Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 711 Violet and Bergamot

"You still smell like blood. Even though you've changed your clothes, I can smell it." She moved closer, her hot breath slapping Salomon's ear, "Don't forget, I am the strongest Agent."

Even though Salomon changed into a spotless suit and put on a scarlet vine rose tie with a black background, she could still smell the gunpowder smoke sticking to his skin.There are also dried blood stains left in the knuckle lines, even though they are only some small brown fragments, they were discovered by her subconscious detection action.She would definitely not recognize it as something like rust, and she was quite familiar with blood.Romanoff easily came to a conclusion that was not supported by strong evidence, but she knew she was right

"You really opened my eyes. Although I was mentally prepared, I underestimated the limits of ordinary people."

The mystic nodded contentedly.

Agent Romanov’s intelligence gathering capabilities exceeded his expectations. Even if the S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence network was burned, she could still find out the information she wanted by her own means. This skill and way of thinking is timeless and invaluable. Worth learning for all intelligence workers.The wrist watch presented by Romanov was placed in front of her, while the earrings presented by Salomon had already been hung on Natasha's ears, which seemed to match her dress very well.

"This time you won. The winner usually gets the spoils. What do you want to show this information, Natalia Romanova?"

Natasha raised her head proudly and stood up with a smile on her face. She twisted up the expensive handbag and walked down the stairs of the jewelry store without looking back.The color of her etheric body changed so strangely that the mystic wondered if there was something wrong with Agent Romanov's split mind.

"You are too straightforward, Mr. Pendragon." The manager said slowly, "I will pack and deliver the jewelry you need later. Also, I suggest you put on this watch before going to save the situation. It works better that way.”

Salomon glanced at him.

"If you want to solve the problem completely, I suggest you order a diamond ring. Like the earrings you ordered by text message before, they all belong to Tiffany's legendary jewelry designer Elsa Peretti's platinum and diamond series. The shape is simple and suitable for everyday wear. No Are you satisfied? Then I recommend the BLUE BOOK series of high-end jewelry to you, which is suitable for important occasions such as dinner parties. If you need to propose marriage... But I still want to persuade you." The manager raised his eyebrows and showed him his left hand, " A marriage proposal can solve the problem for a while, but then the long pain is on your own.”

The mystic looked at the manager in surprise, "Why do you talk so much today?"

"Because you are our distinguished guest, Mr. Pendragon."

"Isn't it because of women that you spend money on jewelry?"

"This is also one of the reasons. After the economic crisis, we rarely see customers like you again." The manager smiled shyly, "The more you have female companions, the higher the sales of Tiffany, and I am in charge of Take care of your shopping needs...my son needs tuition and private school isn't cheap."

"You took more money out of my pocket than women, but you are a man." Salomon rolled his eyes and signed a few checks, "I'm in a hurry, do you know where to send it? ,but……"

"Sure, of course, two different addresses." The manager made a zipping motion on his face, "I'm pretty good at keeping secrets, you can definitely trust me. The ring you need now will be delivered shortly , I promise I won't waste much time... What? You don't need a ring? Don't you plan to propose?"

"As you said, I will not make a decision that I regret for the rest of my life."

Salomon got up to leave the table and went down the stairs.

Natasha Romanoff loomed behind him, moving as gracefully as a heron even in her four-inch heels.Fifth Avenue, located in the heart of Manhattan, is still busy near sunset, and the shops on both sides of the main road are lit up.Just approaching the winter solstice, the orange-red sunlight reservedly paints the tops of tall buildings on both sides of the street.In a few days, the phenomenon of "hanging sun" across the whole island will come, when the whole street will be dyed red by the setting sun behind thin clouds.

"Just a few hours ago, there was an explosion at Pym Technology. The strange thing is that the explosion did not cause too much chaos. The local police discovered the abnormal behavior of the local gangsters while maintaining order." She picked up The handbag shook, proving to the mystic that he was not carrying a recording device. "They're all dead. The autopsy report showed that there were a lot of cold weapon wounds, and some high-caliber bullets that were very similar to those used by the androids you made. Do you have anything to say, big boy, why? To do this kind of thing? I don't want you to have any more conflicts with Stark."

"Because it is necessary."

"What about guilt?" She looked at Salomon as if she were a stranger, her eyes shining in the afterglow.The top notes of violet and bergamot are full of mature charm, wild and charming aroma, so the mystic can't help smelling more.

"The Only One, a rather rare fragrance."

The female spy smiled, "You can smell it! But don't change the subject just now."

"Okay, then I'll answer your question." They walked slowly, turned a corner, passed St. Patrick's Cathedral, and walked towards Madison Avenue.It's a very good idea to go for a walk under the sunset, everything slows down and it gives them more time to communicate.She listened carefully to everything Salomon said, not missing a single word.

"I can only assure you that people who shouldn't die are living well. From now on, the crime rate in that city will also decrease until the gun dealers refill the market." Finally Salomon made a promise , while not forgetting to ridicule the so-called "free world".

"I don't think you care about some mobster's life. Shouldn't you be more concerned about the gun market or the Second Amendment than holding me accountable?"

"I think that's a good suggestion, but why did you take me to the Lotte New York Palace Hotel?"

"I rented a room there for a long time, and that room belongs to you. It has a private bathroom, a minibar, and a big bed, and we can see the skyline from there." Before arriving at the hotel, Salomon kept There was silence.He didn't speak again until he took the elevator. "I've executed a lot of people with my own hands, Natasha," he said. "I had to completely confiscate the guns of several blocks in order to suppress the chaos in the shortest time. Some people just don't know the situation and want to protect themselves. But I still hurt them — probably broken bones, arthritis, concussions. The guilt is still there, but I don’t have a choice, and if I let it go it’s only going to hurt more people.”

"Are you atoning for the bombing?"

"So to speak, ma'am."

"Now you call me 'Madam' again?" The female spy raised her eyebrows, "We haven't entered the room yet, you fickle man! What are you going to call me after that, Madam? You must remind me Is it an age issue?"

"I haven't said anything yet!"

"Let me tell you first, this is a woman's privilege, a duplicity man!"

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)