Graveyard.
Natasha stood far away from the car and did not come over.
Midsummer Night placed the white flower in his hand before the tombstone. Looking at the picture on the tombstone, there was a faint sadness in his eyes.
"You must be angry … you should be angry."
Midsummer Night wiped away the sadness and smiled gently. "After all, I came here but never came to see you. If it were me, I would also be angry.
But … hmm, the Westerners always talk about heaven. If you have been to heaven, you should have known the truth.
I am not the person you think I am. If he is here, please say hello for me.
At the very least, in that war-torn era, I was using his identity … "
"I went to see Carter."
Xia Zhi Ye lowered her head and looked at her feet. "She's doing pretty well. She's become a kind and amiable old lady. Back then, that female special agent who could sweep people's legs has also aged.
Time is a knife that never softens when it comes to killing people. It is better than countless agents … she wanted me to join S.H.I.E.L.D., saying that S.H.I.E.L.D. is like a dirty sack. She wanted me to help make S.H.I.E.L.D. clean up … but I refused.
She was a bit disappointed but did not blame me. She said that she did not want to disturb me because I have done enough. "
"Na …"
Midsummer Night's expression was a bit blank. "When people die, will they forget all the pain?
And all the sadness, all the happiness, and all the sadness, would fall on the living?
She said that there is no need to see her anymore. Since I have chosen the path I want to walk, I should walk on it.
She said that she is willing to support me … what do you think? "
"I think she is right … since I have found it, I should walk on it."
Midsummer Night stood up and the light in his eyes became extremely bright. He said softly, "What will the future become?
Are you looking forward to it?
I have never looked forward to it before because the future I saw was not exciting enough. But now … hmm, I am suddenly looking forward to it! "
…
…
The car drove through the streets of New York. Natasha occasionally peeked at Midsummer Night through the rearview mirror.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you always hiding?
Are you a little girl? "
Midsummer Night was a little speechless as he sensed the other party's gaze.
"That's a very rude thing to say to a lady."
After saying this, Natasha was silent for a while before she said, "She found me a long time ago.
It is said that it came from your guidance. "
Midsummer Night thought about it and smiled. "Before the last mission, I left her a message.
Actually, what I really wanted to say at that time was to find a good man and marry him. We're not suitable for each other. "
"Too cruel."
Natasha frowned and looked back at Midsummer Night. "Haven't you learned the euphemism of the Orientals?"
"So I'm just teasing you."
"…" Natasha was expressionless. "It's not funny."
Midsummer Night shrugged. "Considering the uncertainty of the mission at the time, I gave her some advice and hoped that she could find you. I think you should be able to help her."
"That's the problem. Why did you … give me two time ends?
Moreover, they are quite far away from each other. "
"You want to know?"
Midsummer Night smiled. "This may be a secret that I will take with me into my coffin."
"So, there is a price to pay?" Natasha frowned. "What can I pay?"
"You can't pay anything …" Midsummer Night looked out the window and smiled. "Although you are as beautiful as a flower, I am sorry, I am not interested in you."
"… there is a phrase that is most suitable to describe you." Natasha's face turned slightly dark. "You feel good about yourself!"
"No, you are wrong!"
Midsummer Night said seriously. "I feel good about myself … …!"
"… …"
Natasha felt that talking to this fellow required a certain level of mental cultivation. Otherwise, she would easily die from anger.
"Ha ha, just kidding." Midsummer Night said, "Don't be too tense. For me, today means a lot."
"Why?"
"Because …" Midsummer Night smiled. "I don't want to tell you."
"… … …"
Natasha clenched her fists. She really wanted to kill someone!
Truth be told, Natasha was not the only one who wanted to kill someone. At that very moment, a bullet shot through Natasha's car window at an extremely fast speed. Next, it shot toward Midsummer Night's temple!
However, just as it was about to hit its target, a hand silently grabbed onto the bullet.
Natasha's face abruptly sank and she abruptly drove toward the side of the road. After rushing into the sidewalk, she stopped the car before the entrance of a building. Ignoring the chaotic situation on the street, she turned around to look at Midsummer Night. "Are you all right?"
"What do you think?"
Midsummer Night played with the bullet in his hand.
"Judging by its power … it is probably a Barrett. However, due to the fact that the bullet is specially made, its penetrative power is stronger … it is heading southeast, at least 1,000 metres away. There is no need to go there. If the shot missed, they will surely have run away."
Midsummer Night gently tossed the bullet up and down. "I thought they would wait for a while …"
"You know who it is?"
Natasha's face flickered.
Midsummer Night smiled and said, "Just drive. Don't worry too much about it. Go find Steve."
"… I am not the driver!"
Natasha emphasized, "Also, are you certain that under these circumstances …"
"It is to be expected."
Midsummer Night stretched his arm and shook his hand. Just now, he had caught the bullet and his palm felt somewhat numb.
Hearing that, Natasha was bewildered and she looked at the bullet in his hand with a solemn expression. "You want me to deal with it?"
"No …"
Midsummer Night smiled and said, "This is something I need to deal with myself.
It has nothing to do with you … or what you represent. "
Natasha did not say anything else. She cast a deep look at Midsummer Night before starting up the car again.
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…
In a private room of a bar with a soothing atmosphere …
Midsummer Night and Steve sat at opposite ends of the table. Natasha did not leave. Instead, she sat on the other side. She looked at Midsummer Night and then at Steve.
Steve played with the 'little gift' that Midsummer Night brought him and finally placed it on the table. "Someone wants to kill you!"
"That's a good summary."
Midsummer Night smiled.
Natasha rolled her eyes. Was there a need for a summary?
It was obvious … besides, what he said was not a summary, all right?
"Who is it?" Steve asked Midsummer Night.