Chapter 2924: Leisure Time (5)

"Sometimes I think you are like an old lady, but sometimes I think I am older than you." Pamela cut the steak with the tip of her knife, poked that small piece of meat with a fork, and continued: "I always feel tired, don't want to do anything, don't have such strong action and such good energy..."

"If you weren't so lustful, I think this situation would be better." The beautiful red-haired female agent sitting opposite her picked up her wine glass and took a sip. She beckoned to the waiter next to her, asking him to change an ice bucket.

Pamela put the steak into her mouth, hmm-ed enjoyably and said: "Still thanks to you, lady. I haven't come to such a high-end restaurant to eat for a long time."

"If you say these things to Doctor Shiler, he would be happy to treat you." Natasha leaned her body back slightly, put down her wine glass and started to eat. She forked the slippery oyster with a fork, looked up and said: "Nick asked me to keep an eye on you, but I guess he meant for me to keep an eye on you, don't let you harm his tender little lambs."

"I'm not that unpicky either."

"The female agents of S. H. I. E. L. D. are all very beautiful."

Pamela showed a hesitant expression, but still gave Natasha a bright smile and said: "Must not be as beautiful as you, lady."

Natasha didn't have any expression of being offended. She just supported her head with her hand and said: "Many people care about the relationship between me and the previous Black Widow. They made many outrageous guesses, including that we are actually lovers."

"What do you think?" Pamela asked.

Natasha shook her head and said: "Girls from the Red Room actually can't understand relationships purely out of emotion. In our view, maintaining friendships, lovers, and marital relationships is all to get intelligence. People are only divided into two types for us: those with value that need to be approached, and those without value that don't need to be ignored."

"But you are obviously not that simple." Pamela said: "I think I have some value to you. After all, I come from another universe and have the power of the Green. You can sleep with Iron Man for intelligence, so naturally you can sleep with me for intelligence. Gender is not within your consideration."

"Theoretically, it is like this."

"Then there must be something outside the theoretical scope." Pamela looked away and thought: "Nick gave an order for you to handle me, so the simplest way is to take me to bed. I believe you have the confidence that my interest in you won't fade so quickly. Before I leave, I will definitely be entangled by you."

"That's not wrong." Natasha nodded again.

Pamela asked curiously: "Then why not?"

"I have to see what I can harvest." Natasha said: "First of all, I am not a lesbian. I can't distinguish whether women have sexual value to me, so sleeping with you itself, I am afraid, cannot provide me with any spiritual and physical enjoyment."

"Is it okay to sleep with Iron Man?"

"Before sleeping with him, I didn't know he couldn't." Natasha said very bluntly: "And I think he might not be unable, just too nervous, didn't perform well."

"Really?" Pamela said suspiciously.

"I have seen quite a few men. I can still figure this out in this regard. I don't know why, Tony Stark is always a bit nervous when facing me. Maybe some people's danger intuition is stronger than others."

"Then what else?"

"Nick is my boss now. I work for him, he pays me. It seems very reasonable, but how many people in this world really want to go to work?"

"Aren't you a professional agent?"

"When I was in the Soviet Union, I was very professional because my ideal was to build a beautiful motherland. If I came to the United States and was still very professional, then what is my ideal? The enemy of building a beautiful motherland?"

Pamela was speechless for a moment.

"So you execute tasks in the United States, and you have to pick whether the other party suits your taste?"

Natasha nodded and said: "In fact, the vast majority of agent tasks in this world don't have to be completed by seduction. If this is the case, why did they turn me into a modified person?"

Pamela also felt that it made sense. Natasha herself was already very beautiful. If they just wanted her to do seduction work, there was no need to conduct human experiments on her at all. Isn't Black Widow famous for her brutal force?

"Then have you picked any satisfactory ones?" Pamela asked gossipingly.

"To talk about appearance, Tony is actually not bad." Natasha smacked her lips, recalled and said: "He is the type I like more among the older ones. As for the young ones... Spider-Man is not my dish, he is a bit too pure. The new recruits of S. H. I. E. L. D. look at me like seeing a ghost, it's really boring."

Natasha was a bit bored and fiddled with the fork, but suddenly she seemed to have remembered something and said: "Before, I saw a guy called Nightwing in the Battleworld game. His figure was quite hot, and he was also the kind of repressed type I like. I was hoping that this Battleworld could queue to him..."

Pamela almost sprayed a mouthful of wine.

"Then what about Batman?" Pamela asked.

"Just a dish." Natasha shrugged and said: "Batman is indeed very hot, but I estimate I can't beat him, so I can only taste the flavor. Of course, I heard that Nightwing is Batman's adopted son. If the father and son together..."

Natasha licked her lips, and Pamela hurriedly drove away the various pictures that appeared in her mind.

"Then you'd better not think about it. I estimate you can't even handle Batman. I'm afraid he won't be serious with a troublesome woman like you."

"Then how did Damian come?"

"You know quite clearly." Pamela said angrily after taking a sip of wine: "Talia is not as difficult as you, at least she won't want the father and son..."

"How do you know she doesn't want to?" Natasha said something shocking again. She said: "She is definitely the type who would think so. Otherwise, you can ask her next time. If she soaked Batman, she would definitely want to soak his son..."

Pamela was skeptical, but decided not to discuss this topic with Natasha anymore, otherwise she would definitely have nightmares tonight.

"I have already promised Nick to do plant experiments in his laboratory. He is very interested in plants that can hit people. Do you think he is really interested, or is he just being polite for Doctor Shiler's sake?"

"I think he must be really interested." Natasha said.

"Why do you say that?" Pamela was curious. Natasha usually wouldn't speak in such an absolute tone. Since she said so, she had strong evidence.

"Because modern American law cannot judge plants as guilty." Natasha analyzed: "This is different from pets. Pets bite people, and pet owners must bear the responsibility of poor care. If someone is hit by an unconscious plant, then the person who threw the plant will also be judged guilty."

"But if the plant itself has consciousness, runs out of the ground and hits someone, then judges and juries can't find a precedent for this case, so they must make a brand-new ruling."

"Yes, but they can still judge."

"No, they can't, because the person who proposed the euthanasia treatment for pets that hurt people is still being scolded by animal protectionists until now. That was decades ago when information was not developed. Do you think if they judge plants as guilty, what will plant protectionists do to them?"

"Can't they judge the plant owner for poor care?"

"Then vegetarians have something to say." Natasha tapped the table lightly and said: "They will say that they have made great sacrifices and contributions to environmental protection, and they cannot bear more responsibility for taking care of the cabbage in their own refrigerator."

Natasha sighed lightly and said: "Judges and juries want to make such a judgment, and they offend those who are good at making things big. They will stir up three points even if they are unreasonable, let alone if they are reasonable?"

"So Nick must be sincerely supporting your experiment. As long as the man-eating plant cultivation is successful, he can let the cabbage go to beat those old opponents who cut his funding, but the judge cannot judge him guilty."

Pamela rolled her eyes and said: "He is so petty? Didn't you feel that the future is hopeless following such a leader?"

"On the contrary, just because he is stingy and petty, the salary he pays me can support me to take you to such a restaurant to eat." Natasha looked at the luxurious decoration of the restaurant and said: "Although he always doesn't give holidays, talks about insufficient funds every day, and wants us to die dozens of times a year to help him reimburse, he is quite generous to the people under him."

Pamela nodded and said: "I hope he is like this to me too. I am indeed a bit short of money."

"But the banknotes used in the two universes are different. Are you planning to exchange them for precious metals? Do you have a channel to sell them?"

"I am also considering this problem." Pamela's face became more serious, she touched her chin lightly and said: "Although the security situation on our side has improved a lot, it is not difficult to find a second-hand dealer, and I am not afraid of black-eating-black, but the price will definitely not be very good these days."

Natasha forked a tomato in the salad and said: "In the case of an economic crisis, you have to consider liquidity more. The collection volume of black market dealers will definitely not be very large. You may have to find several to eat your goods, but the risk is greater if there are more people."

"Do you know where most of the FBI's extra money comes from? A better-sounding name is cracking economic crimes, and a worse-sounding name is black-eating-black. Those second-hand dealers who deal in precious metals and antiques are caught, and they run away after handing over the things, because the masters behind them have many of these things that are not legitimate, so they can only eat a dumb loss."

"If you take the illegal trading channel, once you are caught by the FBI, the second-hand dealer will not protect the goods for you. Once confiscated, it is a heavy loss."

Pamela's face began to climb with worry again. She said: "Even in the era when Gotham gangs were rampant, I didn't deal with them much, and I really couldn't find any reliable channels."

"Then don't exchange this kind of goods." Natasha suggested: "Exchange for things that are at least not easy to be seized on the surface, and the FBI has no way to save or sell them if they are seized."

"For example?"

"Grain." Natasha said: "The FBI cannot do bulk product trading, because they have neither a place to store nor a channel to sell. If it is in batches, the unit price is too low, the movement is too big, and it is not worth their effort."

"In the background of the economic crisis, grain is hard currency. The only problem is whether you have a place to store it and whether you have a reliable channel to sell it."

Pamela suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said: "I know an undersea tunnel from Mexico to the US East Coast, which can completely avoid all searches by the Coast Guard and Self-Defense Forces, and Metropolis is now short of grain."

"Isn't this a coincidence?" Natasha smiled and said: "With the help of mutants, the Mexico in this universe is producing grain at an unprecedented yield. As long as you can convince Nick, this is much safer than precious metal trading." ===== CHAPTER 2925 =====