"Boom!"

A crisp knock on the door broke the silence in the office.

Natasha glanced at the surveillance screen nearby.

The picture shows a young female agent with long golden hair and a beautiful face. She is raising her head and smiling at the surveillance camera. With her sapphire blue pupils, she is full of charm.

What's her name...

Natasha fell into a trance for a second, and tinnitus appeared. It was slight at first, but soon became severe. She remembered that she called the female agent over, but she forgot the reason and the name of the other person.

It is normal for this kind of forgetfulness to happen to ordinary people. With the increasing pressure of work and life, the development of the communication industry, and the explosive increase in the amount of information obtained every day, our brains can only protect themselves by forgetting.

But for an agent, forgetfulness is a precursor to death.

Sharon Carter, niece of Ms. Peggy Carter.

Natasha finally remembered the other person's name. She pressed hard on her right temple, which was throbbing, and the ringing in her ears gradually disappeared. The door opened and Agent Sharon walked in.

"Sir, this is the intelligence information you asked for last time. I compiled it according to the year and case. Attached are three different plans I designed based on the budget and personnel situation."

Agent Sharon stood in front of her desk, waiting for Natasha to reply to her. SHIELD has entered the reconstruction phase, and Sharon's work pressure has tripled compared to the past. She has no complaints about this, but is actually a little happy.

As the niece of Peggy Carter, she grew up listening to her aunt's stories. However, compared to the all-powerful aunt in the story, she admired Natasha, the hero hidden in the night, who transformed women into women.

His strength, tenacity and charm are vividly displayed.

Before knocking on the door, Sharon was prepared on how to discuss the plan with Natasha and how to answer if she encountered any questions. Just when she was full of expectations, Natasha said:

"Thank you for your hard work, I'll check it out later."

"Oh...ok." Agent Sharon put the documents on the table and was about to walk out when she suddenly noticed Natasha's left hand pressing her temple.

Due to excessive exertion, the bones on the back of the hand were very obvious. Sharon saw that under the exquisite makeup, Natasha's face was not good, and her eyes lacked the usual decisiveness.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

Sharon thought of the recent rumors within SHIELD and summoned the courage to say: "If it is because of some people's wrong ideas, please feel free to tell me, Chief Natasha, you are usually too busy, so I will warn those gossips.

.”

Natasha was stunned for half a second, then smiled in response to Sharon's concern.

"Don't worry, I'm not a little girl who needs help from others. My mental endurance is not that bad. But thank you for your kindness. Go ahead and do your work. I will carefully look at your plan."

After Agent Sharon left, Natasha relaxed her body, closed her eyes, and leaned on the back of the chair.

Sharon is right, Natasha has been under a lot of pressure recently.

On the one hand, this pressure comes from the outside. After the collapse and reorganization of S.H.I.E.L.D., the road ahead has been difficult. People in various countries have had a crisis of trust in this huge organization. Some agents among them miss the glory of the past and gradually develop a new organization.

An idea——

If Natasha hadn't stolen the information at the beginning, maybe nothing would have happened.

Due to differences in the intelligence possessed by agents at different levels, this idea spread rapidly among middle- and lower-level agents.

They couldn't resent a dead man (Alexander Pierce), and they didn't dare to point the finger at the legendary hero Captain America. In the end, Natasha was the only one left to bear the pressure.

Others say that Natasha has no abilities other than a pretty face. She is not qualified to be a member of the Avengers and takes up too many resources.

This is external pressure, and internal pressure is her self-doubt.

Alien technology, inhumans, superpowers, modified humans... This era is changing too fast. Many things she could do in the past seem to be impossible now.

She had doubts about her own worth, and even had the idea of ​​​​retiring and giving up this position to a more suitable person. This thought passed by in a flash, but could not be erased. It was deep in the weakest soil in her heart.

Take root.

She needs something to prove herself.

"A little girl who needs help from others..."

Leaning back in the chair, Natasha suddenly remembered what she had just said, and a somewhat dull face came to mind, that guy who was used to averting his gaze and gently scratching his face with his right hand when he was nervous.

Zhang Ming.

But he already has his own "little girl", and...

"Didi!"

A message popped up on the desktop, from Director Fury, with only one sentence in the content:

If you have an important task, come to my office immediately.

Natasha's vision became sharp again, and she stood up and walked out of the office.

...and since she walked out of the "red room", she is no longer a little girl who needs protection.

She is the legendary agent, Natasha Romanoff.

…

Coulson, who had just received a call from Zhang Ming, was confused.

What is "interesting, weird, bizarre, mysterious things"?

He really wanted to ask: What do you think SHIELD is?

Coulson remembered that Zhang Ming once mentioned that there was a column in China called "Approaching Science". Each issue would broadcast suspenseful and terrifying phenomena that happened around him. Maybe he should contact the program team and ask them to send some plans.

?

Considering Zhang Ming traveled countless light years to the King's Planet and rescued him from the glass room last time, Coulson did not express his inner complaints in the end. After thinking carefully for a few seconds, he said:

"Recently, the work in the bureau has been relatively tedious. You probably won't like it. If you must find something interesting, I'll do it here..."

Colson was about to say that the project he was working on should be considered "interesting" from Zhang Ming's perspective.

However, when he thought about Zhang Ming's devilish "troublemaker" physique, he hesitated for a few seconds and decided not to bring Zhang Ming in until the problem really got out of hand.

He paused and continued: "...there is a global missing person case. Many witnesses in the case claimed that their family and friends seemed to be dragged into hell. The police have now transferred the case to

S.H.I.E.L.D. takes over."

"It doesn't sound interesting. What tasks are you responsible for recently?" Zhang Ming said.

"You won't be interested in my work, definitely not. I have been responsible for organizing documents recently, many, many documents." Colson did not hesitate, quickly and decisively... lied.

"Okay, let's take the 'Devil's Disappearance Case' you just mentioned. Who is in charge now?"

"Natasha."

After hanging up the phone with Colson, Zhang Ming contacted Natasha. However, unexpectedly, Natasha also directly rejected his help.

Zhang Ming had a question mark on his face.

What happened to these people? They usually begged Zhang Ming to join the team, but he offered to help, but chose to refuse them all.

"I asked the director to apply to carry out this task alone without considering applying for assistance." Natasha said. Her tone was normal, but her intuition told Zhang Ming that something was wrong with Natasha's current state.

“Why didn’t you apply for assistance?”

"Because other people will influence me to infiltrate the investigation."

Zhang Ming frowned, not recognizing this reason in his heart.

"Are you okay?"

This was the second time Natasha heard this question today. She took a deep breath. A master performer and a top agent, her friends heard something was wrong over the phone, which meant that she was in a very abnormal state.

She tried hard to adjust her voice: "Of course. After I find out the truth, I will call the bureau and then stand there, waiting for you to rescue me. In return, I will consider allowing you to buy me a drink."

At this point, Zhang Ming could not continue to prevent Natasha from carrying out her mission. Even though he had many worries in his heart, he could only wish her smooth operation on the phone.

After being rejected twice in a row, Zhang Ming temporarily gave up the idea of ​​continuing to make phone calls. If even SHIELD's intelligence network couldn't find suitable filming materials, he would just waste time blindly wandering around. It would be better to take pictures carefully.

Daily sharing.

Maybe it's because the videos he usually shoots are mainly about defeating various super villains. Occasionally, he changes the style. The audience's response is okay, not as bad as Zhang Ming imagined. The only flaw is that more and more people in the barrage say

He is like a "street kid". He wanders around all day long to take videos, and he also carries a pack of Chinese cigarettes in his pocket.

On this day, Zhang Ming had just finished filming a store visit video and was about to go to the laboratory to pick Angela up for dinner. Suddenly, a pure white sports car suddenly stopped in front of him, the window rolled down, and a black bald head emerged.

"Franklin?"

"Get in the car, it's urgent."

Seeing the anxiety on his expression, Zhang Ming hurriedly got into the car. Franklin stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car started humming, shuttling through the roads in the city.

"Drive slowly." Zhang Ming quickly fastened his seat belt.

"We can't be slow, otherwise it will be too late."

"Big deal?" Zhang Ming asked.

"event!"

"What's the big deal?"

New York is very safe recently. The energetic little spiders wander around the city every day, fighting criminals. Coupled with the emergence of omnic auxiliary police, the crime rate in New York has dropped significantly. No one should look for Franklin, Michael, or Trevor.
To be continued...