Stand User in Marvel Universe

Natasha knows that Dior is actually a bottom-line person, not an extremist who doesn't listen to others, and even when he doesn't bother him, he makes people feel extraordinarily good about him.

Otherwise, with his ability, there is no need to honestly open a restaurant to make money. The criminal law says so many channels and ways to make money quickly, but he still chooses a normal lifestyle, and even occasionally worries about the IRS coming to the door and worrying about some 'garlic peel' small things.

It's incredible, but it's true!

Even more ‘dirty' agents than they do, in fact, he's more like a living 'man'.

After listening to Natasha's reasons, Dior threw his reddish-faced Obadiah on the ground. He didn't have to do it anyway, and the old man with a bad stomach had nothing to do with it. Sending him to jail might be more cruel than killing him directly.

Natasha was relieved, after all, Obadiah was also a man with a face. Of course, living is worth more than dying, and as she said, what happened tonight was so big, it always had to be a statement to the public, so she quickly stepped forward and was ready to control people first.

But some people never saw the coffin without tears, only Obadiah, who fell on the ground and coughed so hard, secretly held something in his pocket like a remote control in his hand, and then pounced it against Dior, who had left him on his back, as if something in his hand had given him so much confidence!

“Careful! ”

Natasha's shouts and pistols were almost simultaneously in place.

But she's still a little slow, faster than she is... Dior!

“Ahhh! My hand!”

One arm fell directly on the floor, and the 'little thing' in his hand was still making some kind of weird frequency sound, irritating.

Obadiah, on the other hand, was screaming to escape, but Natasha, once careless, did not give him a second chance and pulled the trigger decisively.

The shot Obadiah was directly paralyzed by a strong current and completely fainted into the past.

In fact, as early as the moment he got up, Dior had already noticed, and by the time he jumped over, Dior had noticed something strange in his hand. To teach him a profound lesson, Dior stabbed himself with a knife and strapped the force of the ripples and cut off his whole arm!

At this time, Natasha also came with a gun. First, after checking that Obadiah was not in danger for the time being, she managed to stop the bleeding, then came to the broken arm, picked up the little thing that was no longer making any noise, and looked at it like a remote control and said:

“This is a sound wave weapon developed by Stark Industries, which can instantly paralyze targets if close to the ear, and is very concealed and effective, although for some reasons the Government has banned the use and development of such weapons.” Natasha explained, and then found the earplugs in Obadiah's ear, and this old guy was really cautious.

If he doesn't meet Dior, but someone else, maybe he really gets it.

It is true that such weapons should be banned, otherwise the crime rate is expected to increase dramatically once they are in circulation, something that is much more useful than a pistol or something, simply by pressing it so slightly on the target's ear, the other party will lose its resistance altogether.

“What do we do now?” In such a short period of time, so many things had happened, and Pepper had already lost her mind after one shock. If she hadn't been worried about Tony's safety, she really wanted to find a safe place to take a shower and get some sleep, and she would have woken up and realized that it was just a nightmare.

“I've requested backup from HQ and they'll be here shortly, then escort us to a safe place and we'll let you know as soon as Tony gets word.” Natasha has always been very calm.

Her calm also infected Pepper, which in fact is already the best result.

Soon, indeed, very soon, just five or six minutes later, several black sedans parked in front of them in turn.

It was Dior's old acquaintance, Agent Coulson, who took the lead, and Nick Fury had to send him to fix it.

“We meet again, Mr. Dior.” Coulson said hello amicably.

“Yeah, see you again. What a coincidence, Agent Coulson. Are you here to compensate my pet?” Dior suddenly pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled.

As soon as he mentioned the subject, Coulson's face twitched a few times. "This time we'll be in a hurry, next time, next time..."

Now he can't even pay for it, because not half an hour after he took the magical little snail and let the researchers do the experiment, someone told him that the experiment failed, that the little snail died unexpectedly, and then the breakdown disappeared in blink.

In other words, instead of letting S.H.I.E.L.D. study anything with his thick face, he left the handle in the other hand, and stealing the chicken didn't corrode the rice, which is probably what he said.

“No wonder he let me go so easily at the time. I guess he knew even if I took it back, I wouldn't be able to live long.” Coulson had a bitter laugh in his heart, and it felt bad.

Dior wasn't angry when he heard Coulson's exorcism, just smiling and adding: "A million dollars, don't make me wait too long, otherwise I'll have to go to your black halibut director. ”

A million!?

That's a big lion talk!

Is that little thing worth a million dollars?

It is certainly worth it in the eyes of some, but only if it is alive, or if something is studied.

If there's a snail in front of him that can only communicate with the mind, Coulson believes the director absolutely agrees that he can buy it for a million dollars and solve it with money, then what?

But compensation, not necessarily. With their director's sloppy character, it's not necessarily agreeable, not to mention that they didn't get any benefit from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Instead, it's the description of the 'black halibut egg', which makes agents such as Coulson look weird. The only person who dares to give the director such a nickname is probably this guy, and don't say it, it's a really good image.

When I think of my director's style, several young agents couldn't help laughing out, and then immediately covered their mouths in the eyes of others, pretending to be serious, trying to make up for the dead sheep, I just wondered if anyone would make a small report, if there were, then these laughing agents would be miserable, the whole S.H.I.E.L.D. Who didn't know that their director was a very careful person with a strong sense of vengeance.