Coming to the balcony to receive the baptism of the sun and replenish the light energy reserves consumed before, Victor looked at the bustling Las Vegas, and his face of Little Avril couldn't help but appear in his mind.

Now, she should have followed Old Ford out of the underground waterway, right?

Are you bathing in the sun like yourself?

I don’t know if I will not adapt, after all, I stay in the dark all year round and it is difficult for my eyes to adapt to bright places.

Thoughts drifted for a long time, Victor finally could only sigh.

to be honest.

He sympathized with his experience of Little Avril and had more sympathy with other feelings.

Temporary sympathy is not the love that little Avril needs, so following Old Ford is her best destination.

It’s this farewell, I’m afraid it’s hard to have a chance to meet again in the future.

after all.

I know very little about the information about the two.

Even because of the dark light in the underground waterway and the long-term failure to deal with personal hygiene, Victor can't even remember the specific appearance of Little Avril and Old Ford.

But the figure of Les, who was headed by Page, couldn't get rid of his mind... It's really a deep memory to be ugly than Page.

"Alice, let the hotel bring the clothes that were dry-cleaned yesterday," Victor ordered.

"Okay, Chen."

I was stunned for a while.

The ringing rings at the door.

I got up and opened the door. I saw a head of burgundy shawl hair. I moved my eyes down. My beautiful face was full of charming smiles, and my figure was convex and raised, as if I was about to break the hotel uniform.

Anyone with normal aesthetic taste will be amazed at the appearance of this sexy beauty.

She was holding Victor's suit in her hand and smiled brightly and charmingly: "Sir, this is your clothes. Do you need to send them to you?"

Victor was unintentionally moved, and was even a little shocked.

If he was really a sexy beauty from the hotel, he was a little annoyed and didn't mind what happened to him.

But although Victor "meets" many times in his previous life, he was a woman he never dared to touch in the Marvel Universe.

She is the famous former Soviet spy, currently a S.H.E.L.D., and the black widow, Natasha Romanov.

As a time traveler, I was scared when I met the ASCH.

Not to mention that he had a big deal last night.

Now Natasha is wearing a hotel uniform and appears in front of his guest room, but seems to be seducing, but in fact she is "interrogating" herself. The most likely possibility is that her "trading" ability has been exposed, which has attracted the attention of S.H.E.L.D.

There are two options for Victor now.

One, letting Natasha come in, Victor is naturally not looking at the other party’s beauty, and he has not tasted it in his previous life, but selectively revealing the news to her, so as to be steady in S.H.E.L.D.

Now he doesn't want to have too much interaction with S.H.E.L.D.

Another option is...

The story is long, but in fact it is only 4 seconds.

Victor pretended to come back to his senses and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, you are so beautiful, I was a little stunned for a moment. What did you say just now?"

"You are also very handsome, which matches the one I dreamed of." Natasha's face became brighter: "Sir, this is your clothes. Do you need to send them to you?"

Victor smiled, his eyes burning slightly.

A touch of bright red appeared on Natasha's face, and she lowered her head shyly, but her chest was raised higher. The already tight collar was stretched wider, revealing most of the round white greasy ones.

Victor's answer seems to be self-evident.

Victor smiled brightly and said, "Thank you, no need."

"Okay, then...what? Sir, did you just say, don't you?"

"Yes. Although you are beautiful, I need to be responsible for my future girlfriend." Victor said sincerely: "So, please give me the clothes."

Natasha was a senior agent after all, and immediately managed her facial expressions and handed her outfit. She showed a hint of regret on her beautiful face.

When men see it, they can't control themselves.

But after taking the clothes, Victor whispered to thank him, and closed the door without even giving him a tip.

Natasha, who was left with a stiff color, stared at the closed door and stared in a daze for several seconds.

Then.

She turned around and walked into the workshop on the floor, pressed her right ear lightly, and said in a cold tone at the air: "Director, I suspect the target is a Gay. It may be better for Clinton to come."

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Chapter completed!