One Thousand Eight Hundred and Sixty-One Chapter Ethics Drama, Watching the War

Natasha looked at the female leader who had taken off her jacket and was wearing underwear, hugging and kissing a man with a man on the screen, and couldn't help but carefully observe it again.

Then, she had to nod: "It's really a little old, and the freckles are very heavy, and it can't be repaired even after maintenance."

Luke raised his finger, tapped the temples, and the yellow polarized glasses he was wearing cast another light screen: "I mean that man."

The light screen projected an official identity document with a half-length photo of the man: "Daniel de Cobre, a noble baron, and this lady is his wife, Anna de Cobre, who has been married to him for half a year. The Baroness of the Eight Classics."

"Is there a problem with this baron?" Natasha was interested, and this kind of person seemed very emotional when she heard it.

Looking at the identification documents, she murmured lightly: "This baron is also a scientist. He has a high-energy physics research laboratory on the outskirts of Paris. Well, he even has a particle accelerator, so he is really rich."

Needless to say.

Most of the chiefs of Hydra have high social status, and a baron title is also in line with the taste of this ancient organization.

A scientist baron with a high-level laboratory, this is a big enough suspicion.

Natasha: "Are you going to check his lab?"

Luke: "That's necessary. But don't worry, listen to what these two are saying."

The result surprised both of them.

The conversation between the couple was mediocre, and it was nothing more than a husband who was alone in his empty boudoir complaining to his wife who was playing around when he had nothing to do.

What's even worse is that the baron was slapped twice by the baroness, so he obediently went to play by himself, and he was not obedient.

Natasha looked suspicious: "This guy... why is he so like the fool I met in my mission? It seems like a not very smart Yazi."

Luke was also a little speechless: Is licking more popular in France? Well, the saying that the romantic country is not popular must definitely be called true love.

But soon, their eyes lit up.

Behind the baroness, who had only taken off her underwear, an Asian man in a white suit suddenly appeared, holding a samurai sword against her throat.

A silver blade,

The towering wheat-colored chest and the black underwear form a harmonious picture.

Natasha couldn't help but whisper in her heart: Come, come, the main play is finally here.

The baroness really fought back, and then the Asian man in the white suit grabbed the hand holding the sharp cone. At this time, the distance between their faces was only five centimeters.

Breathing heavily, they looked at each other, their bodies didn't move much, but their arms were shaking slightly, and they were strengthening each other.

When Luke felt that neither of the two was sorry for the standard posture, the Asian man pushed the baroness away: "McAllen said that your husband was making out with you, so let me kill him."

The baroness laughed. "McAllen asked me to marry him. Besides, after making out with him, his work is more active, which is good for our plan, isn't it?"

Saying that, she walked to the side, opened the closet on her own, and rummaged through the clothes: "What are you doing, spying on me?"

The Asian man put the knife back in its sheath, with a smile on his face: "If I really want to spy on you, how can I let you know? You are my best student."

A smile appeared on the face of the baroness, who turned her back to him, and the buckle behind her was unfastened, revealing the full curve of her back.

The Asian man's eyes flashed: "I will go with you to get the bullet back, and we will set off after dawn." After speaking, he turned and left.

The baroness turned her head, watched his back disappear into the door, and snorted softly.

In the warehouse here, two onlookers watched with relish.

"The amount of information in this conversation is huge." Natasha tutted her tongue out: "The baroness obeyed McCarran and married the baron. Then McCarran sent this Asian man to monitor her, and this female apprentice seemed to be talking to her. The master is a little unclear about the emotional entanglement. My God, is this a love ethics drama?"

Luke glanced at her sideways: "It's okay, you can write the script yourself, but don't tell me, it's business as usual."

Natalie nodded regretfully, saddened by her recently lost entertainment gossip time: "If it weren't for a coincidence, McCarran would be the James McCarran, CEO of Mars Industries."

Luke: "This is exactly what we guessed before. The CEO's own leaked information, let the Cobra snatch the "warhead". The thief shouted that he could continue to get funds and support from NATO."

Natasha pulled out a light screen and looked at it: "A week ago, the CEO attended a secret meeting at the NATO Arms Command Center, and he hasn't shown up since, dealing with matters remotely through Mars Industries' own satellite. Connection, unable to determine location."

Luke nodded, affirming: "This is very cautious, it's a bit like a villain boss."

Natasha was speechless for a moment, and could only ask: "Who shall we attack first?"

Luke rubbed his chin, looked at the information on the light screen thoughtfully, and thought for a moment before arriving: "Didn't the baroness and the Asian man say they are going to grab the warhead tomorrow? We'll just follow."

Natasha: ... co-authoring you still haven't forgotten your plan to rob the looters?

...

The next night, a fiery war broke out at a secret military base in a desert in Egypt.

Luke and Selena watched the whole time.

The baroness and the Asian man led a group of iron-masked soldiers, deliberately calculating without any intention, quietly broke through into the base, and performed half a perfect secret infiltration.

The reason why it was half a time was because when they got the missile, they were still discovered.

The two sides fought in the secret base for a while. In the end, the master and apprentice of the baroness and the Asian man stayed again, so after the men were broken, the two got on a personal aircraft and ran away with the box containing the warhead.

The baroness carried the box in one hand, and held the master's thigh in the other hand, which fully demonstrated the strength of the unicorn arm after years of hard work.

Natasha didn't pay much attention to her, but frowned a little as she watched those destroyed: "This kind of iron-masked soldier... It doesn't seem to be too difficult to make?"

Luke affirmed her concerns: "At least it's several grades worse than Tony's big toys. In the past few years, Mars Industry has obtained billions of euros from the EU through the name of preventing superheroes and aliens. With the materials and funds, there is little pressure to manufacture two or three hundred such iron-masked soldiers."

Natasha's eyes flashed, and she couldn't help wondering whether the Avengers and the New SHIELD could get a group of such soldiers.

As long as you get dozens of iron-faced soldiers to charge into the front, you can definitely greatly improve the safety of regular members.

Money, young and old, and Phil are all in short supply.

There are a lot of bad guys who can be cannon fodder, the only thing missing is control technology.

Luke glanced at her: "Don't think about the future, now you have to stare at them and see what they want to do."

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