Chapter 2671

Strange felt his waist and abdomen being pressed by something. The female agent didn't know when she had circled behind him, one hand wrapped around his neck, her chin resting on his shoulder.

"Where is the order?"

Strange grabbed Natasha's hand with one hand, turned his head and looked at her and said: "Is this very important to you?"

"I've been watching him for a month!" Natasha's tone became more and more unkind.

Strange didn't doubt that the muzzle would leave a bruise on his waist, but he still said unhurriedly: "Tell me first who Hydra is, maybe they are also my enemies."

Natasha's arm stiffened. She said: "I think you are asking knowing the answer. If you didn't have some understanding of them, how could you catch them one by one?"

"I might indeed have dealt with them, but it was just an accident. Where were you six years ago?"

"What does this have to do with you?"

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

Natasha frowned, but Strange said: "It seems your security clearance is not high enough, or someone erased the traces. Regardless, you will meet him sooner or later."

"Looks like it will be a big trouble." Natasha deliberated and said: "Any reminders for me? Sir?"

Natasha was just being polite, and Strange also knew this. Now she was full of the Hydra she had been chasing for more than a month, and the order in Strange's hand now.

"They don't trust you." Strange said: "Even if you have been here from the Soviet Union for more than ten years, you have never been able to enter the core circle, let alone S. H. I. E. L. D.'s director Pierce, you can't even touch the power core of those few departments."

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

"I say I am a time traveler, you definitely won't believe it, but I'm afraid I'm going to say a piece of news you won't believe even more."

"What?"

"One day in the future, a person makes the whole world believe he can revive the Soviet Union by himself, and even turn the whole world red. What do you think the world will look like by that day?"

"What nonsense are you talking about." Natasha frowned and said: "The Soviet Union has long disintegrated. Are you some caveman who has lived for thousands of millions of years?"

"Yes, but this doesn't mean he is really dead. You know best whether he is really dead."

Natasha was a bit shaken, but still sized up Strange suspiciously, let go of her hand, walked to the opposite side of him and sat down, called for a drink and said: "You'd better produce some evidence that can convince people..."

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

Back then, in order to make the US government believe that he had indeed turned the whole world red, Shiler stuffed a medal into the bags of almost all superheroes, except for Stark. Of course, Strange also had a share.

"How could you have this?" Natasha took that red flag medal, looked at it carefully, and found that the year of issuance and the name were clearly printed on it.

"This thing can indeed be forged, but if you haven't seen the genuine product or don't understand the manufacturing process at all, it's impossible to forge it so similarly."

"This thing is fake." Strange admitted very readily and said: "But you also know that people who can forge this kind of thing and the Soviet Union can't be completely unrelated. What I can tell you is that he has a genuine one in his hand."

"What is his name?"

"This can't be told to you."

"He is the one you mentioned in the future... no, this is too crazy. No matter what he does, it's impossible to make the whole world believe he can revive the Soviet Union. This is impossible to do."

"Do you know Professor X?"

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

"He made everyone believe he had the ability to brainwash the whole world in an instant, and was a Soviet relic with firm faith."

"You said he made everyone believe, this just proves he isn't." Natasha grasped the key. She said: "Since this is the case, why does he want to do this?"

"Might be related to the situation, but it might not be for someone." Strange lowered his eyelids and said: "For someone who seems to have betrayed, but is actually escaping the base camp of the real betrayer."

Natasha's eyes stared at him, as if if Strange dared to say anything outrageous again, she would give his head a shot.

"I know you want to refute, you have long had no contact with that side, and only want to get your position in S. H. I. E. L. D., but what exactly is going on, you know in your heart."

"Too absurd." Natasha judged: "You mean, a person with such means makes the whole world believe he can revive the Soviet Union, just for your position? Are you writing some absurd and childish romance novel?"

"You know this is the only thing that can't be for love." Strange smiled and said: "You are also a Soviet relic, you know best whether there are other people similar to you in the world, and you also know best what they are actually thinking."

Just this one sentence, Natasha clenched her fists, and the wine glass in her hand was almost crushed by her. She finally gave up the posture of a beautiful female agent and poured the wine into her mouth somewhat savagely and said: "It has been too long since the era when we supported each other and were willing to pay our lives for our common faith and the existence of the other party."

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

"Of course impossible." Natasha's lips had no blood color. She said quite self-abandoningly: "If you are someone sent to test my loyalty or set me up, I don't care anymore, because your CIA or FBI even know better than me how many such people are left in the world."

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

"You exclude me, it's nothing more than deep fear, because you have suffered big losses, and even completely lost your lives. You know that as long as there is one, there will be countless."

"They are not afraid enough." Strange said as if schadenfreude: "When they even start to use you, you know how panicked they are."

Natasha seemed to have heard some great joke. She said: "Use me? Stop joking, they fear me like a tiger."

"But they will eventually be afraid of other things." Strange said easily: "They are the softie Americans in your mouth. In order to fight against a knife that might kill them, they don't hesitate to use another one."

Seeing him say it so definitely, Natasha was a bit uncertain. She said: "Will there really be such a day? Are they crazy? To use a former Soviet agent?"

"They are actually crazy long ago, just hiding this kind of madness under golden clothes. And when the gorgeous appearance gradually disappears, that kind of terrible hunger will drive them to ignore everything, and finally put a noose on their own necks."

"Let's talk about that person again." Natasha said: "At least you have to tell me what exactly is going on between the two of us."

"There is nothing between you two, at least not now, and if you want to have something between you two, you have to do as I say."

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

"This is not for me, but for you. You have to move him, so he will be willing to do so for you, at least it's part of the reason he does so."

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

Natasha narrowed her eyes.

"I'm not saying you should sell your sex appeal. In fact, even if you only sell your sex appeal, it's unlikely to succeed. He is a... I can't say he is not close to women, it's just that women who get too close to him usually don't have a good end. Perhaps you are the same, better be prepared."

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

"Might be seeking death but unable to."

"I like it." Natasha laughed and said: "Looks like you have some techniques to attract his attention to teach me. I'll treat this drink."

"Generous lady." Strange took that small note out of his bosom and said: "To express my sincerity, I can give this to you first, but I advise you better not think about handing this thing to others, unless it's Nick Fury."

"That black bald head?" Natasha frowned slightly and said: "He is not very capable, although he is close to Pierce, he has never found any opportunity to stand out. Do you think he has a future?"

"He has a great future. After dealing with him for a period of time, you will know that for S. H. I. E. L. D., only his set works."

Natasha thought for a moment, took the note into her palm, and looked at Strange with full amorous feelings. Strange's expression didn't change at all, and he said.

"You are a good agent, and a beautiful woman. Your set works for most people, but he is not an ordinary person."

"Then what kind of person is he?"

"He is a natural kidnapper, so you just need to be a hostage."

The next morning, Strange woke up from the bed in his residence, but didn't go to class immediately, but took out a radio he bought last night, pressed his hand on it, and magic energy wrapped the radio.

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

A burst of gibberish came, Strange roared at the radio, "Wake up! Dormammu! Wake up!!!"

A roar came from the radio, and Strange then said: "It's me, Sorcerer Supreme!"

The opposite side roared and got up.

But he seemed to have roared early, paused for a long time before reacting. A small black shadow drilled out of the radio, sizing up Strange.

Strange patted with his hand and said: "Don't give me that, time is not linear at all for you. You know who I am, don't tell the teacher first, I have serious business."

Dormammu revealed a look of disgust, but seemingly looking at the discount Strange gave him, he nodded.

"Do me a favor, I'll give you a big gift package when I go back." Strange said: "Find out where Asgard's expedition fleet is, especially where the small team led by Thor is now."