The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2672 Hollywood Rhapsody (3)

Chapter 2672 Hollywood Rhapsody (Thirty)

Strange felt something pressing against his waist and abdomen. He didn't know when the female agent had gotten behind him. She put one arm around his neck and rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Where is the secret order?"

Strange took Natasha's hand in his, turned to look at her and said, "Is this important to you?"

"I've been keeping an eye on him for a month!" Natasha's tone became increasingly hostile.

Strange had no doubt that the muzzle of the gun would leave bruises on his waist, but he said calmly: "First tell me who Hydra is. Maybe he is my enemy."

Natasha's arms stiffened. She said, "I think you are asking even though you already know the answer. If you didn't know them well, how could you be so accurate in catching them?"

"I may have had dealings with them, but it was an accident. Where were you six years ago?"

"What does this have to do with you?"

"Six years ago, the leader of the Manhattan District was killed. Do you know who did it?"

Natasha frowned, but Strange said, "It seems that your confidentiality level is not high enough, or someone has erased the traces. In any case, you will meet him sooner or later."

"It looks like it's going to be a big problem." Natasha said carefully: "Is there anything you can remind me of, sir?"

Natasha was just being polite, and Strange knew it. Right now, her mind was preoccupied with the Hydra that she had been chasing for more than a month, and the secret order that Strange now had in his hand.

"They don't believe you." Strange said, "Even though you came here from the Soviet Union more than ten years ago, you still can't get into the core circle. Not to mention Pierce, the director of SHIELD, you can't even touch the core of power in those departments."

Natasha's face turned cold. She stared at Strange and said, "Who are you?"

"If I tell you I'm a time traveler, you won't believe me. But I'm afraid I'm going to tell you something you won't believe."

"what?"

"One day in the future, there will be a man who convinces the world that he can revive the Soviet Union and even turn the whole world into a communist. What do you think the world will be like on that day?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Natasha frowned and said, "The Soviet Union collapsed a long time ago. Are you a caveman who has lived for millions of years?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean he's really dead. You know best whether he's really dead or not."

Natasha was a little shaken, but still looked at Strange suspiciously, loosened her hand, walked over to sit opposite him, ordered a glass of wine and said, "You'd better come up with some convincing evidence..."

Strange smiled and took something out of his pocket. Natasha slowly widened her eyes. Lying in Strange's palm was a red flag badge.

In order to make the US government believe that he had indeed communistized the whole world, Schiller stuffed a medal into the bags of almost all superheroes, except Stark, and of course Strange was also included.

"How could you have this?" Natasha took the Red Flag Medal, looked at it carefully, and found that the year of award and name were clearly printed on it.

“It’s true that this thing can be forged, but if you have never seen the real thing or don’t understand the manufacturing process at all, it’s impossible to make it look so similar.”

"This thing is fake." Strange admitted readily and said, "But you also know that the person who can forge such a thing cannot be completely unrelated to the Soviet Union. What I can tell you is that he has a real one in his hand."

"What's his name?"

"I can't tell you that."

"He is the one you talked about in the future... No, this is too crazy. No matter what he does, he can't make the whole world believe that he can revive the Soviet Union. It's impossible."

"Do you know Professor X?"

Natasha's eyes slowly widened. Obviously, even in this era, the two leaders of mutants were very famous.

"He made everyone believe that he had the ability to brainwash the entire world in an instant and that he was a Soviet remnant with firm beliefs."

"You said he made everyone believe it, which proves that he wasn't." Natasha grasped the key point and said, "If that's the case, why did he do this?"

"It may be related to the current situation, but it may also be for someone." Strange lowered his eyes and said, "For someone who seems to be betraying, but is actually trying to escape from the base camp of the real betrayer."

Natasha stared at him intently, as if she would shoot him in the head if Strange dared to say anything unorthodox again.

"I know you want to argue that you have no connection with that side for a long time and you only want to get your position in SHIELD, but you know what is going on."

"That's ridiculous," Natasha judged. "You mean, a man with such means convinced the whole world that he could revive the Soviet Union just for my position? Are you writing some ridiculous, childish romance novel?"

"You know this can't be for love." Strange smiled and said, "You are also a Soviet survivor. You know best whether there are other people like you in the world, and you know best what they think."

With just these words, Natasha clenched her fists, and the wine glass in her hand was almost broken by her. She finally gave up the pretentious posture of a beautiful female agent, poured the wine into her mouth in a somewhat savage manner and said: "It has been too long since we supported each other and were willing to sacrifice our lives for our common beliefs and each other's existence."

"Do you think you're the only one who hasn't forgotten this era?"

"Of course not." Natasha's lips were pursed until they were bloodless. She said in a self-destructive tone, "If you are someone sent by someone to test my loyalty or to trick me, I don't care, because you CIA or FBI know even better than I do how many such people there are in the world."

"How many people in the world who haven't forgotten are waiting in the darkness like me, waiting for a certain day to come. That day will come eventually, so you are afraid, panicked, and aggressive."

"You excluded me because you were deeply afraid. You have suffered great losses in the past, and even lost your life. You know that if there is one, there will be countless others."

"They are not scared enough." Strange said as if gloating: "When they even start to use you, you will know how scared they are."

Natasha seemed to have heard some big joke. She said, "Use me? Don't be ridiculous. They are afraid of me."

"But they will eventually be afraid of something else." Strange said lightly: "They are what you call soft-hearted Americans. In order to fight against a knife that could kill them, they would not hesitate to use another knife."

Seeing his confidence, Natasha became a little uncertain. She said, "Will that day really come? Are they crazy? Do they want to use a former Soviet agent?"

"They have actually gone mad a long time ago, but they have hidden their madness under their golden clothes. When the gorgeous appearance gradually disappears, the terrible hunger will drive them to ignore everything and eventually put a noose around their necks."

"Tell me more about that man," Natasha said. "At least you have to tell me what happened between us."

"There's nothing going on between you two, at least not right now, and if you want something to happen between you two, you have to do what I say."

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"This is not for me, but for you. You have to impress him so that he will be willing to do this for you, or at least be part of the reason why he does this."

Strange thought for a moment and then continued, "It's not easy for you to make him believe that you are a person of faith, because to some extent, he does have the ability to read minds, but if you really have faith in your heart, then you don't need to pretend, you just need to make him notice you."

Natasha narrowed her eyes.

"I'm not saying that you should sell your body. In fact, it's unlikely to succeed if you only sell your body. He is... I can't say he doesn't like women, but women who get too close to him usually don't end up well. Maybe you are the same. You'd better be prepared."

"What's the worst that can happen? Will I die?"

"Maybe it's a wish to die."

"I like it." Natasha laughed and said, "It seems that you have some skills to teach me how to attract his attention. This glass of wine is on me."

"Generous lady." Strange took out the small note from his arms and said, "To show my sincerity, I can give this to you first, but I advise you not to give this thing to anyone else, unless it is Nick Fury."

"That bald guy?" Natasha frowned slightly and said, "He's not very capable. Although he's close to Pierce, he never gets any chance to stand out. Do you think he has a future?"

"He has great potential. After dealing with him for a while, you will know that only his approach will work for S.H.I.E.L.D."

Natasha thought for a moment, put the note in her palm, looked at Strange coquettishly, and Strange's expression remained unchanged as he said.

"You're a good agent and a beautiful woman, and your tricks would work for most people, but he's not an ordinary person."

"Then who is he?"

"He's a natural kidnapper, so you just have to be a hostage."

The next morning, Strange woke up from his bed, but did not go to class immediately. Instead, he took out a radio he bought last night. After pressing his hand on it, magical energy enveloped the radio.

"Hello? Hello? Dormammu, are you there? Hello??"

A burst of chattering sound came, and Strange yelled towards the radio, "Wake up! Dormammu! Wake up!!!"

There was a roar over the radio, and Strange said, "It's me, the Sorcerer Supreme!"

The person on the other side yelled and got up.

But it seemed too early for him. He paused for a long time before reacting. A small black shadow came out of the radio and looked Strange up and down.

Strange clapped his hands and said, "Don't try to trick me. Time is not linear for you. You know who I am. Don't tell my teacher yet. I have something serious to talk to you about."

Dormammu showed a look of disdain, but nodded despite the fact that Strange had given him a discount.

"Do me a favor and I'll give you a big gift when I get back." Strange said, "Find out where the Asgard fleet is, especially where the team led by Thor is now."

Boomerang, dart will hit the target!