After some small talk, Tony got back to the point. "Natasha couldn't find anyone suitable, so she thought of you."
Luke found that odd. "Can't she just put up a commission with the bigshot?"
Tony burst out laughing. "That Ah Fu is a good butler who takes 5% of the commission. It seems that Natasha owes him a lot of points, and doesn't dare ask him for credit anymore."
Luke was enlightened. "So, she's asking me for a discount?"
"Not really …" Tony changed his tune halfway through his sentence. "Well, of course, she won't object if you're willing to give her a discount."
Luke nodded. "That won't be a problem, but why isn't there anyone on your side?"
Tony sighed. "This involves the Gauls, and it's not convenient for Popsicle and me to step in. It might turn into an international dispute. Popsicle also found some clues about Iron Arm Baby. Hawkeye is on another mission and can't get away, so you know what I mean. "
Of course Luke knew.
Tony was an American defense supplier, and Stephen's nickname was "Captain America."
The Avengers usually carried out missions in Europe from time to time, and minor trouble was common, but it was just a matter of a few days at most.
If the Cobra incident was resolved perfectly, the Gauls could only smile on the surface and curse inwardly.
If the Cobra incident was a success, it would be the Avengers' fault, and the United States would have to share the losses.
That was a common problem with the government.
In many things, the less you did, the fewer mistakes you would make. If you didn't do it, you wouldn't be rewarded.
In comparison, the deaths of some civilians really weren't a big deal. Some people would rather have civilians die than have superheroes take over their power.
Tens of thousands of people died in shootings every year in the United States. Gun bans could significantly reduce the number, but gun bans couldn't be passed.
Based on some people's logic, was it a big deal for a million ordinary people to die out of a population of hundreds of millions?
The typical victims were the elderly, who would only increase the pressure on medical care, and the vagrants who did nothing to create surplus value.
When millions of these people died, some people would only go on TV to mourn and not open a few bottles of champagne to celebrate at home. That was already a bottom line.
In the face of a huge crisis, the so-called "respect for life, freedom and equality" in Europe and America were worthless; they were just used to fool the civilians.
With the disclosure of Tony's identity and the fall of the old S.H.I.E.L.D., although the U.S. government was dissatisfied with the Avengers, it still gave them some support.
This was a backer, but it was also a shackle. It gave the Avengers a lot of scruples.
If it came to a head they would still fight first, but this time it was only Natasha who had got wind of it.
The situation was still uncertain, and it was not appropriate for the Avengers to completely intervene.
The Bat Squad, which was independent of all official matters, became the best helpers.
When the members of Bat Squad took action, they would neither help anyone take the blame, nor would they let anyone take the blame.
Seeing that Luke agreed, Tony finally revealed some new information. "Well, try your best to investigate that killer weapon. It'll be best if you can get complete technical files on it."
Luke asked, "Are you interested?"
Tony smiled cunningly. "It might be related to nano technology. Don't you want it?"
Luke's eyes lit up. "It complements our research?"
Tony shook his head. "I'm not sure, it's just something Natasha mentioned. If you want to know more, hurry up and talk to her. "
Luke's face was calm, but he chuckled inwardly. "Thank you for your hard work. You didn't forget to inform me even though you were so busy."
The tycoon had probably been eyeing nanotechnology from the moment he heard the news.
No wonder he had contacted the Dark Knight. Wasn't this clearly urging him to hurry up and become a thug for a robbery?
At a moment like this, Tony was absolutely shameless as he boasted shamelessly, "The more capable you are, the more things you need to do. Go, I have high hopes for you. "
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A day later, Luke arrived at the lawn next to the fountain in front of the Eiffel Tower in the afterglow of the setting sun.
He walked over to a lone figure and sat down. He handed him a cup of takeaway coffee. "This is their target?"
Natasha accepted the coffee cup, her eyes still on the Eiffel Tower. "Is there any place in France where it's easier to make big news?"
Luke leaned back and propped one hand on the grass as he looked up at the tower.
The top of the tower was still illuminated by the orange sunlight, but most of the tower was already in the shadows.
He thought for a moment, then replied, "The Elysee Palace is a big enough target. In addition, the Louvre, the Palace of Versailles, and Notre Dame could also be considered as secondary targets. The Champs-Elysees Boulevard is one of them. "
Natasha wanted to roll her eyes. What a boring way of talking.
Forget the Elysee Palace, the other places were all crowded with tourists. If an attack broke out, it would be easy to wipe out the people gathered there.
While there were many tourists on the Champs-Elysees Boulevard, it was a long street, so there wouldn't be enough casualties if the attack didn't cover a large enough area.
His logic was logical and hard to refute.
But why was he arguing with her? Or was he using such a cold and heartless way to boost her reputation? As expected, he wasn't a likable straight man.
But he definitely didn't need a girlfriend because of his looks.
Natasha wasn't angry.
It was normal for capable people to have a few quirks, and she wasn't a good-tempered girl either.
She took a sip of the coffee and was slightly surprised to savor the authentic taste. "You're really relaxed. Where did you get this coffee?"
Luke said, "A small shop on my way here."
Natasha couldn't help but take another sip. Almost subconsciously, she probed, "It seems that you're already very familiar with Paris."
Luke also drank his coffee. Recalling his "pleasant" experiences in Paris and France, he couldn't help but smile. "That's right. I'm quite familiar with a lot of places."
Looking at his smile, Natasha suddenly understood. "For example, 93 provinces?"
Luke said, "Sort of."
For the next half hour, they simply chatted and didn't talk about Cobra.
Natasha didn't need Luke to teach her how to be an agent.
She wasn't in a hurry to talk to him in private, which meant that things weren't that urgent yet.
But Luke was a little suspicious.
Could it be that the Black Widow owed too many credit points and didn't want to sell herself to pay off the debt, so she was trying to get to know him first in order to get the lowest discount?
Rubbing his chin, Luke felt that it was a good guess.
Natasha didn't have a bottom line, but she did have a bottom line.
As a top female agent, her bottom line was very different from that of an ordinary person.
But she had always adhered to the principle of paying her debts, and had never thought of going back on her word.
At that moment, she wasn't using her fiercest moves to get close to Luke. Clearly, it was just a normal operation.
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