Video bloggers in American comics

Natasha stood by the window, the autumn wind blowing her hair. She pushed the hair hanging from her forehead behind her ears and looked at the Danube River in the distance.

A coat was draped over her body, and Zhang Ming stood beside her.

"What are you thinking about? I felt like you were not in a good mood just now."

"fine."

Zhang Ming said with a smile: "When a woman says it's okay, it usually means there is something, and it's a big deal."

The Danube River flowed quietly under the moonlight. After Natasha was silent for a few seconds, she said: "I just remembered the past. I learned dance for a long time when I was a child. Of course, it is not just dance, but also other things...

Something not very pleasant."

Natasha's smile was a little more forced.

Zhang Ming knew what she was talking about. Speaking of which, Natasha and the corpse on the ground were still former colleagues.

When she was still a girl, she joined the KGB and became a reserve agent. She was arranged to grow and train in a secret base called the "Red Room".

In order to make the trainer loyal, the organization will add some fictitious memories.

Natasha is implanted with the memory of a ballerina.

Therefore, she has a different sensitivity to dance than ordinary people.

"Actually, I envy you." Natasha leaned on the railing and took a deep breath. The cool wind dissipated the gloom in her heart.

"The first time I saw you, I knew that you were a very pure guy. Your eyes were very clean, without so much desire, pressure, mission... Everything you did was out of the ordinary.

In the heart.”

"You can also quit your job and change your identity. It just so happens that I need a reliable assistant. He will have more money but less work, and he will have food and accommodation included." Zhang Ming said.

Natasha laughed.

This time her smile was no longer forced, and she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"You are blatantly poaching SHIELD. Be careful that our Director Fury comes to complain to you."

She stretched out her hand, "But if there really is such a day, I will go to you. Let me tell you in advance, my salary requirements are not low, so be careful not to be impoverished by me."

"Then is it too late for me to regret it now?"

Natasha took out a voice recorder from her pocket and shook it.

"We really can't let down our guard for a moment." Zhang Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head.

At this time, a system prompt sounded in the consciousness space.

"Ding"

A small TV popped up: "Congratulations to the host, the video "Black Widow x Pure Land of Paradise, the best version on the entire network, one of the best!" has received 4,000 coins. Please upload the kimono version video in a timely manner as agreed."

"It's done!"

It's been less than twenty minutes since the video was uploaded, and Natasha is truly a nerd reaper.

The big boss carefully planned the situation and blocked all possibilities, but in the end he was defeated by the beauty and the otaku.

Zhang Ming hugged Natasha excitedly and spun around in the sky.

"Did the gods respond to you?" Natasha couldn't believe that there really were gods.

"certainly!"

Zhang Ming conjured up four roasted gluten sticks, and a scent emanated, attracting the attention of everyone in the conference hall.

"Gudong!"

The sound of swallowing saliva appears.

Back in Monaco, one stick of roasted gluten in a closed ward almost drove everyone in the building crazy. Now four sticks were exposed directly in front of them. Many people with unstable minds came over with saliva.

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Even the big boss, who was lurking in the puppet's body and secretly observing the venue, couldn't help but stand up from the sofa.

"What the hell is this."

Zhang Ming raised his hand, holding four pieces of roasted gluten in his hand. He pushed aside the sniffling officials who came to smell the smell, and walked to the hospital bed with square steps.

He felt that his posture and demeanor were just like the Queen of Dongchang holding an imperial edict...

No, it's the imperial envoy holding Shang Fang's sword.

Seeing Zhang Ming holding a bamboo stick and about to stab it into the patient's mouth, the elderly doctor quickly stopped him.

"What are you doing?"

"Give me some medicine."

The elderly doctor pointed at the roasted gluten and resisted the urge to grab it and take a bite, "You call this a medicine?"

"Well, Chinese medicine."

Zhang Ming pointed to the roasted gluten and said, "This is for internal consumption."

He pointed to the bamboo stick again and said, "This is for acupuncture."

The elderly doctor glared and almost kicked him out.

You really think I am a Western medicine doctor and have never seen anything like Chinese medicine!

Daniel stopped the doctor and asked Zhang Ming: "Is this the solution you said?"

Zhang Ming nodded.

Daniel turned sideways and moved out of the way, "Then please show us."

Zhang Ming put the roasted gluten one by one to the mouths of the four big men.

The four unconscious people slowly opened their mouths, bit the corner of the roasted gluten, and ate it into their stomachs one bite at a time. There was another one at the bar who was chewing his food. The food was so delicious that the young doctor next door was so greedy that he cried.

But the person who really wants to cry is the big boss.

The wounds of the four big men recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, no slower than the resurrection potion. The plan he had been planning for so long was in vain just because of a few roasted gluten.

The four big men woke up one after another. They touched the wounds on their bodies and found that the skin was intact, with no scars at all, and there was still an unforgettable spicy taste in their mouths.

"what happened?"

The security chiefs of various countries clearly explained in a few words what happened to the big shots after they fell into coma. After learning that they almost had to choose between "being sacrificed" and "being controlled", several big shots felt frightened and at the same time, they came to their senses.

A surge of anger.

They represented the countries behind them and issued death orders.

"Assist Zhang Ming and SHIELD in all their actions! The mastermind must be caught at all costs!"

After being plotted for so long, the clarion call for counterattack finally sounded!

At the same time that the four big shots woke up, the big boss had already changed his clothes and left the hotel with a husky in his hand.

There were tall guards around him, and the big boss was surrounded in the middle. He touched the dog's head, feeling like he was in a dream.

That night, the four words "foolproof" seemed to have magical powers. It seemed that as long as these four words were touched, unpredictable changes would occur.

A few minutes later, a helicopter rose from the top of the hotel, bringing with it a gust of wind and disappearing into the night.

However, no matter how dense the night is, it cannot block the gaze from the top of the sky.

Directly above Vienna, there are several satellites scanning every corner of the city.

The information is analyzed, summarized, and finally delivered to the conference hall.

There are nearly a hundred agents at the scene belonging to different countries and organizations. In normal times, most of their work involves stealing intelligence from each other, carrying out assassinations and security, but when it comes to national security, no matter how many prejudices they have, they are temporarily put aside.

Hundreds of elites work together sincerely to exert their greatest strength.

"Satellite shows that within five minutes, a total of seven helicopters appeared over the city."

"Lock them all, don't let anyone go."

"All routes leading to the outside of the city will be inspected. Once a big boss is discovered, the situation will be reported immediately. If resistance is encountered, the use of force will be authorized."

"Don't forget about the ports, inspect every ship."

"Captain!" An agent put down the phone and said to Daniel: "I just received a notice that at various intersections out of the city, citizens forced their way through the gates. They all wore huge helmets and used this method to disrupt their vision.

"

Zhang Ming asked loudly: "Is it a mob or a puppet?"

A mob is a group of people whose minds have been influenced by the big boss, but who still retain their sense of self, just like the group of people who stormed the door of the city hall in New York.

A puppet is a person who is completely controlled by the big boss and has no independent consciousness. Just like the corpse on the ground, even if the big boss asks him to commit suicide, he will not resist at all.

It is easy to distinguish between mobs and puppets, one is a madman and the other is a robot.

The two are essentially the same, both have been injected with blue potion. The only difference between the two is that the mob has escaped the control of the big boss and only relies on the last orders left by the big boss.

The agent responded: "Both."

There was a map of Vienna spread out on the table. Zhang Ming took out a red marker and handed it to the young doctor.

"You just said that you called many hospitals and helped me mark the locations of the hospitals."

He picked up another one and handed it to the agent just now, "Help me mark which positions are mobs and which positions are puppets."

There were well-trained agents at the scene. As soon as Zhang Ming finished speaking, he understood what he meant. Daniel asked: "Are you trying to guess his location through the range of his psychic abilities?"

"That's right."

"But even if it is speculated, it is still a very large range."

The agents quickly sorted out the information, and soon large and small dots appeared on the map. The dots formed a surface, forming a circular area with a radius of sixty kilometers.

This is the telepathic coverage of Big Boss.

Daniel stared at the map, analyzing which tactical position was the most advantageous in this area. Suddenly, Zhang Ming's hand fell on the map.

"Don't look any further." Zhang Ming looked at a local government official responsible for reception, "Which hotel is the most upscale in this area?"

The official reported three or four names in succession. Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "I mean the highest grade, there is no one."

The official thought for a while and pressed his finger on a location on the map.

"Did the satellite scan anything?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Three minutes ago, a helicopter took off from the top floor of the hotel."

"That's it." Zhang Ming stood up.

Daniel stopped him, "How are you sure that's the one?"

"intuition."

Based on Zhang Ming's understanding of the big boss, he is proud and arrogant. He thinks that he is smarter than everyone in the world and that he is the future of mankind. How can a person with this idea stay in a "cheap" place.

Zhang Ming gave Daniel a thumbs up and said, "The four of them will be left to your protection. Don't mess up again."

After speaking, he took off his suit, revealing the tight body armor underneath.

The equipment Zhang Ming gave to Peter was a spare model made by Tony, and he always wore the original version.

The flying boots spurted out flames and took Zhang Ming to high altitude.

When Zhang Ming locked the target, the helicopter had already flown to the outskirts of the city, and the other party also saw him. The hatch opened, and a puppet held a rifle and fired a series of bullets.

Dodging the bullet, Zhang Ming activated the clip and flashed to the helicopter, punched the puppet in the face and knocked him unconscious.

Then, Zhang Ming looked at the big boss in the driver's seat.

The big boss wore a huge helmet, covering most of his face, but the eyes exposed were clearly smiling...

boom!

The helicopter exploded in mid-air, and the flames and impact tore Zhang Ming's body!

"Clip!"

Back five seconds ago, Zhang Ming rushed in and grabbed the big boss by the collar, intending to take him away before the explosion.

But he can't do it.

The big boss's legs were wrapped with iron chains and fixed to the seat.

The explosion happened again, and Zhang Ming gave up his plan to capture the big boss alive. He carried the unconscious puppet and watched the helicopter burn into a ball of fire and crash to the ground.

Landing slowly, Zhang Ming pulled out a burning corpse in a ball of flames.

Although he was burned beyond recognition, his huge head couldn't be faked.

The big boss is dead.

The picture was simultaneously transmitted back to the war conference room. Some people were cheering, while others were disappointed. A living boss was more valuable than a corpse.

But no matter what, the matter ended safely, and this is the best ending.

Is it really?

Looking at the officials hugging each other, Daniel touched his chin, feeling that something was wrong.

He looked around, thought for a long time, and finally discovered the source of the sense of dissonance.

Where is Natasha?