Reminded of that, Natasha suddenly remembered what she had wanted to ask earlier. "Aren't we going to stop the baroness in advance?"
Luke shook his head. "No need. Their big scoop is going to be in Paris in the end. "
After that, both of them couldn't help but look at the tall iron tower not far away — for example, this thing was very suitable.
Natasha was a little uncertain. "Is something really going to happen?"
There were a lot of tourists around the Eiffel Tower, and a lot of people could die if something happened.
Given what she knew about Batman, he wouldn't disregard the lives of innocent people just to catch a big fish.
Luke said, "Don't worry, I've called for help."
Natasha was surprised to hear that. "You're in the team? Who's there? "
Luke smiled faintly. "No, just an old friend that I don't see often."
Natasha's curiosity was instantly piqued.
But no matter how she probed, Luke wouldn't say anything.
It wasn't that he wanted to keep her in suspense, but that there was simply no need.
This was just a trump card. If he couldn't use it, there was no need to explain in advance.
As for Cobra's ambush, Luke and Natasha didn't go with it.
The secret base in North Africa that had been attacked was filled with soldiers from various European countries, not civilians.
Luke wasn't their father, and couldn't be bothered to care about their lives.
So, he and Natasha were on the balcony of an apartment near the Eiffel Tower, chatting over coffee and desserts.
Somewhere Natasha couldn't see, Luke wasn't idle either, and was secretly making arrangements.
Having more trump cards meant that he wasn't prepared for them when the time came.
He didn't explain it to Natasha because they weren't on good terms.
Special agents weren't easy to fool. This Black Widow wasn't even a teammate in the system. She was just a Light Green Ally. Would you believe it?
She was only a light green ally because Batman had given her armor and weapons during the Battle of New York.
At the very beginning, she was simply a light red enemy, which was enough to show that Director Ludan had never had any good intentions toward Batman.
Only Phil's uncle was reliable, and they had been teammates for the past two years.
Luke didn't like to be snubbed, and Batman's friendship wasn't cheap.
Since Natasha was so guarded against him, he naturally wouldn't open his heart and tell her the truth. They would just maintain a pure business relationship.
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On the third day, it was still a sunny day in Paris. At eight o 'clock in the morning, there were many tourists wandering around the streets.
Luke was rather disappointed.
If the weather was worse, such as a strong wind and heavy rain, the possibility of the cobra causing additional damage would be much smaller.
Unfortunately, the weather was not on his side today, so he and Natasha could only work hard to keep an eye on the cobra.
At that moment, Luke and Natasha were following the baroness and the Asian man, because the box of bullets was in the baroness' black Hummer.
Natasha looked in the direction of the Hummer and couldn't help but say, "Wow, you said that the baron was fine. Now they are approaching the baron's laboratory."
Luke asked, "Is it hard for a bad guy to make ordinary people do things for him?"
Of course, Natasha knew that an ordinary person who was pointed at by a gun had no choice but to surrender.
She asked directly, "Then we'll just watch them rush into the laboratory and kill people?"
Luke said, "Don't worry, we called for backup."
Five minutes later, the black Hummer stopped in front of the De Cobray Institute on the outskirts, and the baroness and the Asian man walked in with two of their subordinates with the box of bullets.
The Asian man was slightly surprised to see the lone security guard at the front desk.
The baroness asked in a low voice, "Should I go, or will you?"
The Asian man said, "I'll do it."
He walked to the front desk and smiled coldly. "Good morning. It's very quiet here today."
The security guard didn't answer his question. Instead, he craned his neck to look at the woman and two men behind him. Then, he took out the registration book and placed it on the table. Impatiently, he said, "Please write down the person you want to visit …"
At this point, his stomach made a growling sound.
The four people all had strange expressions on their faces, and the baroness subconsciously took a step back.
The security guard pressed his hand to his stomach and cursed in a low voice, "Damn Pierre. Don't tell me he's giving me rotten fish!"
The moment he said that, his stomach growled again, and he could only urge the Asian man with a pale face, "Hurry up and register. I need to take care of my personal hygiene."
The baroness took another two steps back.
The Asian man tilted his head. "Sorry to trouble you."
With that, he flicked his wrist, and a kunai appeared at his fingertips, which he stabbed into the security guard's throat.
The security guard's eyes widened and he covered his neck. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, and his body slumped back into the chair.
"Now, you don't have to endure it anymore," said the Asian man. The four of them sped up to the elevator.
The baroness couldn't help but cover her nose. "Let's go. I can already smell it. Ew."
All four of them looked a little uncomfortable.
It wasn't that they had poor endurance, but that the security guard's stomach had growled twice, which made them subconsciously think of a series of disgusting things.
After they entered the elevator and began to descend, the security guard who had "collapsed" on the chair at the front desk suddenly sat up. The expression of pain on his face was completely gone, and he became calm.
He pulled out the kunai from his neck with one hand and took out a can of spray from his trouser pocket with the other. He sprayed the blood on his body and the kunai.
At the same time, the wound on his neck automatically tightened, and turned into a tiny mark at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Playing with the kunai for a moment, he collected the light red particles on the ground after the spray had sucked the blood. He sneered. "Tsk, tsk. This kid isn't bad. He's decisive."
As he spoke, he got up and went to the bathroom.
Natasha, however, was a little curious. "How did you do it?"
It would be strange if the security guard didn't behave that way.
Besides, the De Corbray Research Center was an important institution with a particle accelerator. There were at least four security guards in the lobby, and at least two of them had guns.
In the end, Luke had left only one security guard there without saying a word.
Even she wouldn't have been too suspicious in such a situation. The security guard's diarrhea was too realistic.
Luke said, "I told you that I had help."
Natasha felt an itch in her heart. "Who?"
Luke smiled and didn't say anything else. I won't say it. It's itchy, you heartless female agent.
Half an hour later, an alarm suddenly rang out in the building.
Natasha looked at the dead baroness in the surveillance video as she picked up the bullets and left. She found it odd. "You've been discovered? Hm, is it your friend again? "
The alarm was neither too early nor too late; it was right after the baron activated all the bullets in the box with the particle accelerator.
It felt so familiar; it was exactly the same as the security guard's. She, who had been watching the whole time, immediately noticed it.
Luke said, "Let's go. There's going to be a show later."
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