PFC Chapter 2955 Leisure Time (25)
Chapter 2955 Leisure Time (25)
Chapter 2955 Leisure Time (Twenty-Five)
"You saved me?" Tim said the only possibility he could think of.
"Ah... yes, we saved you." Natasha paused and nodded, and Tim narrowed his eyes.
"From whose hands?"
"From... the Ninth... uh... Federation... um... KGB? Yes... KGB! You were almost kidnapped by that Russian guy!" Natasha nodded vigorously.
"What about the others?"
"Ran."
"Didn't you chase them?"
"Well, we think your safety is more important." Natasha said, "You are an important person Nick asked us to keep an eye on. Nothing is more important than your safety. That's it."
Natasha left quickly. Tim wasn't actually injured, it was just that the anesthetic in his body needed to be metabolized. After lying in bed for a while, he felt much better. At least his head wasn't so dizzy anymore, and his hands and feet weren't numb anymore.
So while the nurse wasn't paying attention, he got out of bed and started walking around the ward. When Tim turned around, he saw the medical record on his bedside table.
The vast majority of hospitals in the world will write the patient's basic information on the bedside, such as name, admission time and symptoms. Generally speaking, it is handwritten and will not use the sloppy doctor's font, but will be written as clearly as possible.
Tim was just taking a casual glance at first, but when he saw the words, he couldn't sit still.
What the hell is this? Is this still English?!
The handwriting on the medical record at the head of his bed can't be said to be anything other than Latin letters, it just has a little bit of connected strokes, plus a few more circles, a little sloppy... Bullshit! Isn't this fucking Russian? !
Tim grabbed the medical record and looked at it carefully. It was actually written in English, in Russian handwriting.
He suddenly had a bad feeling, but he comforted himself that it might have been written by Natasha. This Soviet female agent had been here for so many years and had never corrected her handwriting. She was so unprofessional!
"What are you doing?!" a rough voice sounded at the door.
Tim turned his head in confusion because he didn't understand what the other person was saying.
What the other person said seemed to be English, but it also seemed not to be English. The British could understand it but were not familiar with it, the Germans were familiar with it but could not understand it, and Tim, who was fluent in both English and German, could not understand it and was not familiar with it.
The head nurse, wearing a nurse uniform with the SHIELD logo, rushed in, snatched the medical record from Tim's hand, put it back in his hand, and scolded Tim, "Don't touch things! This is not your school infirmary. If you do this again, I will kick you out!"
"Stop!" Tim interrupted the head nurse and asked her, "Are you German?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" the head nurse said confidently.
"But SHIELD isn't..."
"SHIELD is an international organization," the head nurse said. "It is responsible for supernatural affairs all over the world. Is it strange that there are Germans?"
Tim couldn't refute it. He had checked on the Internet before that SHIELD was indeed directly responsible to the UN Security Council, but its headquarters was in the United States and it received the most funding from the United States, but it was actually relying on many sources for support, so it was not very strange to have a German head nurse.
Tim convinced himself...but only for a few minutes. He told the head nurse that he wanted to go out for some fresh air, and then he discovered that the only people speaking in the entire medical department were Russian and German accents.
What's going on? Has an old American like me become a foreigner?
Tim was a little confused. Russia and Germany were not the only countries with hospitals. Was it necessary to hire doctors and nurses from these two countries?
His doubt did not last long, but the solution to the doubt was not to answer the question, but to have a bigger question.
He had not been wandering around outside for long when Natasha sent someone to take him to the Ministry of Affairs building, where Nick said he wanted to see him.
Tim swore that he hadn't heard a single word of English along the way. The agents didn't communicate in English with a foreign accent, but in foreign languages, some of which were German, some were Russian, some were Russian with a German accent, and some were German with a Russian accent.
This made Tim's head buzz.
He couldn't help but ask Natasha, "Has your universe's little mustache conquered the world? Has it even reached America?"
"No, our history is the same as yours except for the collapse of the Soviet Union." Natasha shook her head and seemed puzzled as to why he had such a question.
"Then why is the official language of SHIELD German?!"
"It's not German. Aren't there people who speak Russian?"
"Isn't Russian even more ridiculous?!" Tim roared, "I thought I woke up in Moscow!!!"
"You are totally illiterate. Germany never reached Moscow. You won't hear so much German in Moscow!"
“Is this the point?!!”
Natasha waved her hands and said impatiently, "Language is just a tool for communication. What language is different? Isn't it enough to understand? People like to learn Russian and German. What's it to you?"
Tim nearly choked on her.
The two of them soon arrived at Nick's office. Nick seemed to be sorting out his collection of eye masks. Seeing Tim coming, he stood up and shook hands with Tim.
"I've heard of you, Mr. Drake. How are you doing lately?"
"Not good." Tim gritted his teeth and said, "The chaos in your universe is outrageous. I don't know what is normal."
"You'll get used to it," Nick said.
Tim was choked again. He thought, as the boss of this world's supernatural organization, shouldn't you explain it to me? What do you mean by just get used to it? Is this something that can be gotten used to?
"I came to you mainly because I have something to ask of you." Nick put down the things in his hands, crossed his fingers on the table and said, "I know you went to Los Angeles with Schiller before. I hope you can help me get something."
Tim understood the implication, so he sat down opposite him and asked, "What is it?"
"I will only tell you if you promise me."
"I don't understand. You have so many agents. Why do you come to me?"
"Do I have a lot of agents?"
"Of course, those outside aren't all... Don't tell me they aren't actually your agents."
"They are, but do you know what month it is?"
"Uh, it's almost November, what's going on?"
"Yes, it's almost November, which means it's almost the end of the year."
"……so what?"
"Agents have to write year-end reports."
"If you need to employ people, then forget about their reports."
"But their report wasn't addressed to me."
"what???"
Tim then translated the series of German and Russian he had just heard in his mind and found that the group of agents were indeed gathered together to discuss the year-end report.
One of them said, "Do you remember the case in Tennessee? It was Vincent from your team who blew up the base, right? Is it okay for me to write it this way? Or should we put the blame on the Ten Rings?"
"Don't write about Vincent. He was transferred back to the headquarters and is now my superior. If you say that he was still in Tennessee two months ago, it would be exposed. I think you can write about Angel, who was under Garner. He recently jumped to Moscow..."
"What about you? You didn't go with him?"
"I was going back to Moscow, and my brother was going back to Berlin. My brother's boss hasn't paid him for three months. Who knows, maybe we'll meet in Moscow this year..."
"The economy is so bad this year. My boss has made me die over 60 times, and he only gave me half of what I got last year. By the way, have you heard that China is hiring? They're paying me a lot!"
"Stop it. We are all white. It doesn't matter whether we go back to Berlin, Moscow, Los Angeles or Washington. They are all yellow people over there. You will be exposed if you go there..."
This paragraph contains so much information that it directly burned up Tim's CPU.
"Tim...Tim?! Timothy!!"
Tim suddenly woke up and said in a daze, "What's wrong?"
Nick gestured and said, "I can only give you this much. Don't think it's too little. The economy is not very good recently, and I have sent all the extra staff back to Berlin. I am only giving you this because you are a relative's child..."
Tim didn't notice what he was gesturing, he just asked again: "I can work for you, but you have to tell me what's going on."
"What's going on?"
"What the hell is going on with this damn universe, this damn earth and these damn organizations!!!" Tim shouted in despair.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The three people in the office turned their heads at the same time, and Nick said, "Come in!"
A tall man holding a folder walked in.
Tim stood up immediately.
This is the agent who kidnapped him!!!
The man was obviously stunned when he saw Tim, but his eyes passed Tim and fell on Nick. He walked forward a few steps with the folder, smiled embarrassedly and said.
"Boss, this is this year's year-end report. I think I should write one for you for the year-end bonus."
Nick took it, looked at it and said, "I knew it was the right decision to hire you. Your professionalism is admirable, but you didn't just come to me to say this, did you?"
"Yes, I just wanted to come and say sorry to you. Moscow has arranged another job for me, and I have to leave for Europe in February next year..."
Before Nick could say anything, Tim asked, "Moscow? Why haven't I heard that SHIELD has a headquarters in Moscow?"
The man was stunned again, then said: "S.H.I.E.L.D. has no headquarters in Moscow. There is only the Russian National Security Agency in Moscow."
Tim was also stunned, and the two of them stared at each other for dozens of seconds.
“So you’re a Russian spy???”
"That's too harsh to say," said the man.
Tim thought he was going to defend himself, but the man just kept talking, "First, I was a spy sent by the FBI to SHIELD. Then, I was a Hydra spy recruited by the FBI. Secondly, I was a spy sent by Moscow to Hydra. And I will soon become a spy sent by Moscow to Hydra, sent by the FBI, sent to SHIELD, and then transferred by SHIELD to work at the Hydra headquarters."
Tim's CPU burned out again.
"So you're a four-sided... er, five-sided, five-sided spy?!"
"That's not how it works." The man waved his hand and said, "Have you ever played connect-the-dots? Being undercover in Hydra is the same as being undercover in SHIELD, so they're both eliminated. And being undercover in SHIELD under the orders of the KGB is no different from being in the KGB, so they're both eliminated. The only valid ones left are the FBI and Hydra, so I'm actually just a double agent."
Tim's head was a little fuming.
The man gave him a look of "How can you be so stupid?" and seemed impatient to continue discussing with him. Instead, he said, "Boss, Moscow transferred me back this time to be an undercover agent for Hydra. Do you think I should report it to the FBI and ask them to give me the same mission? This way, I can get an extra salary."
"That's fine, but don't forget to pay taxes."
"Don't worry, I'll have to trouble the comrades in the information technology department to help me with my identity..."
"Okay, 20% hidden tax, 5% information modification fee. Everyone is in a bad economy recently, so I won't ask for more."