But Zhao Ming returned to the apartment dejectedly, sat on the sofa and fell into deep thought.

Alas! It’s a shame that I claim to be a Marvel fan, but I can’t even remember such an important plot. I really want to beat myself up.

If only you were still in the original world, you could search online to find out where the Devil's Cube went.

If that doesn't work, go to the major video websites and review the previous movies, and you can finally find its whereabouts, right?

Eh...wait a minute, speaking of movies, I think I downloaded them once, right after I bought a new laptop. Then I forgot about it because I was busy with work and didn't have time to watch them.

"System, scan my apartment to see if anyone has installed surveillance cameras."

"Scanning...no surveillance equipment found."

Zhao Ming breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that SHIELD was not crazy enough to install surveillance cameras in other people's residences at will.

Now that it was safe, Zhao Ming hurriedly took out his laptop, placed it on the coffee table, connected the power supply, and pressed the power switch...

The boot time of just ten seconds, a wait that usually seems insignificant, feels so long now.

Speaking of which, this laptop has been modified by the Tinder system, and its performance has been improved a lot. I don’t know why, but the boot speed is slower than before. This cheating system is really unreliable.

The laptop finally got on the desktop, and when Zhao Minggang was about to open the file explorer and look for the movie he downloaded...

Ding dong

Doorbell rang.

Zhao Ming couldn't help but feel strange. Not many people knew that he lived here, so who could be here?

Zhao Ming was surprised when he walked to the video intercom and took a look.

Hold the grass, isn’t this the widowed sister?

If SHIELD wanted to find out about something from him, it should have sent Agent Coulson, whom he had met before. Now that he was directly sending a hot and sexy beauty to his door, could it be that he was trying to use a beauty trap on himself?

No matter what, I have the ability to read minds anyway, and my widowed sister has no superpowers, so it doesn't matter if I let her in.

"Hello?" Zhao Ming said through the intercom.

"Hi, my name is Natasha Rasman. I live next door to you. I just moved here today and wanted to say hello." Natasha expressed her intention.

"Okay, wait a moment." Zhao Ming quickly put the laptop into the system space and went to open the door.

Rasman...slow shit...what the hell kind of last name is this?

Zhao Ming opened the door and saw Natasha wearing a low-cut dress, holding a basket of snacks in her hand, looking at Zhao Ming with a smile on her face.

This size... so big...

If he hadn't known her true identity in advance, Zhao Ming couldn't guarantee whether he would be fascinated by her.

The great thing about the beauty trap is that sometimes even though you have suspicions, it is easy to selectively forget her identity in front of a beauty, and unknowingly relax your vigilance.

Zhao Ming couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. Natasha, who was good at observing, smiled even sweeter when she saw this.

"Ah, welcome, please come in." Zhao Ming quickly let Natasha in, "By the way, my name is Johnny Black."

"Let me guess, are you Chinese?" Natasha put down the basket, "Can you tell me your Chinese name? It feels a bit weird to call you by your English name."

"My Chinese name is 'Zhao Ming'. You guessed it right, I am indeed Chinese."

Natasha relied on her years of training and experience as an agent to take the initiative to cater to Zhao Ming. The two chatted happily and soon felt like they had met Zhao Ming too late.

Then, Natasha invited Zhao Ming into her room next door in the name of helping to repair the computer.

Then, Zhao Ming was playing with the computer in the living room, and Natasha went to take a shower by herself.

Zhao Ming quickly eliminated the minor glitch on the computer. However, since the owner was not here, it was difficult to leave on his own. Besides, Zhao Ming was somewhat looking forward to the subsequent scenes.

I saw a lot of people talking about the widowed sister on the Internet before. In fact, Zhao Ming didn't care at all. He didn't want to marry her anyway, he was just acting for the occasion. Everyone knew it.

After a while, Natasha came out wearing a bathrobe. Her red hair was spread over her shoulders. The front of the bathrobe was held up high by two hemispheres. A deep ravine extended from her neck down until she was bathed.

The belt of the robe prevented it.

"Has the computer been repaired?" Natasha asked softly beside Zhao Ming.

An alluring fragrance went straight into Zhao Ming's nose. Through the corner of his eyes, Zhao Ming saw the outline of the hemisphere. It was gathered together but not scattered, straight but not drooping. It was exactly the style he liked. It should not be worn below the waist.

The description part sparked an immediate reaction.

"Uh...fix...it's fixed." Zhao Ming couldn't help but swallowed a few more mouthfuls of saliva.

In order not to make Natasha suspicious, Zhao Ming pretended to be a young brother, and his face turned red for a rare moment.

"Ah, thank you so much. You helped me a lot." Natasha turned around and kissed Zhao Ming on the face. "There is an important document in it that I will use tomorrow."

The soft lips pressed against his face, and the warm and moist feeling made Zhao Ming's heart flutter again.

Okay, this honey trap is real, then... let's go ahead with it.

(Omit 5,000 words here)

When Zhao Ming woke up the next day, Natasha had already left. Only a few long red hairs on the pillow reminded Zhao Ming that what happened last night really happened.

I have to admit that the figure of the widowed sister is really great, and it still reminds Zhao Ming of it. Unfortunately, this kind of good thing will never happen again. After a 'fight' last night, Zhao Ming pretended to be obsessed with Natasha.

He looked like he was lying down and answered all her questions.

Of course, Zhao Ming turned on his mind reading this time. In fact, most of the information given to Natasha was her own brainstorming and help to come up with it, but it was just spoken through Zhao Ming's mouth. Of course, Zhao Ming himself

Also added some less important facts.

In this way, Natasha will not doubt the authenticity of this information, at least not until the effect of the guidance wears off.

Zhao Ming conveniently put the few red hairs into the system space and left the room.

It's of little use now, but after the system unlocks new features in the future, the widow's genes may also come in handy.

Nick Fury was in his office, flipping through the latest information on Zhao Ming that Natasha had just printed out, frowning and asked: "It seems we haven't gained much, right? We still don't know where he hid the armor.

?”

"Yes, he told me everything else, except for this, he avoided my question." Natasha replied, "Looking back now, he seems to have figured out my identity."
Chapter completed!