Marvel's Disassembler

Chapter 552

There was a momentary silence in the room.

Summer night and Natasha didn't speak. Only the staff and the sound of the instrument kept running.

The silence made the two young people feel uncomfortable. Wanda coughed subconsciously. When summer night looked at her with Natasha's eyes, Wanda showed a far fetched smile and said, "that... Um... Nothing."

I have something to say, but I still hold back and show it incisively and vividly.

Summer night shrugged his shoulders: "if you have anything to say, just open your mouth. There is nothing you can't say here. Even if you say it wrong, it doesn't matter."

"Very humanized..." Wanda smiled. "I just think it's too hasty to suddenly infer such a conclusion with such a little abruptness and information?"

Seeing that summer night and Natasha still looked at her, Wanda had to say: "I don't know who Frey is or what you mean. But maybe it's just an accident? Even if that person knows the importance of this plan, what about others? What else happened during the handover process is not impossible, right?"

Natasha smiled. "It's interesting and reasonable. It's not impossible. But it's a pity that you don't know Frey. You don't know what a watertight person he is."

"A terrible man?" Wanda asked.

"It's terrible." Natasha nodded and looked at summer night: "you're right, but I don't suggest you go straight to him. After all, no one knows what's going on around him? And there's no message from Steve."

"It's equally terrible."

Summer night touched his chin and said, "Divine Shield Bureau, what happened?"

"What are you doubting?" Natasha's face became solemn.

Summer night shook his head: "all this can't be answered until he sees Frey."

"Can I arrange anything?" Natasha asked.

Summer night thought for a moment: "only one thing, I need to know, where does this guy sleep every night?"

……

……

The streets are quiet, and occasionally the sound of motorcycles is the biggest noise.

The sudden shutdown of the car engine is particularly clear here.

He opened the door and rubbed his face. Frey took his eyes back from the whole alley, locked the door and came to a nearby apartment.

Third floor, 303!

Before opening the door, he took a look. Some small measures are always inevitable, because you can never be sure whether the safest place has become the most dangerous trap.

After passing some out of specification tests, Frey opened the door.

The living room remains the same, without any unnecessary changes.

After locking the gate, Frey took a long breath.

"I thought you should be safe and relaxed enough at this time."

A voice suddenly came from the living room. Frey's pupils contracted in an instant, and the whole person immediately tightened. The muscles all over his body were bound by the black windbreaker, which felt very uncomfortable!

But the next second, he was completely relaxed.

Because he recognized who the voice belonged to!

In front of this man, let alone tighten his muscles. Even if he is fully armed, it is meaningless... If he has malice!

Looking back, I was not surprised to see a person sitting on my sofa.

The man was still holding a glass of wine from nowhere, because none of the 32 bottles of wine on the wine cabinet had been passive.

"Where did it come from?" Frey glanced at the glass.

"From a good place." summer night smiled and said, "have some."

"I never drink at work." Frey threw the key on the shoe cabinet, put on his slippers and came to summer night. "Moreover, Tony's wine is obviously not so good. Don't think you can get anything if you have money. Some enjoyment can't be brought by no matter how much money."

As he spoke, he glanced at the wine cabinet: "you can probably look at the third bottle in the second row under my wine cabinet. It's definitely a good thing."

"It's a waste to put good wine in a non drinker's house." summer night looked at him askew: "and if you remember correctly, you're off work now."

"When I saw you, I was no longer off duty."

Frey put his eyes on summer night: "why do I see your face in my own home?"

"This is probably from the question you brought to me." summer night smiled and said, "if you have the reason, can you give me a reasonable explanation now?"

"About Tianma plan?"

Frey's ability to say this clearly proved that it was no accident that the document appeared in the Caspian camp.

Summer night leaned his back on the sofa: "now it seems that you really have a problem."

"It's not me... But the world that has a problem." Frey closed his eyes because he didn't want summer night to see any fatigue in his eyes: "You probably can't imagine what a damn feeling it would be when you do something completely and carefully and fight against some people. You find that the people around you who help you deal with all your information and work are all people who need you to fight with all your strength."

"So it's not that the world has a problem, but that the seeds of that day have not been completely cleaned up?"

"The loss of Rocky's staff is enough to explain the problem," Frey said "The s.h.i.e.l.d. is completely rotten. Starting from the root... I don't even know whether the reason why I am still the director of the s.h.l.d. is that they need to let me sit in this position and continue to work for them, or because I won't be a threat to them."

"A depressed marinated egg." summer night shrugged his shoulders.

"... what egg?"

"A kind of delicious food." summer night stood up: "I probably know what kind of situation is in front of you."

Frey looked at the back of summer night: "this is my own problem."

"I'm not going to help you solve any problems." summer night looked back at Frey: "I'd rather know what you'll do next?"

"Then please wait and see!"

After Frey said this, he suddenly smiled again: "aren't you curious about the sources of the words of Tianma plan?"

"Kerry's words..." the words of summer night surprised Frey, who had planned to surprise him.

He sat up abruptly. "Have you seen them?"