Chapter 2981 Leisure Time (Twenty-Five)

Chapter 2955 Leisure Time (Twenty-Five)

"You saved me?" Tim said the only possibility he could think of.

"Ah... yes, we saved you." Natasha paused and nodded, and Tim narrowed his eyes.

"From whose hands?"

"From... the Nine... uh... Federation... um... KGB? Yes... KGB! You were almost kidnapped by that Russian guy!" Natasha nodded vigorously and said.

"What about him?"

"He ran away."

"Didn't you chase him?"

"Well, we think your safety is more important." Natasha said: "You are an important person that Nick asked us to keep an eye on. Nothing can be more important than your safety, that's it."

Natasha left quickly. Tim was not actually injured, but the anesthetic in his body needed to be metabolized. After lying on the bed for a while, he felt much better. At least his head was no longer so dizzy, and his hands and feet were no longer numb.

So while the nurse wasn't paying attention, he got out of bed and started walking around the ward. Tim turned around and saw the medical record on his bedside.

Most hospitals in the world will write the patient's basic information, such as name, admission time and symptoms, on the patient's bedside. Generally speaking, it is handwritten, and it will not use the sloppy doctor's font, but will be written as clearly as possible.

Tim originally just glanced at it casually, but when he saw that line of words, he was a little restless.

What is this for? Is this still English? !

The handwriting on the medical record on his bedside can't be said to be not Latin letters, just a little bit of connected strokes, plus a little more circles, a little sloppy... bullshit! Isn't this Russian? !

Tim took the medical record and took a closer look. It was actually written in English, Russian handwriting.

He suddenly had a bad feeling, but he comforted himself. This might be written by Natasha. This Soviet female agent has been here for so many years, and she hasn't corrected her handwriting. She is so unprofessional!

"What are you doing?!" A rough voice sounded at the door.

Tim turned his head blankly because he didn't understand what the other party was saying.

The other party seemed to be speaking English, but it didn't seem to be English. The British could understand but were not familiar with it, the Germans were familiar but could not understand it, and Tim, who was proficient in both English and German, could not understand and was not familiar with it.

The head nurse, wearing a nurse uniform with the SHIELD logo, rushed in, took the medical record from Tim's hand and put it back, and scolded Tim: "Don't touch things! This is not your school infirmary. If you do this again, I will kick you out!"

"Stop!" Tim interrupted the head nurse and asked her: "Are you German?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" The head nurse said confidently.

"But SHIELD is not..."

"SHIELD is an international organization." The head nurse said, "It is responsible for supernatural affairs all over the world. What's so strange about having Germans?"

Tim couldn't refute it. He had checked it on the Internet before. SHIELD is indeed directly responsible to the UN Security Council, but its headquarters is in the United States and it gets the most funding from the United States. But in fact, it is also a multi-family business, so it is not very strange to have a German head nurse.

Tim convinced himself... It only took a few minutes. He told the head nurse that he wanted to go out for some fresh air, and then he found that the whole medical department spoke only Russian and German accents.

What's going on? I, an old American, have become an outsider?

Tim was a little confused. It's not that only Russia and Germany have hospitals. Do we have to hire doctors and nurses from these two countries?

His doubts didn't last long, but the way to solve the doubts was not to answer the doubts, but to have a bigger question.

He had been wandering outside for a short time when Natasha sent someone to take him to the building of the affairs department. Nick said he wanted to see him.

Tim swore that he had not heard a single word of English during the journey. The agents did not use English with a foreign accent to communicate, but simply used foreign languages, some of which were German, some were Russian, some were Russian with a German flavor, and some were German with a Russian flavor.

This made Tim's head buzz.

He could not help but ask Natasha, "Did the little mustache in your universe conquer the world? Did you even fight in the United States?"

"No, except for the disintegration of the Soviet Union, our history is the same as yours." Natasha shook her head and seemed to be puzzled as to why he had such a question.

"Then why is the official language of SHIELD German?!"

"It's not German, don't people here speak Russian?"

"Isn't Russian even more outrageous?!!" Tim roared, "I thought I woke up in Moscow!!!"

"You are simply illiterate. Germany never attacked Moscow. You can't hear so much German in Moscow!"

"Is this the point?!!"

Natasha waved her hand and said impatiently, "Language is just a tool for communication. What language is different? Isn't it enough to understand? People just like to learn Russian and German. What's your business?"

Tim was almost choked to death by her.

The two of them soon arrived at Nick's office. Nick seemed to be sorting out his collection of eye masks. Seeing Tim coming, he stood up and shook hands with Tim.

"I've heard of you, Mr. Drake. How are you doing lately?"

"Not good." Tim bared his teeth and said, "The chaos in your universe is outrageous. I don't even know what is normal."

"You'll get used to it," Nick said.

Tim was choked again. He thought to himself, as the boss of this world's supernatural organization, shouldn't you explain it to me? What does it mean to get used to it? Is this something you can get used to?

"I came to you. Actually, I have one thing to ask of you." Nick put down the things in his hands, crossed his fingers on the table and said, "I know you followed Schiller to Los Angeles before, and I hope you can help me. Get something."

Tim heard the implication, so he sat across from him and asked, "What is it?"

"I will tell you only if you promise me."

"I don't understand, you have so many agents, why do you want to come to me?"

"Do I have a lot of agents?"

"Of course, those outside are not all...don't tell me, they are not actually your agents."

"They are, but do you know what month it is?"

"Uh, it's almost November, what's wrong?"

"Yes, it's almost November, which means it's almost the end of the year."

"……so what?"

"The agents have to write year-end reports."

"If you need to employ people, then exempt them from reporting."

"But their report was not addressed to me."

"ah???"

Tim then translated in his mind the series of German and Russian words he just heard, and found that the group of agents were really gathering together to discuss the year-end report.

One of them said: "Do you still remember the case in Tennessee? It should have been Vincent in your group who blew up the base, right? Is it okay for me to write like this? Or should I blame it on the Ten Rings Gang?"

"Don't write about Vincent. He was transferred back to the headquarters and is now my boss. If you want to say that he exposed his secrets two months ago when he was still in Tennessee, I think you can write about Angel under Garner. He recently jumped to Moscow. Already..."

"What about you? Didn't you go with him?"

"I was going back to Moscow, and my brother went back to Berlin. My brother's boss hasn't paid him wages for three months. Maybe we will meet in Moscow this year..."

"This year has been so bad. Our boss killed me more than 60 times before he was given half of last year's salary. By the way, have you heard that China is recruiting people? The wages they offer are quite high!"

"Stop making trouble. We are all white. It doesn't matter if we go back to Berlin, Moscow, Los Angeles or Washington. But there are yellow people over there. If you go there, you will reveal your secret..."

The amount of information in this paragraph is so large that it directly burns Tim's CPU.

"Tim...Tim?! Timothy!!"

Tim woke up suddenly and said in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Nick made a gesture and said: "The most I can give you is this number. Don't think it's too little. The business has been bad recently. I've sent all the extra manpower back to Berlin. This is because you are a relative's child." …”

Tim didn't notice what gesture he made. He just asked again: "I can work for you, but you have to tell me what's going on."

"What's going on?"

"What the hell is going on with this damn universe, this damn earth, and these damn organizations!!!" Tim shouted in collapse.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The three people in the office turned their heads at the same time. Nick said: "Please come in!"

A tall man walked in holding a folder.

Tim stood up suddenly.

This is the agent who kidnapped him! ! !

The man was obviously stunned when he saw Tim, but his eyes went beyond Tim and landed on Nick. He took a few steps forward with the folder and smiled sheepishly.

"Boss, this is this year's year-end report. I think I should write one for you, for the sake of the year-end bonus."

Nick took it and took a look at it and said, "I knew it was the right decision to hire you. Your professionalism is admirable, but you didn't just come to me to tell me this, right?"

"Yes, I just want to say sorry to you. Moscow has arranged other work for me, and I will have to leave for Europe in February next year..."

Before Nick could say anything, Tim asked first: "Moscow? Why haven't I heard that SHIELD has a headquarters in Moscow?"

The man was stunned again, and then said: "SHIELD has no headquarters in Moscow. There is only the Russian National Security Agency in Moscow."

Tim was also stunned, and the two of them stared at each other for dozens of seconds.

“So you’re a Russian spy???”

"That's an awful thing to say," the man said.

Just when Tim thought he was going to defend himself, the man said to himself: "First of all, I am a spy sent by the FBI to SHIELD, and then I am a Hydra spy recruited by the FBI. Secondly, I I am a spy sent by Moscow to Hydra, and I am about to become a spy sent by Moscow to Hydra, sent by the FBI to S.H.I.E.L.D., and then transferred by S.H.I.E.L.D. to work at Hydra headquarters. "

Tim's CPU burned again.

"So you are a four-sided...er, five-sided, five-sided spy?!"

"It's not calculated that way." The man waved his hand and said, "Have you ever played connect-the-dots? Being undercover in Hydra is the same as being undercover in SHIELD, so they are both eliminated, and being undercover in SHIELD under the order of the KGB is no different from being in the KGB, so they are both eliminated, and the only valid ones left are the FBI and Hydra, so I'm actually just a double agent."

Tim's head was a little fuming.

The man showed a look of "Why are you so stupid?", and then seemed impatient to continue discussing with him, and said, "Boss, this time when Moscow transferred me back, I was also undercover in Hydra. Do you think I should report it to the FBI and let them give me the same task, so that I can get another salary."

"That's no problem, but don't forget to 'pay taxes'."

"Don't worry, I have to trouble the comrades in the information technology department to help me with my identity..."

"Okay, 20% hidden tax, 5% information modification fee, everyone is in a recession recently, so I won't ask for more."