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Chapter 141 You Are an Objective Existence
SHIELD.

Trident Building.

Inside the Director's Office.

Non-Chief Nick Fury was listening to Agent Hill's report as if he had gained something.

Besides Agent Hill, Black Widow Natasha also stood quietly at the desk.

"Is there still no information about his identity at all?"

Suddenly, Fiafury asked.

Agent Hill shook his head and said: "Even his name, Mrs. Ye, these two Chinese-pronounced words are all known from him. We don't know that his real names are Mrs. Li and Mrs. Wang." , or Justin Bieber, or Cristiano.

All the information about his identity has not been found. He seems to have suddenly appeared in Manhattan. Even before the appearance of hatred, no surveillance camera in the United States has photographed his appearance.

On a global scale, there is no one whose facial information is exactly the same as his. Director, we may consider that he is a mutant who has the superpower of transforming into a golden man and also has the ability to change his appearance. "

Fury fell into deep thought, and asked again: "This possibility is not ruled out, but it is not the only possibility...Did the mage ask?"

Agent Hill smiled wryly: "I asked, but they are still unwilling to communicate with us as always, and we know very little about them, but they still answered. They don't know this person, let alone theirs."

Fury stopped asking Agent Hill, and instead asked the silent Black Widow: "Natasha, what about the group of people you were in charge of contacting him? Didn't you get any information out?"

The widow shook her head and said: "This person is very mysterious, and it's hard to figure out what his true character and purpose are. He is an out-and-out superhero in front of the screen, but according to my contact with him, his Personality is extremely bad and indifferent.

Not just me, but other agents who came into contact with him can ask him for his name at most, and if he is lucky, he can even sign his name, but he never communicates with people in depth. "

Fury frowned, and said: "Never communicate with people in depth? Don't you have a superficial friend? Then how could he contact the New York Times?"

The widow replied: "On the night when the hatred appeared, he took the initiative to find a New York Times trainee reporter Matthews, but I got in touch with that little fat man, and he also didn't know Mrs. Ye. Even after the interview, Mrs. Ye Don't answer his calls anymore."

Fury nodded, thought for a while, and said: "Know his range of activities, don't let this mysterious person with extraordinary abilities out of our sight, maybe you can consider communicating with him directly in the name of the official."

The widow was silent for a while, and said: "I feel that he may have known that we were spying on him, but he didn't show too much resistance. As for the scope of his actions, he has never been out of Manhattan. At this moment..."

Speaking, the widow looked at the phone, then raised her head and said: "At this moment, he is just like usual, sitting in a corner of a coffee shop in the black area, reading a newspaper."

"It's so relaxing..."

Fury shook his head with a chuckle, and said: "Then call the negotiators, let's organize a formal exchange with him in an official name."

But the widow said: "Director, wait a little longer."

"kindness?"

Fury raised his head and looked at Black Widow, wondering what this god-level agent meant.

The widow thought for a while, and said: "I now feel that he may have known my identity from the very beginning when he saw me, so he can behave so badly. Give me another chance to communicate with him alone. My feeling is that I don’t like to be passive, but I like to take the initiative in communication, so I tried the anti-customer contact method at first, which may have aroused his resentment, this time I tried to go to him directly.”

"can."

For the judgment of an agent of the level of the Black Widow, Fury usually would not have any doubts, so he easily nodded in agreement.

He continued: "But what is your identity this time? An agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., or the manager's secretary of the Times Building?"

Natasha smiled and said, "The identity of a SHIELD agent is too official."

……

Manhattan.

A small black community.

In a coffee shop called "Bareck".

Mrs. Ye sat in the corner, ordered a charcoal-roasted coffee and a Black Forest dessert, and quietly flipped through today's New York Times.

The warm sunshine shone into the ancient coffee shop, and a kind of faint yellow hit half of Mrs. Ye's face, which was very leisurely and comfortable.

Just like the old man next door who entered the old life ahead of time, in the clear air and sunny afternoon, sitting in the corner of an antique coffee shop, watching the New York Times, sometimes looking out the window in the basketball court, sweating Black coals.

"Hello, can I sit here?"

Suddenly, a magnetic female voice sounded.

Mrs. Ye raised her head and glanced at Natasha, who was wearing a small lady's suit, with wine red wavy hair, a protruding figure and a smile on her face.

He continued to look down at the newspaper and said, "What will happen to you if I say no?"

The widow smiled and sat opposite him, and said: "If you say no, I will come to you in another capacity."

Mrs. Ye knew what she meant, didn't it mean that if she couldn't strike up a conversation, she could only communicate with herself as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. with a group of younger brothers.

Mrs. Ye didn't speak, she still looked at today's newspaper and searched for words like "Iron Man", "Golden Man" and "Hulk" from it.

"Ma'am, what would you like to drink?"

At this time, a little black girl dressed as a waiter stepped forward and asked.

The widow smiled, looked at Mrs. Ye, and said, "Ask this gentleman, he treats you."

Seeing the waiter looking over, Mrs. Ye put the newspaper in her hand on the table, looked at the menu, looked up and said, "Have a cup of Tieguanyin tea and a donut with matcha flavor."

"OK, just a second."

The waiter wrote it down, then turned and left.

Mrs. Ye looked at the widow sister.

The widow looked at Mrs. Ye.

"The last two times I met you, you were not so gentlemanly." The widow smiled.

"I was only half-forced to buy you a cup of tea, why did you call me a gentleman?" Ye Tai asked in surprise.

"..."

The widow is speechless, when did the word gentleman become a curse word?
In the end, she put her hands on the glass tabletop, looked at Mrs. Ye with great interest, tilted her head, and said, "You are very interesting, but why don't you want to see me so much?"

Ye Tai thought about it, and said: "When I was chatting with you, the sturgeon in Alaska was jumping out of the water, the seagulls on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean were gliding across the coastline, and the Victoria Falls was spraying mist. I can even lie on the ground in East Africa right now. Looking up at the starry sky on the prairie, but I am sitting here chatting with you, do you know why?"

The widow frowned and thought for a while, looked at Mrs. Ye, and shook her head slowly.

Mrs. Ye explained indifferently: "Because in my opinion, you are much more interesting than these things, and you are the only person who sat across from me these days and made me willing to put down the newspaper and say a few words, so where do you read I don't want to see you anymore? Is this answer enough?"

"scoff~"

The widow couldn't help laughing, she shook her head and said, "But you treated me so badly the last two times, which seems to contradict what you're saying now."

Ye Taihe closed the newspaper in front of him, a little embarrassed: "This has something to do with the laws of the universe and some philosophical logic. It's hard for me to explain it to you for a while."

The widow looked at him quietly, and said: "You can just say it, I think I should be able to understand."

Ye Tai thought for a while, and said: "Well, I can tell you that when I said this, a star countless light years away was decaying, and at the same time a butterfly in Australia was flapping its wings , you can also understand that if the butterfly does not flap its wings, the star will not decay, do you understand me when I say this?"

The widow frowned deeply, and then said tentatively: "You mean if you had a different attitude towards me earlier, maybe we wouldn't be sitting here now, chatting peacefully, and even wanting to get to know each other better Now, what kind of person is the other party?"

Ye Tai nodded calmly and said, "You can also understand it that way."

The widow sister took the Tieguanyin from the waiter, took a sip, and said: "But last time I met you, you still treated me as if I didn't exist. If you had paid attention to me then, maybe we would have moved closer together. "

Mrs. Ye smiled and said: "From the point of view of physics and philosophy, you exist objectively. It's not that if I thought you didn't exist, you didn't exist. If I thought you existed at that time, you might not exist now. You are discussing with me. Existence and non-existence, it was the non-existence at that time that caused your current existence, so your non-existence is existence, understand? I don’t know if I don’t understand.”

It's almost gone.

Mrs. Ye actually didn't quite understand what she was talking about.

All these follow-up topics are completely the widow's imagination.

He just felt that he had left S.H.I.E.L.D. for a few days, and he could almost communicate with them in a more customer-oriented manner.

That's why he didn't chase people away directly and let the widow sister leave, but let her sit down and try to start a chat.

But the widow doesn't seem to come here as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., but she's still trying to chat with herself, trying to make herself put down her guard first, so that she can talk to her.

If that's the case, then I'll make you dizzy first, and then we'll see who is playing with whom.

(End of this chapter)