At the end of May, the special zone welcomed good weather again.
Several consecutive sunny days made the ordinary people feel good.
At the beginning of the month, three Helicarriers took to the sky, which was quite big news.
Many people even said on the Internet that this was an experimental product developed by the U.S. officials to deal with a universe-level enemy.
This analysis was indeed correct, and the U.S. officials thought so.
Unfortunately, Hydra didn't think so, and wanted to use them for something similar to the Chitauri fleet.
However, the Helicarriers left very quickly, disappearing over the horizon of the special zone in ten minutes. Ordinary people in big cities around the world didn't know that they had almost been wiped out.
A few days later, there was news on the Internet that the three Helicarriers had crashed in Virginia next door, which was hard for people to believe.
Many people were already scolding the U.S. officials for being incompetent and corrupt to build such tofu-level warships.
These people didn't know that the three Helicarriers had almost successfully fired on their heads, and they were no less lethal than the Chitauri last time.
It could only be said that knowing less secrets was actually a blessing for ordinary people who couldn't change the world.
On the contrary, the mood of these big shots had nothing to do with the weather.
Congress and the White House were shrouded in continuous low pressure.
And in a national cemetery in the suburbs, Steve looked at a tombstone with an inexplicable expression. "A life of justice. Colonel Nicholas J. Fury. 1951-2006。”
He looked at a middle-aged African-American man next to him in a pullover, big sunglasses, a big gold chain, and a small watch.
With an unfamiliar handsome non-chieftain face, Nick Fury turned his head and reached out. "I'm going to Europe. The Hydra there is a little too comfortable, so are you really not going to help me?"
Steve shook his head and reached out to shake his hand. "I … have something else to do."
Nick Fury didn't care and tilted his head to the tombstone. "If anyone asks you about me, tell them to come here and find me."
Steve was silent as he watched Nick Fury, who was at least twenty years younger, leave.
"He's so nice to you. That's the most polite thing he's ever said." A female voice rang out not far away.
Steve turned his head and saw that it was a very ordinary white woman. Only her figure was slightly familiar.
But he had seen this face before, the one that came with Natasha's nano armor.
He smiled and greeted her. "Are you sure? He's not polite to a certain big shot? "
Natasha was speechless. 'That might also include Batman — of course, he's called the Dark Knight now.'
Steve didn't want to continue the topic. Instead, he asked, "You're not with him?"
Natasha shook her head. "It's not safe for the living to follow the dead. Also, my identity has been exposed, so I have to get a new one. This will take some time, so I can take a long break. "
As she spoke, she took out a document from her bag. "This is the information you wanted, file number 17. I asked a few old friends in Kiev to get it."
Steve took the document and said nothing.
Natasha: "In exchange, how about making an appointment with that nurse?"
Steve: "She's not a nurse."
Natasha: "You're not a secret agent anymore."
…
A moment later, Natasha left a word of caution and turned to leave.
Walking in the cemetery between the green trees and the grass, she raised her head slightly. The quiet light and shadow flowed over her body, just like her years as a special agent, passing in a flash.
"Wow, pretty lady, you don't seem to be in a good mood," said a voice next to her.
She turned around, only to see an ordinary-looking young white man leaning against a tree and looking at her with a smile.
Natasha asked, "You are?"
Luke said, "We didn't meet ten days ago. I was working in the south at the time."
He gestured that he was going to shoot a gun.
Natasha smiled awkwardly and warily, like a normal person meeting a lunatic. "I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person."
Luke chuckled. "Let's go. The bigshot is looking for you."
Natasha paused and hesitated for a moment, but still left with him.
It didn't take long before Natasha "met" the bigshot in an ordinary-looking suburban house.
The Everything Merchant's appearance wasn't a secret, so it was very likely that someone had impersonated him.
But when the bigshot summoned the "Black Widow Armor" and had her put it on, Natasha was a hundred percent sure that the bigshot was the real deal.
This ability to take things out of thin air was the bigshot's signature ability.
With this ability, the bigshot had made a huge windfall from Chitauri in front of everyone during the battle in New York, which made a lot of people gnash their teeth in hatred.
Another half an hour later, Natasha sat alone in the room, and the bigshot had disappeared from the couch.
At that moment, Black Widow had an indescribable feeling.
Now, she was also someone who owed the big boss a thousand points.
This debt could be paid off with technology, resources, and intelligence, or she could accept the bigshot's commission and earn credit points to repay it.
If she was willing, she could even ask Tony to pay for her in advance, and she could "resolve" the debt.
It was up to her to choose either way, and for as long as she didn't renege on the debt.
According to the bigshot, Natasha had already been promoted to an "important business partner."
In the future, she could issue and accept commissions from the bigshot to buy a limited number of ordinary products.
Once the business continued and their relationship deepened, they would be upgraded to "friendly partners."
At that time, she could freely issue commissions to the bigshot and buy ordinary products or special products in limited quantities.
Under her inquiry, the bigshot explained the level of "partners."
Tony, Batman, and the bigshot were "strategic partners." They could issue, accept commissions, and buy and sell products without any restrictions.
Of course, the premise was that both parties were willing. "Partners" explained everything.
Only those who got along well could be called partners. If they didn't get along well, they would split up.
If there wasn't such a rule, then the rule was actually similar to some websites' "normal member → V member → Super V member."
However, the bigshot definitely wouldn't be interested in creating Super VV members or Super VVV members.
But after thinking about it for a moment, Natasha knew that this rule wasn't a good thing.
Because the simpler the classification, the greater the gap between the three levels, and it would be very difficult to increase the level.
It was possible that most "customers" would be an "important partner" to the bigshot for life.
Generally speaking, something that was forcefully prefixed with the word "important" was probably because it wasn't important.
The word "important" only existed to give others some face and psychological comfort.
After all, in this system, "important" wasn't as good as "friendly."
So, "important" people didn't mean their friends.
So, "important" people didn't mean their friends.
She knew very well that friendship with the big shots was the most important factor in the "partnership".
As for the highest tier of "strategic partners," there were only Iron Man and Batman, which obviously meant that they were the only ones in the world.
It would probably be difficult for others to upgrade to this level in a short period of time.
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