witcher in marvel

Chapter 11 The Terminally Ill Agent
The night slipped away quietly, and it was dawn when I looked up.

Fragments of sunlight leaked in from the ventilation windows of the attic, and fine golden dust floated in the air, twirling on the spacious and soft white window curtains.

"Good morning."

Vivian held her arms and greeted with a smile.

"……morning."

Bai Jinglan scratched her head, feeling a little ashamed.

Although he knew that this woman was mostly acting, he was still defeated by her beauty.

Vivienne seemed to have seen something interesting, her pale golden hair hung down on her chest like a waterfall, and she giggled: "Little man, you are still as shy in front of me as before. "

Bai Jinglan didn't answer her words: "When are you going to meet that agent?"

Vivienne chuckled triumphantly, stopped teasing him, and turned to look at the alarm clock: "Now it's over, it should be just right."

"Then pack up and get ready to go!" Bai Jinglan said no nonsense.

Vivienne still wore the black corset and trousers, but added a black women's windbreaker on the outside, which made her more heroic in her charming appearance.

Outside the door, Glenn had already prepared the car and the necessary materials.

Bai Jinglan sat in the co-pilot and asked her, "Where are you going?"

"Flushing."

Vivienne lit the ignition skillfully, and drove fast on the long street, regardless of whether it would violate the rules or not.

CIA executives are so capricious.

Her driving skills are very good, comparable to professional racing drivers, and she doesn't have to be afraid of overturning in the middle of the car, and the CIA will deal with the violations, so Bai Jinglan doesn't care about her, and looks through the information on her own.

Before reading two pages, Bai Jinglan was startled: "This agent has a terminal illness and only has two months left to live. You still want to drag him out to fight terrorists. Doesn't the CIA have any humanity?"

"As a gun in the hands of the government, the CIA is inherently inhumane, but...it is my idea to call Agent Ethan Renner back to work." Vivienne gave him a blank look, "You have to understand, the CIA There are many elite agents, and Ethan Renner's achievements are indeed outstanding, but he is not indispensable, and his status is too low, so after his brain tumor was found out, it was of no value to the CIA. He could only Fuck off with a meager pension, but I helped him find his worth again."

Bai Jinglan: "So?"

Vivian tilted her head: "So, he can get a drug that is still in the experimental stage, which can relieve or even cure his brain tumor."

"Experimental stage?"

Bai Jinglan curled her lips, no matter what she heard, it was unreliable.

Vivian showed that poppy-like glamorous smile again: "Without this drug, he can only live for two months at most. With this drug, he has at least a [-]% chance of surviving. What do you think he will do?" choose?"

"Ok."

Bai Jinglan was speechless.

Flushing is an area in Queens. In recent years, there have been more and more Chinese people living and living here, and a new "Chinatown" has gradually formed. There are a variety of Chinese signboards and a market that is no different from that in China. Most of the people who come and go are black-haired and yellow-skinned, and from time to time you can hear the sound of yelling and selling with domestic characteristics.

Bai Jinglan's environment here is very friendly. There is also an Asian community in Brooklyn, but the atmosphere is much worse than here. Moreover, the Chinese in Brooklyn are mostly descendants of the South, and the language is mainly Teochew, while Farah Sheng's ethnic Chinese are mostly immigrants from the north, and their language is mainly Mandarin.

After Vivian got off the car, she went straight to a seafood stall.

In front of the seafood stall, a plainly dressed middle-aged man was clumsily selecting tuna, while asking the boss, "Is this fish fresh?"

"Of course, it was salvaged this morning."

"Is it okay to steam this fish?"

Before the boss could answer, Vivian walked over and said casually, "Don't forget to soak the milk."

"milk?"

Ethan Renner obviously didn't know Vivienne, and he was thinking about her proposal in a daze.

Vivian shrugged: "Unless you plan to deep fry, then you don't need to soak the milk."

Ethan smiled: "I haven't thought about it that much."

"I like men who don't pretend to know how to cook."

Vivienne cast a wink at Bai Jinglan, and Bai Jinglan rolled her eyes. His cooking skills are indeed not that good, but it's not that bad. Moreover, when he was in a small shop these days, He also practiced his cooking skills consciously or unintentionally. With his body control far beyond ordinary people, he thought that the food he made tasted good.

"Then you have found the right person."

Ethan looked at the amazingly charming Vivienne, the vicissitudes of life in his eyes were peaceful.

Even when he was healthy before, he was not a lustful person, let alone now when he is about to die of illness.

"Thanks to your tip, I will make fry for my daughter."

Ethan took the money to buy the tuna and turned to leave. Vivienne answered naturally, "Is today Zoe's lucky day?"

Zoe is his daughter's name.

Ethan's expression finally changed. He turned his head and looked at Vivienne carefully. There was a trace of tension in his vicissitudes of eyes: "Ma'am, what's your name?"

"You can call me Vivi."

"Nice to meet you, Vivi..."

Ethan seemed to have confirmed Vivian's identity, and the nervousness quickly turned into indifference, "But I'm not interested!"

When he woke up from a coma while chasing criminals, his boss announced on the spot that he was no longer fit to work for the CIA, that is to say, he worked hard for the CIA all his life, and even neglected his wife and daughter for this. He lost too much There are too many, but in the end they only end up with a small and pitiful pension.

Vivian was not at all surprised by the indifference in Ethan's words. She took out a watch from her pocket and waved it in front of the middle-aged man: "Maybe we can talk."

Ethan's body froze for a moment, and he reached out to take the watch over, with a complicated look on his face: "This is given to me by my wife."

He has always carried the watch given by his wife, but he accidentally lost it on the beach by the sea when he was chasing Abino.

For this job and to protect the safety of his family, he travels almost all year round. The relationship with his family is tense, but he loves his family deeply.

Vivian waved at Bai Jinglan: "Let's go, baby, let's go for a drive."

Ethan turned his head to look at Bai Jinglan, then at Vivienne, pondered for a while, patted the bicycle by his hand, and said, "We can talk, but we must bring my bicycle."

Vivian shrugged and smiled: "When we finish talking, you will see your bicycle."

Getting into the car again, Bai Jinglan sat in the driver's seat, Vivienne sat in the co-pilot, and Ethan sat in the back seat. He couldn't help but ask, "Who do you work for?"

Bai Jinglan said lightly: "I'm just a bounty hunter, and I only work for myself."

In the United States, bounty hunters are legal occupations. Like police officers, they only need a short training to obtain legal documents.

Bai Jinglan's career recorded in the CIA is an excellent bounty hunter.

"Bounty hunter?" Ethan was surprised. Did he guess wrong.

"White was found by me."

Vivian turned her head and smiled, "I work for the director of the CIA."

Ethan snorted: "I don't know about big leaders."

Bai Jinglan drove the car onto the road and asked Vivian, "Where are you going this time?"

"117 Mulberry Street."

Vivian said an address, then turned her head and said, "In Serbia is the operation I am responsible for. I was tracking the wolf. We think he was in the hotel that day. I also think you may have seen him. If you see him again, you Should be able to recognize... I want you to work for me."

"Impossible, I already have arrangements."

Ethan answered without any hesitation, he was already like this, and he just wanted to spend more time with his family before he died.

"Don't you want to spend more time with Zooey, instead of just a few months?" Vivienne handed him a beautiful wooden box with a confident smile, "As a reward, I will give you an experimental Drug, this drug can prolong your life... Ethan, are you interested?"

"..."

Ethan took the wooden box and opened it. Inside was an injection. He was silent for a while, "Where's the text? It's the test result."

"it's here."

Vivienne handed over a bunch of materials, all prepared by Glenn.

Ethan flipped through the information, frowned and asked, "Why didn't anyone tell me before?"

"Because you are not worthy of treatment." Vivian's answer was very heart-wrenching, "But you were not worth it before, but now you are."

"why?"

"Because you are sick, terminally ill people don't care about anything." Vivienne looked at him, "I have the ability to accomplish many things, but only you can help me find the wolf, find him, kill him, White will help you."

Ethan's voice was full of self-mockery: "Kill him to redeem your life?"

"Yes."

Vivian smiled like a flower, but in Ethan's eyes, she was probably a beautiful snake.

"arrive."

Bai Jinglan parked the car on the side of the road, Vivian pointed to the building outside, and said to the hesitant Ethan: "There is a man inside, he works for the wolf's accountant. I want you to start immediately, catch him , Ask about the whereabouts of the wolf."

Ethan licked his dry lips: "I'm still in a hurry to go home and fry fish..."

Vivienne didn't move, took out a Beretta pistol, put on the silencer and handed it to him: "If you're fast enough, you won't miss your lunch."

After all, Ethan couldn't hold back his desire to live, and took the pistol with a sigh: "How many people do I want to kill?"

"One."

"Ok."

Ethan resigned himself to getting out of the car and walked into the building.

"There seems to be more than one person inside."

Bai Jinglan's five senses were extremely sensitive, not much worse than the blind Daredevil, and he knew the number of people inside just by hearing.

There is definitely more than one person on that floor, and there is a strong smell of gun oil. If he wants to catch that person for interrogation, he will probably have to fight Wushuang.

Vivienne took out a lady's cigarette and lit it, and said calmly: "After he was retired, his heart softened. Well, it was probably because of his daughter. This is not a good thing for agents, especially when facing terrorists." When the time comes, I have to ask him to recall his past memories... Also, I have to test how much his illness has affected him, otherwise it might drag you down when he takes action."

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(End of this chapter)