The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2935 Leisure Time (5)

Chapter 2935 Leisure Time (V)

"Sometimes I feel like you're an old lady, but sometimes I feel like I'm older than you." Pamela cut the steak with the tip of her knife and fiddled with the small piece of meat with her fork, then continued, "I always feel tired and don't want to do anything. I don't have that much motivation and energy..."

"I think this situation would be better if you weren't so lustful." The beautiful red-haired female agent sitting opposite her picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine. She waved to the waiter next to her and asked him to change the ice bucket.

Pamela put the steak into her mouth, hummed with some enjoyment and said, "It's all thanks to you, ma'am. I haven't eaten in a restaurant of this level for a long time."

"If you tell Dr. Schiller that, he'll be happy to treat you." Natasha leaned back slightly, put down her glass and began to eat. She picked up the slippery oysters with her fork and looked up. "Nick asked me to keep an eye on you, but I guess he meant to keep an eye on you and not let you harm his young lamb."

"I'm not that picky."

"The female agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are all very beautiful."

Pamela showed a hesitant expression, but still gave Natasha a bright smile and said, "It must not be as beautiful as you, ma'am."

Natasha didn't show any sign of being offended. She just propped her head up with her hands and said, "Many people are concerned about my relationship with the previous Black Widow. They made a lot of outrageous speculations, including that we were actually lovers."

"What do you think?" Pamela asked.

Natasha shook her head and said, "Girls from the Red House can't actually understand relationships based on pure emotions. In our opinion, maintaining friendships, lovers, and couples is all for the purpose of obtaining intelligence. To us, people are divided into two types: those who are valuable and need to be approached, and those who are worthless and need not be paid attention to."

"But you are obviously not that simple." Pamela said, "I think I have some value to you. After all, I come from another universe and have the power of the Green of All Things. If you can sleep with Iron Man for information, then you can sleep with me for information. Men and women are not within your consideration."

"That's the theory."

"That must be something beyond the scope of theory." Pamela turned away her eyes and thought, "Nick ordered you to deal with me, so the simplest way is to drag me to bed. I believe you are sure that my interest in you will not fade so quickly. Before I leave, I will definitely be entangled by you."

"That's right." Natasha nodded again.

Pamela asked curiously, "Then why not?"

"It all depends on what I can gain." Natasha said: "First of all, I am not a lesbian. I cannot tell whether a woman has sexual value to me, so sleeping with you itself will probably not provide me with any spiritual or physical enjoyment."

"Is it okay to be with Iron Man?"

"Before I slept with him, I didn't know he couldn't do it." Natasha said very bluntly, "And I think maybe he wasn't incapable, but he was just too nervous and didn't perform well."

"Really?" Pamela said doubtfully.

"I've met a lot of men, so I can still figure this out. I don't know why, but Tony Stark is always a little nervous when facing me. Maybe some people's instinct for danger is stronger than others."

"And what else?"

"Nick is my current boss. I work for him and he pays me. It seems reasonable, but how many people in this world really want to work?"

"Aren't you a professional agent?"

"When I was in the Soviet Union, I was very professional because my ideal was to build a beautiful motherland. If I am still very professional after coming to the United States, then what is my ideal? To build an enemy of the beautiful motherland?"

Pamela was speechless for a moment.

"So when you're on a mission in the United States, you have to choose whether the other party suits your taste?"

Natasha nodded and said, "In fact, most of the spy missions in this world don't have to rely on seduction to complete. If that were the case, why would they turn me into a cyborg?"

Pamela also felt that there was some truth in it. Natasha was very beautiful, and if they just wanted her to do the job of seduction, then there was no need to conduct human experiments on her. Isn't Black Widow famous for her brutal force?

"Have you ever picked one that satisfies you?" Pamela asked curiously.

"As for looks, Tony is actually pretty good." Natasha smacked her lips, thought for a moment and said, "He's my favorite type among the older guys. As for the younger ones... Spider-Man isn't my cup of tea. He's a little too innocent. The new recruits at S.H.I.E.L.D. look at me like I've seen a ghost. It's really boring."

Natasha was fiddling with her fork in a bored manner, but suddenly she seemed to remember something and said, "I've seen a guy called Nightwing in the Doujie game before. He had a very hot body and was the type of reserved and flirtatious type that I like. I was hoping to get him in this Doujie game..."

Pamela nearly spit out her drink.

"What about Batman?" Pamela asked.

"It's just a dish." Natasha shrugged and said, "Batman is indeed very hot, but I don't think I can beat him, so I can only taste him. Of course, I heard that Nightwing is Batman's adopted son. If the father and son are together..."

Natasha licked her lips, and Pamela hurriedly pushed the images out of her mind.

"Then forget it. I don't think you can even handle Batman. I'm afraid he won't take any real action against a troublesome woman like you."

"So how did Damian come here?"

"You understand it very well." Pamela took a sip of wine and said unhappily, "Talia is not as difficult as you. At least she doesn't want both father and son..."

"How do you know she doesn't want to?" Natasha said something shocking again. She said, "She is definitely the type who would think so. Otherwise, you can ask her next time. If she hooked up with Batman, she would definitely want to hook up with his son..."

Pamela was skeptical, but decided not to discuss this topic with Natasha anymore, otherwise she would have a nightmare tonight.

"I have promised Nick to do plant experiments in his laboratory. He is very interested in plants that can hit people. Do you think he is really interested, or is he just being polite for Dr. Schiller's sake?"

"I think he must be genuinely interested," Natasha said.

"Why do you say that?" Pamela was a little curious. People like Natasha usually don't speak in such an absolute tone. Since she said so, it means she has strong evidence.

"Because modern American law cannot convict plants of crimes," Natasha analyzed. "This is different from pets. If a pet bites someone, the pet owner must bear the responsibility for failing to take good care of the pet. If someone is hit by an unconscious plant, the person who threw the plant will also be convicted."

"But if the plants became conscious and came out of the ground to beat people, then the judge and jury would not be able to find a precedent in this case and would have to make a new ruling."

"Yes, but they can still judge."

"No, they can't, because the man who proposed the euthanasia measures for pets that hurt people is still being scolded by animal protectionists. That was decades ago when information was not well developed. What do you think plant protectionists will do to them if they convict plants of a crime?"

"Can't we judge the owner of the plant for failing to take good care of it?"

"Then the vegetarians will have something to say." Natasha tapped the table gently and said, "They will say that they have made great sacrifices and contributions to the environment, and they can't take more responsibility for taking care of the cabbage in their refrigerator."

Natasha sighed softly and said, "If the judge and jury make such a verdict, they will offend those people who are good at making a big deal out of things. They will make a fuss even if it is unreasonable, let alone if it is reasonable."

"So Nick must be sincerely supporting your experiment. As long as the beating plant is successfully cultivated, he can use cabbage to beat up those old enemies who blocked his funding, and the judge will not be able to convict him."

Pamela rolled her eyes and said, "He's so petty? Don't you think your future is hopeless following a leader like that?"

"On the contrary, it is because he is stingy and petty that the salary he pays me can support me to bring you to a restaurant like this for dinner." Natasha looked around at the luxurious decoration of the restaurant and said, "Although he never gives us leave, complains about insufficient funds every day, and asks us to die dozens of times a year to reimburse him, he is still quite generous to his subordinates."

Pamela nodded and said, "I wish he would do the same to me. I am really short of money."

"But the two universes use different banknotes. Do you plan to exchange them for precious metals? Do you have a way to sell them?"

"I've been thinking about this, too." Pamela's face became more serious. She stroked her chin and said, "Although the security situation over there has improved a lot, it's not hard to find middlemen. I'm not afraid of being cheated by other gangs, but the prices won't be very good these days."

Natasha forked up a piece of tomato from her salad and said, "In an economic crisis, you have to consider liquidity. Black market dealers will not buy a lot of goods. You may need to find several people to buy your goods, but if there are too many people, the risk will be greater."

"Do you know where the majority of the FBI's extra income comes from? To put it nicely, it's called fighting economic crime, but to put it bluntly, it's gangs robbing gangs. Those middlemen dealing in precious metals and antiques are caught, and they just hand over the goods and run away, because most of the things in their customers' hands are also not legitimate, so they can only suffer the loss in silence."

"If you use illegal trading channels and the FBI catches you, the middlemen will not protect your goods. If they are confiscated, you will suffer heavy losses."

Pamela's face began to look sad again. She said, "Even when Gotham was full of gangs, I didn't have much contact with them. I couldn't find any reliable channels."

"Then don't exchange for this kind of goods." Natasha suggested: "Exchange for something that is at least not easy to be seized in public, and if it is seized, the FBI has no way to preserve it or sell it."

"for example?"

"Food," Natasha said. "The FBI can't trade in bulk products because they have no place to store them and no channels to sell them. If they do it in batches, the unit price will be too low and the noise will be too loud. It's not worth their effort."

"In the context of the economic crisis, food is hard currency. The only question is whether you have a place to store it and a reliable channel to sell it."

Pamela suddenly had an idea and said, "I know an undersea passage from Mexico to the east coast of the United States that can completely avoid all searches by the Coast Guard and the Self-Defense Forces. And the metropolis is short of food right now."

"Isn't this a coincidence?" Natasha smiled and said, "With the help of mutants, Mexico in our universe is producing food at an unprecedented rate. As long as you can convince Nick, this is much safer than precious metal trading."