Stand User in Marvel Universe

Had it not been for knowing exactly how much she had done and how many listeners and pinhole cameras she had installed everywhere during that period, perhaps Dior could have really been deceived.

Otherwise, women are naturally acting, not to mention the fact that she was the only one who stood out in her years of espionage, agent career, and naturally had a few points to make.

And yet Dior is no worse. How can you ignore me when I'm with you?

“Thank you for waiting. These are some new dishes I've developed for Miss Carrie. ”

Dior's mouth immediately curled slightly and his face flashed with an unspeakable smile.

Open the lid and smell the nose, but these dishes are extremely odd to sell.

A total of three dishes, tomato fried mooncakes, pumpkin fried bananas and fried crispy horns!

Exactly, these three dishes were once shocked by countless internet friends and were celebrated as the third of the 10 most bizarre recipes on campus!

Tomato fried mooncakes are really fried with tomatoes and mooncakes...

Pumpkin fried bananas are also really fried with pumpkins and bananas...

And Blitzkrieg, yes, you heard me correctly. Blitzkrieg was the one I bought at the supermarket! Crispy, horn!

Dark food, online!

Some really expected 'Carrie' frowned tightly as soon as she saw these dishes selling.

“These... what are they? Are you sure you can eat it? ”

“Of course, this is a few dishes that have been newly developed in our shop and are not available to the average Guest. ”

‘Carrie' would love to say if you could give me something that the average Guest could eat, but she stopped talking, and she naturally had her own assignment to come here, and in fact, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been monitoring this place for half a month.

As early as half a month ago, after extensive stalking and scrutiny, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents eventually targeted a man with a peaked cap and mask who could not see through surveillance equipment at several of the crime scenes.

Thereafter, the ‘Dior's Fantasy Restaurant' was locked, and although Dior had been careful enough, he had been captured by several surveillance cameras, which could not be helped. He was not a professionally trained agent, much less had any criminal experience before, and it had been difficult to cause a certain amount of trouble for S.H.I.E.L.D. 's scrutiny.

Having established Dior's connection to the abandoned factory massacre, S.H.I.E.L.D. was originally prepared to arrest him directly, even if the invisible monster was not him or had nothing to do with him, and S.H.I.E.L.D. was so dominant.

Before the operation, however, S.H.I.E.L.D. found that the small, less eye-catching restaurant actually hosted some well-known, upscale people every day, which could have a very negative impact if caught.

So the direct arrest was changed to covert surveillance, and then all the information about Dior was quickly placed on someone's desk.

Soon, the magic about the restaurant was investigated, adding to their suspicion that Dior, who runs the restaurant, is likely to possess magical abilities.

And it could still be a very unnegligible therapeutic ability!

A black egg immediately moved his mind, and Coulson, who had recently been flying around because of Tony's kidnapping, handed over the next job directly to Natasha, who had just finished her last job.

With experienced black widows in charge, everyone is assured, including Natasha herself.

In her view, testing a 20-year-old bloodthirsty guy, she could quickly take them down. Beauty has always been a tool for female agents to accomplish their tasks, and the image of the target is outstanding. Even if it's a little cheap to occupy, Natasha feels fine.

It was only after a thorough investigation and planning that today's action became possible.

Everything was going smoothly and the other party seemed unprotected. Although she had not found anything suspicious during the search, she had arranged high-end equipment, such as wiretaps, to ensure that the other party's actions in the restaurant were within surveillance. All she had to do was check that the other party's food was so magical that she could leave.

But the problem deviates from this step...

Natasha, alias' Carrie ', persuaded Dior with great confidence to put the food in her mouth with disgust.

Huh?

It doesn't taste as bad as I thought.

Natasha was relieved by the stark contrast between extremely poor selling looks and fairly good flavors.

“It's not as good as the survey report says. Is that my problem? ”

Natasha was sorry as she swallowed the food in her mouth, one by one.

And these dishes are naturally expected by Dior. If it wasn't for the addition of [pearl jam], it would be difficult to swallow her now, forcibly raising the value of the dishes by two levels!

The reason for doing so stems from a little discomfort in Dior's heart, and if the other person stays honest, maybe these dishes won't come out yet.

As to whether or not to fool around with ordinary dishes, Dior himself had been involved, but he thought, since S.H.I.E.L.D. people had appeared to him brightly and positively, that basically meant they knew everything, and it was impossible to hide information about the effects of treatment, which he knew for himself.

So now that we have to face it, nature needs to show its importance and gain initiative for the conversation that follows.

He won't work for S.H.I.E.L.D. anyway, so don't even think about it.

But besides that, some mutually beneficial cooperation is not unthinkable. He needs a lot of wealth to come to Krypton Gold, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. thief Nima has money. Does this fat sheep keep it for the New Year if they don't kill meat?

Just when both of them were hiding their thoughts about their own things, they realized that Natasha had finished her meal and that there were still a lot of three dishes left, something that the Guests had never done before.

“Not appetite, Miss Carrie. ”

“Tastes good. I've never had such a novel dish before, but it doesn't seem to be what Jenny described...”

In the talking room, Natasha suddenly changed her face, kicked over the table, and the unfinished food spilled over with a crisp cracking sound.

When she reappeared in Dior's field of view, a small pistol pointed straight at his head.

“What did you put in there? ”

The severe strangulation in her abdomen made her almost unstable, and she didn't realize that her forehead was covered with fine sweat beads, but despite this, the tenacity she had developed over a long period of time through a large number of tasks kept her gun arm from trembling at all!