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"White?"
Natasha, Black Canary, Catwoman, and Jean Grey immediately envisioned the scene.
Black suit + white stockings + high heels... Each item on its own seemed quite proper, but together, why did it look so strange?
It seemed to be catering to something?
The male Agents nearby looked at the girls' outfits, revealing mysterious smiles.
The Men in Black truly is a conscientious organization.
Whether it was the attire for male or female Agents, they had truly hit the mark.
Thinking about their future work, dealing with all sorts of bizarre aliens every day, it really wouldn't do without a few pretty girls to feast their eyes on.
Natasha asked reluctantly, "My Lord, didn't the declaration say we should try to be low-key? Wouldn't white be more eye-catching?"
Lin Luo smiled, "The declaration also said, unless you are naturally beautiful and cannot be low-key."
"Uh..." Natasha was momentarily speechless.
However, seeing Lin Luo's expression, she quickly understood something.
"My Lord, the declaration and these uniforms... could it be that you formulated them?"
"Mm."
Lin Luo admitted it righteously.
There was nothing to hide about this; he had worked hard for human civilization for over a hundred years, so what was wrong with using a little power to enjoy himself?
"Is there a problem?"
Hearing this, Natasha's eyes lit up, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, and she nodded thoughtfully, "Alright, I understand... I understand..."
So, My Lord's internal system is XP.
She knew the hearts of such men too well.
A man with XP would inevitably have a heart that disregarded risks and continued to install.
She only needed to show a little charm, and then use a little trick, and this young My Lord would surely comply!
Lin Luo raised his hand to glance at his watch and said, "Enough chitchat. For the subsequent arrangements, follow the instructions Agent L gives you."
"As for the mission, those Autobots are in your hands."
"Once you've changed into your uniforms in the changing room, veteran Agents will come to meet you and guide you through the mission process."
"Remember, everything is for the benefit of the Men in Black."
"Alright, besides that, there's another task. I need a driver to take me to school. Who's interested in the role?"
"!!!"
My Lord's driver!
This was absolutely a plum job.
What kind of person could be the boss's driver?
The most trusted person!
Because a driver could not only know My Lord's itinerary, who he met every day, and what he dealt with, but also chat and confide with the boss, knowing secrets that even My Lord's wife didn't know.
One could say it was the closest person.
"Me!"
Natasha and Catwoman simultaneously raised their hands and shouted.
Several male Agents nearby, including Eric and Mr. Bean, were also eager, but seeing Natasha and Catwoman raise their hands, they immediately abandoned the idea.
There was no way; compared to these two great beauties, their competitiveness was too low.
Between a beauty and a rough man, any normal man would know who to choose. They still had that much self-awareness.
Natasha and Catwoman exchanged glances, engaging in the first round of silent competition.
Lin Luo, meanwhile, scrutinized Natasha and Catwoman back and forth.
Catwoman was taller than Natasha, but Natasha's aura was the type he liked.
What to do? Making someone with decision-making difficulties choose was truly too hard.
Although there's an old saying from his previous life, children make choices, adults want them all.
However, as someone who had lived for over 140 years, he had to understand one principle.
The more you gain, the more you often lose.
So he chose to have them all.
Heh heh, just kidding.
Natasha had not chosen to expose herself, still retaining her S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent identity, and Catwoman was no easy opponent either.
She used her true self as a disguise, perfectly, but unfortunately, she chose the wrong target to deceive.
Let them fight it out themselves.
Natasha quickly promoted herself: "I've taken courses in various professions like bodyguard and nursing, and I have the highest level licenses. I can not only be a driver but also a part-time bodyguard and nanny."
"Hmph!" Catwoman snorted, disdainfully saying, "I have strong anti-reconnaissance and reconnaissance abilities. Even Batman can't do anything to me. If I'm the driver, I can avoid all dangers."
Natasha was unimpressed and retorted:
"Oh, I almost forgot. The most important skill for a qualified driver is driving. Sorry, besides having the highest level driving license, I also have a pilot's license and licenses for various other modes of transport."
"You're wrong. A truly excellent driver doesn't need any documents to prove it. Just with my experience of shaking off the Batmobile more than a dozen times, you've already lost," Catwoman challenged, blinking her eyes.
Natasha looked contemptuous and said, "Your so-called driving skill is just running away, then."
Catwoman shrugged indifferently, returning a sarcastic look, "What's wrong with running away? At least it ensures My Lord's safety."
"Safety? How do I feel that if danger strikes, you might just abandon My Lord?" Natasha said with a strange tone.
They were already starting to get sarcastic... Lin Luo, however, was delighted by this situation.
The more fiercely they argued, the better. Ideally, they'd get so angry they'd start fighting.
Catwoman was silent for a moment, then shook off her negative emotions, suddenly becoming serious and sincere.
"The old me would definitely have done something like that, but not anymore."
"Here, I've gained what I've always dreamed of, so I should contribute, even if it means my life."
It sounded plausible, but... it was just being a driver, how did it involve sacrificing one's life?
Natasha rolled her eyes.
Heh heh, acting so real, who can't just talk a big game?
"Before I sacrifice my life, I would definitely send My Lord to a safe location first. Senseless sacrifice is meaningless, and besides... I don't believe a thief can truly make a sacrifice."
When she said the latter half, her tone was especially emphasized, with the words "thief" standing out.
When Catwoman enjoyed her life of thievery, she didn't care about the identity of a thief.
Stealing money from the rich, helping some poor people who couldn't eat, and donating to orphanages for good deeds.
But ever since she had thoughts of retirement, she had grown to despise this inescapable title.
As the saying goes... don't hit below the belt when scolding someone. Being hit twice where it hurt, Catwoman showed no reaction on the surface but clenched her fists behind her back.
When women argue, it's like men fighting for face; if they get too heated, they'll do anything.
Catwoman glanced at Natasha, a hint of charm on her face, then turned to Lin Luo and said, "My Lord, if I were your driver, I could drive when you have business."
"When you have no business, you could drive..."
The tone suddenly changed to something inappropriate.
"Cough cough!" Lin Luo quickly interrupted Catwoman with a light cough and said, "We'll discuss this later."
"You two don't need to argue. Come together."
Lin Luo didn't give anyone time to react, pulled out his portal gun, opened a portal on the ground, and flashed into it.
Why did he leave so quickly?
My Lord also had his pride... With her superior gone, Catwoman exhaled, the charm on her face instantly vanishing, returning to her aloof feline demeanor.
Natasha, however, didn't change her expression.
The goal was achieved, the process didn't matter.
She calmly looked at Catwoman.
A woman's intuition told her that this old cat, who also wanted to get close to My Lord, was by no means simple.
"Be careful not to show your cat's tail," Natasha hinted to Catwoman, gracefully walking past her.
"You should rein in your fox's tail first," Catwoman rushed past, finally jumping into the portal with Natasha.
The newcomers on the scene exchanged glances until they received Agent L's mission instructions and quickly sprang into action... New York, a certain manor.
A Rolls-Royce was parked in front of the manor.
Lin Luo passed through the portal, landing directly in the back passenger seat, his clothes changing from a suit to casual wear.
The next second, Natasha and Catwoman landed in the driver's and front passenger seats, their clothes transforming into Men in Black suits.
Black suit... short skirt, high stockings... high heels... what?
Can't drive in high heels?
That was no problem for either of them.
"What?!"
Natasha and Catwoman stared blankly at their surroundings, then at their changed clothes. This sudden transformation left them momentarily unable to react.
Lin Luo glanced at his watch and said, "Ladies, I have one hour until I'm late."
"!!!"
At these words, Natasha and Catwoman instantly snapped back to reality.
Natasha quickly buckled her seatbelt, started the car, and asked with a light laugh, "My Lord, are you going to New York University, or..."
"Queens, Midtown High School," Lin Luo replied.
High school?
The two women were stunned again, wondering if they had misheard.
Catwoman turned back in confusion, asking again for confirmation, "Are you sure it's high school?"
Lin Luo didn't answer her, pointing to the watch on his wrist, "I have fifty-nine minutes and thirty seconds left."
"Uh... okay, okay." Catwoman quickly shrank back.
Natasha then started the car and drove onto the road.
On the road.
Lin Luo played a cheerful song, humming lightly while admiring the city outside the car window, looking to be in a good mood.
"My Lord, I'm very curious, can't you instantly teleport to school? Why..." Natasha asked in a casual tone.
This was the first step in getting information: casual conversation.
Don't underestimate casual conversation; for some people, words spoken inadvertently, the information revealed, are far more important than information they might investigate.
"After over a hundred years of a fast-paced, hard life, I now want to stop and enjoy the life of an ordinary person," Lin Luo replied calmly.
"Over a hundred years?" Natasha and Catwoman exclaimed subconsciously.
They grasped the key point, and Catwoman followed up, "My Lord, you look about seventeen or eighteen. Over a hundred years... so what's your age?"
Lin Luo still didn't hide it, saying, "About 140, I can't remember exactly."
Natasha: "..."
Catwoman: "..."
Over 140 years old?
It must be said that looks truly can influence perception and how one acts.
If Lin Luo had the image of a normal old man, Catwoman would definitely not have said what she did earlier, and Natasha would have responded more calmly.
"Which means you established the Men in Black before World War II..." Catwoman said thoughtfully.
After speaking, Catwoman's expression froze, and Natasha next to her wished she could slap herself.
Why did she blurt out her thoughts?
Didn't that clearly show they were trying to get information?
Natasha immediately changed the subject, "If you're living an ordinary life, you must be using an ordinary identity, right? So, in the future, is it okay for us to call you My Lord outside?"
Lin Luo shook his head, "It's not a big problem. My ordinary name is Lin Luo, and my identity is also that of a boss. You should be able to search for some information in the database using my name."
"Lin Luo?" Natasha paused.
This name seemed somewhat familiar; she felt like she had seen it somewhere?
Without thinking too much, and too lazy to think further, since My Lord allowed it, she could just search in the database.
The moment the information was retrieved, Natasha and Catwoman's brains froze on the spot.
Owning Stark Industries shares comparable to Tony Stark... 35% of Wayne Enterprises in Gotham... one of the major shareholders of Osborn Group... 90% of Pym Technologies shares... At first glance at the data, Natasha immediately remembered why the name sounded familiar.
Before joining the Men in Black, S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury had given her a mission to investigate Stark Industries and get close to Tony Stark.
Among the Stark Industries documents, there was a mysterious shareholder they couldn't find much information about, named Lin Luo.
She hadn't had time to look at it in detail before being told the mission was interrupted, and a more important mission was to be given to her.
What a coincidence.
The target of this mission, the My Lord of the Men in Black, was the mysterious shareholder of Stark Industries from the previous mission.
And... the identities of several shareholders combined were worth far more than Tony Stark or Bruce Wayne, the two richest people in the World.
Natasha and Catwoman were internally in disarray.
You call this an ordinary person?
Such ordinary identities, please give them a stack!
Catwoman's mood was far more complicated than Natasha's, the reason being... it was related to Wayne Enterprises, as it might concern her future.
"Indeed, the World's richest people rumored online are all fake; the true richest person has always lived behind the scenes," Natasha sighed.
Catwoman quickly changed her mood and asked curiously, "My Lord, may I ask a somewhat presumptuous question?"
"With so many funding sources for the Men in Black, how much is an Agent's salary?"
"Heh heh."
Lin Luo was amused by the question and said:
"Funding sources? The money of human civilization has no meaning to the Agents of the Men in Black."
"For the entire Men in Black organization, apart from my orders and human civilization itself, everything else is meaningless."
"Of course, the money of human civilization is not entirely useless. If you make significant contributions in the future and wish to return to an ordinary life, the Men in Black can use that money to give you a wonderful latter half of your life."
Alas... what a notion of money being meaningless.
Catwoman had toiled for money for half her life, and now she was told that money was meaningless?
Natasha, however, had no reaction to these words; she herself had little interest in money.
After a moment of contemplation, she decided to ask a provocative question.
So provocative that there was a high probability of being kicked out.
"My Lord, Agent L said we joined the New York branch of the Men in Black. Where is our headquarters located?"
Hearing this question, the gloom in Catwoman's heart vanished, and she stared dumbfounded at Natasha in the driver's seat.
"Huaxia."
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