Chapter 2271: Late Autumn in Jincheng (Thirty-Five)

Natasha was so angry that she needed oxygen.

Strange half-sticked out of the room opposite, looked at Natasha and said, "Come sit here for a while, I'll watch him for at least half an hour."

Natasha had no choice but to go in, and then she saw Strange wearing a more gorgeous and complicated Supreme Sorcerer robe, and was trimming his beard in front of the mirror.

"Not bad." Natasha raised her eyebrows at Strange. She walked around Strange and said, "This doesn't look like a European dress. Is there anything special about it?"

"It's a variation of the Ming Dynasty court dress, passed down by the Ancient One. She was once appointed as the official of the Imperial Observatory during the Ming Dynasty. She liked the official dress of that time very much, so she modified this dress and turned it into the dress of the Supreme Sorcerer."

"There is actually this history." Natasha said with some surprise, "I thought she never dealt with mundane affairs."

"You know this is impossible. Ancient China's mysticism was very developed. Kamar-Taj was noticed as soon as it appeared. In order to maintain the stability of this utopia, the Ancient One had to come forward to deal with the official."

"But it is obvious that she is not very adaptable to life in the court, so she never went back. Even so, she treasured this souvenir dress that was the only one left. It's really a real antique."

Strange shook his sleeves, adjusted his collar in front of the mirror, turned to look at Natasha and said, "Although I think the thing in Pepper's body is not a tumor in the pathological sense, it is possible that traveling through the universe will affect it. You have to give Tony some time."

"It's rare that you would speak well of him."

Strange snorted and said, "Of course I don't want to, but I am a pragmatic person. You have to admit that if Tony Stark starts to study medicine because of Pepper's illness, then I'm afraid that human medical level will take another big step forward in the near future."

"You are indeed a doctor." Natasha laughed and said, "Aren't you worried that you won't be able to perform surgery at that time?"

"He made those medical devices to replace me? Wait another ten thousand years." Strange said unhappily.

Natasha sighed and said, "Nevertheless, I still have to urge him. A Batman once told me that the traffic jam in this city is much more solid than the laws of history. If we can't leave within 20 minutes, we will definitely be late."

Natasha urged for another ten minutes, and Stark finally finished his work. At this time, Nick came up and said, "Have you seen Loki? His brother just called me and said that he couldn't contact him."

"He didn't come with us. He may have gone to Schiller. Don't worry about him. Let's get our people on the bus first, otherwise it will be too late."

Natasha, Coulson and other SHIELD agents were like sheepdogs, knocking on the door of each floor until everyone was driven out of the house and into the corridor, and then let them get on the bus according to the personnel pairing and order.

It can only be said that Batman has a deep understanding of Gotham. Although the Gotham where Schiller is located has solved most of the problems and the new transportation network is already being planned and renovated, the traffic jam at this time is still unsolvable.

Bored by the traffic jam, Natasha began to observe the cars outside the window. In addition to the cars rented by obvious tourists from other places, there were also many luxury cars rushing to the same place.

Obviously, Schiller's grand dinner must have brought together celebrities in the city. At the moment when the cars were shoulder to shoulder, Natasha found that most of the people sitting in this batch of luxury cars were gangsters.

They wore black suits and formal wear, with family emblems and flowers of various colors on their chests. The shadows of the city's neon lights passed on the car windows, illuminating the deepest darkness between their brows.

Even if they had heard about it before, they were still surprised to see it with their own eyes.

This city is like an orphan of the era that has not yet walked out of the Prohibition period in the United States. It represents the darkness hidden under the glorious appearance of the era when America was full of gold mountains.

Even Captain America, who came from that era, could not say that he had often seen this scene. New York is a combination of light and shadow, and Gotham is always iron gray.

As night fell, Natasha finally stepped onto the steps of Rodriguez Manor. She saw a short man standing at the main reception desk.

The Black Widow finally tidied up her bright red hair, gently pursed her dark and cold red lips, and walked quickly inside.

There were not many guests like her. Most ladies would walk in with their male companions, but Natasha deliberately avoided everyone and waited at the door for a while before walking in alone, so she was particularly conspicuous.

On the way to the receptionist, Natasha counted in her mind, 16, 17, 18, until nearly 20 eyes fell on her, the result was not bad.

The beauty of the Black Widow was attractive enough, but it was not enough to make her the world's number one female agent. If there was anything that could make her the focus of everyone in an instant, it was the dangerous temperament she exuded.

For men, a too sharp temperament will make them less approachable, which is not an advantage in social situations. Most people still need affinity.

But for women, there are two ultimate rules for social attraction: either you look weak and lonely, or you look like you will kill everyone present.

Natasha has always been the latter.

It is undeniable that female agents have top-notch beauty. The Slavic ancestry makes her facial features look more three-dimensional than East Coast Americans with Irish and Western European ancestry. Every turn is like a knife and an axe, which has a strong visual impact.

Today she wore a low-cut pearly dark wine red dress, which was darker than her hair and lips, but the red that appeared under the light seemed to inadvertently reveal the blood and darkness behind the painted skin.

When red reflected in Cobblepot's pupils, he was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help but sigh that during the years he worked for Falcone, he had seen many beauties from Gotham's upper class, but those socialites were more like daisies in a greenhouse. Today he saw a real rose.

But Natasha's target was not him. She just gently placed the invitation on the table next to her, nodded to Cobblepot and entered the banquet.

Because of the traffic jam, they didn't arrive early, just barely on time, but generally speaking, they were still early guests. Before the guests arrived, they were allowed to move freely in the lobby.

The reception staff was obviously very professional. When Natasha asked to visit the kitchen and restaurant, they readily agreed and showed Natasha the way.

There was no role played by beauty in this. At the banquet, before the banquet officially started, guests could choose a variety of entertainment methods. Many people liked to visit the manor, and their whereabouts could provide different common topics for the subsequent communication.

The kitchen and dining room are good places. As an experienced agent, Natasha always believes that cooking is a kind of creation, and how a person creates his life can almost completely reflect what kind of person he is.

Natasha still wants to know Schiller.

Although for her boss Nick, no matter how much intelligence about Schiller is too much, Schiller is a long-term task for Natasha, but she can't say that she has no personal interest in doing so, especially after they both fell into the kingdom of death.

Natasha was injured so badly at the time that her consciousness was blurred in the second half and she could not remember much, but she was very clear that in those tens of seconds, she saw the most real thing under Schiller's skin.

Natasha can be sure that it was the most real moment of Schiller's emotions she had ever seen. Theoretically, this is impossible, because Schiller is an autistic patient, most of his emotions are disguised, but that kind of excitement is not fake.

Natasha's rich experience told her that although it would be dangerous to go deep into it, the rewards would definitely be proportional to the efforts. No one could deny that jumping into a vortex called Schiller and really hitting the bottom was an attractive enough challenge.

Natasha came to the kitchen, which was spotlessly clean, and there were not many traces of activities left.

Natasha was completely empirical in terms of investigation, but she had so much experience that even without Batman's extraordinary observation and keen intuition, she could still see that only the processed raw materials were brought into this kitchen.

This was actually unusual, because the kitchen was used to process raw materials. If Schiller was not here to prepare the food, where would he go?

At this moment, Natasha caught a glimpse of the same bright red color from the corner of her eye. She turned around outside the kitchen and saw a red-haired girl standing on the porch looking at her, with the hunger in her eyes no less than that of a wolf.

"Pamela Eisley."

"I've heard of you, Natasha Romanoff."

"Do you know me?" Pamela asked.

"I've heard your name." Natasha looked into Pamela's eyes and said, "From a madwoman named Harley Quinn, she called you Xiaohong, and it seems that you are very close."

"Yes, that's right, but I haven't heard of you, or you in other universes, using other more famous code names."

"I don't have many code names, most of which are misunderstandings of others, and I am completely different from my isotopes in other universes. Please believe me, if there are any rumors that reach your ears, don't take them seriously."

Natasha's tone of English is very unique, and it seems that she still follows the pronunciation of Russian. The emphasis always falls on unexpected parts, sometimes heavy, sometimes ethereal.

This made Pamela feel that she drank too early today, otherwise why would she feel a little dizzy?

"You are here at this time, so you must have a special relationship with Dr. Schiller. Are you his student?" Natasha asked with a smile, slowing down her attitude.

"Yes, but we are not close." Pamela and Natasha turned and walked towards the garden. She said, "I came here early for a follow-up examination. Everything started from the psychological treatment not long ago..."

Natasha listened to Pamela's brief summary and said, "That's a good thing. I think I should say congratulations, but I heard that Schiller, who is mainly responsible for the activities of your universe, is not a psychiatrist."

"Yes, he is not, but he occasionally does psychological counseling."

"What is the fee level?"

Pamela looked at Natasha who asked this question with some surprise. She shook her head and said, "Professors usually don't like to talk about money, and I don't think anyone pays for it."

Natasha understood.

Either she didn't pay money, or she took a bait.

Natasha looked at Pamela again. She was a beautiful and energetic young woman. It was obvious that she was interested in Schiller. Overall, she looked ordinary.

But if she was chosen by Schiller, she must have something special. So is she a fish that is about to be served, or is she bait prepared for a certain fish?