and replied easily: "If I were a Leviathan or a lurking Hydra, there were so many opportunities in the past that I could kill you. If I didn’t do it, then my superior would definitely kill me first."
Fury gave her a short smirk, as if he was saying the joke was funny. He reached out and touched his left eye wrapped in gauze: "I'm talking about my wife, the logistics agent Valentina, I Suspect her as a Hydra."
Natasha showed a sympathetic look, and checked Amanda's leftovers to take pictures, so that she could compare her tooth marks when she went back to determine if she had been transferred.
"Now that your husband and wife have such a bad relationship? The United States is not a bear, and your union is not a political task. You can get a divorce. Do you know if you put the hydra hat on her, I must kill her?"
Natasha is now a field agent, but her mission is quite special. In addition to the tasks that need to be carried out in the field, she is also responsible for cleaning the traitors and spies in the organization.
And this also made her black widow name more and more deterrent.
Nick Fury rubbed his temples. He injured an eye during the battle of Xian Cong the other day, but as the commander of the field team, he must stay awake at all times, so he didn't even use painkillers.
In the spy battle that happened in Xian Cong, they obviously had the upper hand, but the traitor's betrayal made Fury blind and escaped. He hasn't found anyone who betrayed him yet.
The most suspicious is his wife.
"I have a very good relationship with her, so surprisingly good, that's why I doubted her." Fury felt more than the eyes. When Natasha spoke, his brain hurts, but his tone was still very firm: "She is beautiful, yes. No? Even from the perspective of your women."
"That's right." After finishing her work, Natasha pulled up her collar and covered half of her face: "But this is not enough to be a reason for doubt."
"I rescued Dugan when I went to the UK to deal with vampires, and she was Dugan's girlfriend first. After we broke up, she got along with me, joined the logistics office, and got married." Fury briefly described the past. Things.
Natasha curled her lips: "I'm listening, but I only heard a murder motive. To be honest, if you really want to kill her, you don't need any evidence at all. I'm happy to help you personally and make her die very hard. Pain, what kind of wine does she usually like?"
Fury leaned back on the bench and looked at Natasha with some speechlessness.
Black Widow is very skillful, smart and beautiful, and it can be said that she is the first sharp knife in the logistics department, but it is the dark habits brought out from Leviathan that sometimes make her thinking strange.
Ask Valentina what kind of wine he likes to drink, then this is about to be poisoned.
"I said, we are in a good relationship, and I never thought of killing her." Fury prevented Natasha from continuing to think, "But she couldn't get pregnant for so many years..."
"Aha, the second motive for the murder, she couldn't have children. Then you should guess that she is Leviathan. Girls like us who came out of the red house are barren." Natasha interrupted very directly, with a relaxed expression: " I have already seen it, even if this is the most regrettable thing as a woman."
Of course, this was a lie to Ferry.
She didn't actually defect to Leviathan, she was rescued. But acting, as long as you use some drugs, you can hide the physical examination.
"That's just a digression. It's mainly about the time she joined the logistics office and her performance afterwards. She joined after Faust was killed by the death knell. And she knew me and Dugan earlier. Opportunity to join earlier."
Fury took a deep breath, and he helplessly rubbed one of his curls.
Natasha looked at the ceiling and cast her lips down: "Moustache was resurrected to attack the United States. Maybe this caused some touches for her... She is British and has no relatives. You rescued her to the United States. In that incident, it was discovered that the United States was not completely safe, so she decided to participate in the training of special agents. It made sense to strengthen and save herself.
"For more than ten years, her field mission success rate is 100%." ​​Fury expressionless.
"Me too." Natasha bored out a throwing knife to manicure, and looked at the light with her long fingers.
"Her mission goals are all dead, and no prisoner has ever been caught. Compared to more than 300 attendances, this number is not in the right proportion." Ferry's face was already dark, and he looked even more serious at this time.
Natasha changed her hand and fooled with interest: "Me too."
She is neither a logistics office nor a Hydra, nor a Leviathan. As long as the death knell has not issued an order, she has always been in a deep dive, not to mention that the logistics department is now in frequent internal struggles. She wants to protect herself.
Peggy Carter single-mindedly wanted to make the logistics office bigger and stronger, recruiting elite soldiers and generals from everywhere to join. It can be said that Leviathan and Hydra are fighting against the outside, but the internal factional struggle is more serious. Up.
She missed the old days and hoped that everything was the same as before. She wanted the logistics department to remain a special department of the United States, handling some corresponding special affairs for the country. It is best to call Steve back again and restore the invasion team. Support a powerful force.
Fury has learned from a series of unprepared incidents before. He is now more inclined to attach the logistics office to the UN Security Council, so that he can grasp first-hand information about what happened around the world, at least on the American allies.
Of course, because the discrimination against blacks in the United Nations system is not so serious, he can have more room for activities.
Howard's ideas are different from them. He hopes to combine more consortia and logistics offices.
His Stark industry has the best weapons of all kinds, Wilson has the most comprehensive logistics and logistics system, Osborne Group has the best biopharmaceutical technology, etc., with comprehensive economic and material support, who What kind of congressional supervision is still required? How can there be so many politicians arguing in two days?
Fortunately, these three have a good relationship. After all, they are comrades-in-arms in World War II. Although they have their own ideas, at least Peggy has the final say.
However, in the Logistics Department, there are still groups standing on the Congress side, on the military side, and even various factions that are completely anti-war. The newcomers and the old people before the reorganization have all kinds of mismatches. The spies from all sides who fish in troubled waters can be said to be a mess in the logistics department.
After the death of Faust, a group of people were washed away during the reconstruction of SSR into a logistics office~EbookFREE.me~ but more than ten years later, carrion has grown back.
Natasha is not interested in these things, she just wants to complete the tasks assigned by the boss, even if Valentina is really a Hydra? Nothing to do with her.
"That's the problem." Fury ignored her perfunctory and knocked on the table with his dark fingers: "You have been trained in ballet and homicide skills since you were four years old. All of your mission targets have died. Strange. But what about her? As far as I know, she is the orphan of a little nobleman in the English countryside. Before the age of twenty, she hadn't killed a chicken. After a few years of training, she couldn't kill anyone? That's not right."
Natasha inserted the small throwing knife back into the widow's sting, stood up and patted Fury's hand comfortingly: "That only shows that there are a few good instructors in the Secret Service College of the Logistics Department... The evidence collection is complete, we Are you following up now or what?"
Fury rolled his eyes, but stood up. He did not find any evidence, not even at home. He even tried to talk while Valentina was asleep, and concluded that she was extremely loyal.
But he just felt wrong, pure feeling.
"Good instructor? I can go to him. Those who haven't even fought in World War II can't even match my black ass." Fury didn't intend to say anything more, he zipped up his clothes: "Let's go back. Headquarters, my left eye and one side of my brain are so painful, I have to ask Hank to see it for me."
Natasha opened the door for him, and said helplessly, "You know that Dr. Pim is a physicist and biologist, right? He is not a doctor. Tomorrow I will remove the eyeball and replace it with a fake one when I am on vacation. What color eye mask do you like?"
Fury: "..."
He walked into the night without a word, as if instantly invisible.