The beautiful Natasha entered the restaurant. Her stunning face and sexy figure raised the temperature in the restaurant by several degrees.
Dahlia mouthed silently to Alven, "Is she here for you?" After asking, she looked at the gazes of the men nearby and whispered, "She's big trouble!"
Alven nodded silently, confirming Dahlia's words.
Jessica, who was making lemonade nearby, pouted angrily, muttering some barely audible swear words starting with 'b'.
Matt, who was eating steak, suddenly looked up, his eyes meeting Jessica's, and he smiled slightly.
Like a child caught doing something wrong, Jessica gave Matt an awkward smile. Then she realized Matt couldn't see. Just as she felt a bit flustered, she saw Matt give her a warm smile and a nod of encouragement. It seemed to say, "Good scolding, keep it up!"
Jessica, teased by Matt, wasn't angry. Amused, she poured him a glass of lemonade and, mischievously, swapped the positions of the salt and pepper in front of him. At the same time, she glared at Foggy, who was covering his mouth and chuckling, motioning for him not to speak.
Meanwhile, Natasha and two police officers walked to the bar. The two officers greeted some acquaintances nearby and found empty seats to sit down.
Natasha looked at the full bar seats, walked up to a middle-aged white man who was watching her, and whispered a few words.
The middle-aged white man, slightly agitated, tried to show his gentlemanly demeanor, picked up his steak, and found someone he knew to share a seat with. His spineless behavior drew a round of boos.
Jessica placed a glass of lemonade in front of Natasha and said coldly, "Miss, we've sold out of steak today. Perhaps you'd like a sandwich."
Natasha glanced at Jessica, smiled, and said, "Perhaps you've misunderstood. I'm not here to eat. I'm here to apply for a waitressing job." She then looked at Alven and asked, "Mr. Ye, do you need a smiling waitress here?" After speaking, she gave Jessica a challenging smile.
Jessica stomped her foot in anger, turned to grab a rag, and furiously wiped the already clean bar.
"I don't need an agent to work as a waitress here," Alven said, turning to Foggy and asking, "Foggy, you're a lawyer. Have you heard of a government agency called S.H.I.E.L.D.?
This Miss Natasha, who claims to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, wants to frame me with a crime and kick me out of the restaurant. Can you give me some professional advice?"
As soon as Alven spoke, the atmosphere in the entire restaurant completely changed. All the men's gazes towards Natasha became cold. They seemed ready to tear her to pieces at any moment.
Foggy was stunned by Alven's words. This time, it was Matt, who had been silent, who spoke, "S.H.I.E.L.D. is affiliated with the World Security Council. Their main responsibility is to deal with criminals or criminal organizations whose anti-social behavior threatens human safety. Their headquarters are in the Triskelion in Washington. All of this is public information.
Although the nature of their missions is confidential, if Alven, you don't have a habit of eating people, I don't think you need to worry about her threats. If she affects your life, I think the Nelson & Murdock law firm would be happy to sue S.H.I.I.E.L.D. on your behalf.
Of course, we first need to confirm this lady's identity. Her actions really don't seem like those of a qualified agent.
If necessary, I can call my friends at the FBI. They've taken too much blame for S.H.I.E.L.D. and have been bickering with them recently. They'd probably be happy to cause them trouble!"
Matt's words made Natasha's face turn a bit ugly. When Alven exposed her identity, her mission was already ruined.
Although this was good, she didn't actually intend to infiltrate here. Ending this mission quickly was what she wanted, and then she could track down the culprit who almost got her killed.
But now this Alven interested her a bit. Perhaps she could continue to test him before Coulson arrived. That would be very interesting!
Natasha smiled at Matt and said, "I just want Boss Alven to cooperate with our work. This is a right that S.H.I.E.L.D. possesses. If you are unwilling to cooperate, we can forcibly rent your restaurant as a workplace. This has been authorized and approved by the Supreme Court of the United States."
Matt smiled confidently and said, "Then you must first prove the necessity of your actions, that is, where nearby there are criminals who endanger human safety.
With all due respect, Agent, your actions are so thoroughly exposed that there's no need to stay here and make things difficult for Alven. And I can assure you, there are absolutely no criminals within your scope of work in the two blocks near here."
Natasha said indifferently, "This is my job, and you've ruined my job. If any unexpected situation occurs here, will you be responsible? Or will it be those cowardly police officers?"
"We should be responsible. We are the police here. Miss Natasha, please show your identification. We now suspect you are impersonating a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. An agent would never act like you!" The middle-aged police officer stood up, looking at Natasha expressionlessly, his right hand on his holster. The young police officer was stunned for a moment, then reacted, also standing up and gripping his holster, staring at Natasha.
Natasha, stared at by the two police officers, ignored their menacing gazes and turned to Alven, saying, "Alven, your actions have completely ruined my operation. I can tell you, my target is a Croatian man named Zebediah Killgrave, nicknamed Purple Man, in the house across from your restaurant.
He is suspected of having mind-control abilities. We have intelligence confirming his involvement in several suicides in places like Washington and Miami. I was ordered to come here to observe him undercover. And you've ruined my operation. Our field agents will go and apprehend him immediately."
"Then catch him. Since you know he's dangerous, why don't you just apprehend him instead of observing?" Alven, hearing that the target was the Purple Man, breathed a sigh of relief. That guy had already been fed to the Ghoul Vine by him. And because of that, Jessica, who was controlled, was rescued.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. observes all individuals with special abilities, assesses their destructive power, and then takes action. This is why I came here, and you've messed up my mission," Natasha said coldly to Alven.
Alven curled his lip, sneering, "Observe, assess? I feel more like a headhunting company recruiting employees." He turned to the young police officer and asked, "Scott, what would the police do if they knew about a guy like that?"
Young Scott thought for a moment and said seriously, "Formulate a plan, quickly apprehend or eliminate the criminal."
"See, even our police here know what to do, but you're thinking of observing and assessing. Let me guess, when necessary, you even want to recruit this guy to serve you.
And Miss, don't you dare say I ruined your mission; you don't seem to want to carry out any mission at all!" Alven said sarcastically.
"This is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s right. We have the right to recruit criminals for rehabilitation and allow them to exert greater value."
Before Natasha finished speaking, Jessica slammed her palm on the bar. A deep palm print appeared on the three-inch-thick solid wood countertop. Jessica pointed at the door, gritting her teeth, and in a chilling voice, she roared, "Get out! You're not welcome here!"
Matt and Foggy shook their heads simultaneously, clearly disapproving of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s approach. Instead of apprehending a criminal, they wanted to observe, assess, and then recruit him to serve them, completely disregarding the safety of ordinary people and the crimes he should bear for the people he had killed.
This was not the behavior of a responsible organization.