Natasha looked at the female leader on the screen who had taken off her coat, was wearing underwear and was hugging and kissing a man, and she couldn't help but observe it carefully again.
Then, she had to nod: "It's true that I'm a little old, and my freckles are so heavy that I can't restore them even with maintenance."
Luke raised his finger and tapped the legs of his glasses. The yellow polarized glasses he was wearing cast another light screen: "I mean that guy."
The screen projected a formal identity document with a half-length portrait of the man: "Daniel de Cobre, a noble baron, and this lady is his wife, Anna de Cobre, who has been married to him for half a year, a proper baroness."
"Is there something wrong with this Baron?" Natasha became interested. This kind of character sounded very interesting.
Looking at the identity information, she exclaimed, "This baron is also a scientist. He has a high-energy physics research laboratory in the suburbs of Paris. Well, he even has a particle accelerator. He is indeed very rich."
There is no need to say anything else.
Most of the big bosses of Hydra have a high social status, and the title of baron is also in line with the taste of this ancient organization.
A scientist baron with an advanced laboratory, this is a big suspicion.
Natasha: "Do you want to check his lab?"
Luke: "That's a must. But don't worry, listen to what these two are saying."
The result was a bit surprising to both of them.
The conversation between the couple was unremarkable, just a husband who was alone in his empty room complaining to his wife who was out playing around whenever she had nothing to do.
What's even more flattering is that after the Baron was given two blowjobs by the Baroness, he obediently went back to play by himself. He was extremely obedient.
Natasha was full of suspicion: "This guy... Why does he look so much like the fool I met during the mission? He doesn't seem very smart."
Luke was a little speechless: Is licking the slut popular in France? Well, this is not popular in the romantic country. It must be called true love.
But soon, their eyes lit up.
Suddenly, an Asian man in a white suit appeared from behind the Baroness, who had taken off all her clothes except her underwear, and put a samurai sword to her throat.
The silver blade, the towering wheat-colored chest, and the black underwear form a harmonious picture.
Natasha couldn't help but whisper in her heart: Here it comes, the real show is finally here.
The Baroness fought back, and then the Asian man in the white suit grabbed the hand holding the spike. At this time, their faces were only five centimeters apart.
Their breathing was heavy, their eyes were fixed on each other, their bodies didn't move much, but their arms were shaking slightly, and they were strengthening each other.
When Luke felt that it would be unfair to not kiss each other in this standard posture, the Asian man pushed the Baroness away and said, "McCallum said that if your husband is intimate with you, let me kill him."
The Baroness laughed. "It was Macallan who asked me to marry him. Besides, after being intimate with him, he worked more actively, which is good for our plan, isn't it?"
As she spoke, she walked to the side, opened the closet, and searched for clothes inside: "What are you doing again, spying on me?"
The Asian man sheathed his knife, a half-smile on his face: "If I really wanted to spy on you, how could I let you know? You are my most outstanding student."
The Baroness, with her back to him, smiled and unfastened the buckle on her back, revealing the full curve of her back.
The Asian man's eyes flashed: "I will go with you to retrieve the warhead, and we will set off after dawn." Then he turned and left.
The Baroness turned her head and watched his back disappear through the door, snorting softly.
In the warehouse over here, two onlookers were watching with great interest.
"This conversation contains so much information." Natasha said with a sigh, "The Baroness obeyed Macallan's orders and married the Baron. Then Macallan sent this Asian man to monitor her. This female apprentice seems to have some unclear emotional entanglement with her master. My God, is this a love ethics drama?"
Luke glanced at her and said, "It's okay. You can write the script yourself, but you don't have to tell me. Let's get down to business now."
Natalie nodded regretfully, feeling sad for the entertainment gossip time she had just lost: "If it's not a coincidence, McCarron should be James McCarron, the CEO of Mars Industries."
Luke: "This is consistent with our previous speculation. The CEO himself leaked the information and let Cobra snatch the "warhead". He can still get funds and support from NATO while crying thief."
Natasha pulled up a light screen and took a look. "A week ago, this CEO attended a secret meeting at the NATO Weapons Command Center. He has not been seen since then. All matters are handled remotely via Mars Industries' own satellite, so his location cannot be determined."
Luke nodded in affirmation: "This is very cautious, a bit like a villain boss."
Natasha was speechless for a moment, and could only take the initiative to ask: "Who should we attack first?"
Luke rubbed his chin, looking at the information on the screen thoughtfully. After a moment's consideration, he said, "Didn't the Baroness and the Asian man say they were going to grab the warhead tomorrow? We can just follow and watch."
Natasha: ... So you still haven't forgotten your plan to rob the robbers
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The next night, an extremely fierce battle broke out at a secret military base in a desert in Egypt.
Luke and Selina watched the whole process.
The Baroness and the Asian man, with a group of iron-faced soldiers, quietly broke into the base without any intention and carried out a perfect secret infiltration.
The reason why it was half time was because when they got the missiles, they were still discovered.
The two sides fought a fierce battle in the secret base. In the end, the Baroness and the Asian man, the master and apprentice, stayed behind again so that their men could cover their retreat. The two of them got on a personal aircraft and ran away with the box containing the warhead.
The Baroness's posture of ascending to heaven with the box in one hand and holding her master's thigh in the other fully demonstrated the strength of her Qilin Arm that she had practiced for many years.
Natasha didn't pay much attention to her, but frowned as she watched those being eliminated: "This kind of iron-faced soldier... doesn't seem to be difficult to make?"
Luke confirmed her concerns: "At least they are several levels lower than Tony's big toys. In the past few years, Mars Industries has obtained billions of euros in supplies and funds from the European Union under the pretext of preventing superheroes and aliens. It is not difficult to manufacture two or three hundred of these iron-clad soldiers."
Natasha's eyes flashed, and she couldn't help wondering whether the Avengers and the new SHIELD could get a group of such soldiers.
As long as we get dozens of iron-faced soldiers to charge into battle and take the lead in blocking the mines, the safety of the official members can definitely be greatly improved.
Both the eldest son and Phil have no shortage of money.
There are plenty of bad guys who can be used as cannon fodder, the only thing missing is the control technology.
Luke glanced at her and said, "Don't think too much about the future. Now we have to keep an eye on them and see what they want to do."