"Thank you for your advice, but the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, the more it is, in my opinion, a complete moral kidnapping. No one will save me when I am in despair. So why do other people think that I should help them? Sorry, I don't have a dream of being a policeman in the world or a hero of the nation, and I don't owe anyone, so the only thing that really needs me is myself and the people around me, that's all."

When he said this, Dior looked particularly serious. He was not a saint, nor was he so noble that he was willing to sacrifice himself for the safety of some strangers. If it was just a mere effort, he might do it. But if someone should ask him to do more, then sorry, he couldn't convince himself, why?

Natasha glanced at him deeply, then got up and prepared to leave.

"It is best not to leave here in the past few days. We will build X files for you. In addition, you may need to test your abilities at that time. If you embark on the road of crime in the future, this will become a reference for us when formulating an arrest plan."

After thinking about the other person's personality, Natasha still said the next sentence so as not to overreact. After this short period of contact, she found that the other person prefers to put everything on the table and talk. In fact, this is also good. They are more afraid of meeting people who cannot see through their hearts and don't even know what the other person is really thinking.

The fact was just as she thought. Dior's eyebrows were half raised, but after hearing her later explanation, he quickly returned to his calm.

"Everyone needs this?"

"Everyone!"

Then Natasha continued: "Just doing a rough assessment of your ability will not waste much time."

Dior nodded reluctantly, "Look at when I have time recently. You should know that the guests who booked my restaurant have been queued for three days."

Natasha suffocated and took a deep breath: "It's time for me to leave, but I believe we will meet again soon."

"Wait a minute, have you forgotten something?"

"Forgot something?"

Dior immediately put on his face like I knew you would be like this, and then handed over a bill...

Natasha took it and saw her anger immediately rose. If she hadn't confirmed her eyes, she would have kicked the other person off with a whip!

"I can understand the meal fee, cleaning fee, and repairing the restaurant door, but what is this mental loss fee? I still want to have a hundred thousand dollars, are you crazy about being poor??"

Even if SHIELD has money, it cannot make people cheat like this. In fact, no organization dares to cheat SHIELD.

"Stingy, it's not your money anyway. What are you afraid of when you eat and drink for public expenses?"
Chapter completed!