## Bruce Banner
That night.
Qingshui had finished his work, integrating the Osborn Corporation's data center into Viteos's network surveillance. He also managed to get the company to fund the creation of a supercomputer to boost Viteos's processing power, all on the company dime.
After completing his work, Qingshui returned home with three storage tubes containing raw Vibranium ore.
"Young master, you have a visitor."
As soon as Qingshui got out of the car, Jorge, the butler, approached him and opened the car door.
"Who is it?"
"Ms. Pepper's former assistant, Ms. Natalie, though she now goes by Natasha Romanoff. She appears to be from a government agency."
Qingshui raised an eyebrow slightly.
Black Widow, paying a house call.
That was rare.
Even rarer was the fact that she hadn't snuck in covertly but had come openly and formally to visit him.
"Take me to her."
"Ms. Romanoff is in the living room."
The butler took the blue suit Qingshui had just taken off and led him to the living room.
"Mr. Watt."
Natasha, dressed in a form-fitting, alluring black combat suit, sat properly at the table in the living room.
Qingshui didn't reply. Instead, he used his Transparent World to scan his surroundings, then squatted down and crawled under the table.
Jorge's expression was a bit strained, feeling that the young master's actions were impolite.
Because it looked like something a pervert would do.
Natasha also lowered her head, peering under the table.
"Mr. Watt, do you have a particular hobby?"
"I don't know if you've investigated my hobbies, but I can certainly tell you that your hobby is planting listening devices in other people's homes."
Qingshui reached under the table and removed two inconspicuous black listening devices, tossing them onto the table. He then walked to the window and retrieved another listening device from the top of the curtain.
Next were two more, from behind the frame of the Picasso painting hanging on the wall.
Heh, compared to the bat-eared guy next door, your methods for installing listening devices aren't natural enough.
"Jorge, could you please take the maids to check the restrooms? I'll have a chat with this special agent."
Qingshui sat down opposite Black Widow, crossing his legs.
Jorge gave Natasha a deep look.
"Yes, young master. Should I call the security guards from the estate?"
"No need."
Qingshui shook his head.
Jorge placed his hand on his chest and bowed elegantly to Qingshui before withdrawing.
Even with the listening devices discovered, Natasha didn't seem embarrassed, remaining composed as she sat before Qingshui.
"Are you also here for the Regeneration Serum? I won't hand over the technology to anyone, but I will sell usage quotas to the military, the government, and society. Instead of causing trouble at my home, you should go to tomorrow's Osborn press conference."
Qingshui said, looking at the Black Widow sitting opposite him.
"Mr. Watt, we aren't here for the Regeneration Serum."
Natasha's face held a charming smile.
"Let's make this quick. You have twenty minutes. I have dinner plans with two Hollywood actresses tonight, and my time is precious. And, since you installed listening devices in my home, regardless of which department you're from, I won't sell any Regeneration Serum quotas to you. Anyway, you're not here for the Regeneration Serum, are you?"
Qingshui glanced at the time on his wristwatch.
Natasha's expression remained calm, but inwardly, she was a bit flustered.
With my figure and looks, how am I any less appealing than those Hollywood actresses?
And the Regeneration Serum... both the technology and the quotas, they actually really want that too.
"Mr. Watt, we come with sincerity, not just for us, but for you and your mentor as well."
Natasha took a thin file from behind her back and handed it to Qingshui.
"I don't consider planting listening devices in my bathroom a sign of sincerity."
Qingshui said, taking the file and glancing at the cover.
"We've found concrete information regarding your former doctoral supervisor, Mr. Banner. Earth now needs your wisdom and power, and Dr. Banner's."
Qingshui opened the file and pondered for a moment.
The Tesseract, Loki...
So, the timeline has reached this point.
An event like this—I should participate. Perhaps becoming a part of the Avengers' formation could bring good fortune.
Beyond that, Qingshui also needs to ensure his own safety during this incident and, if possible, gain additional benefits.
As Qingshui perused the documents, Natasha began her introduction.
"We are the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, responsible for handling supernatural phenomena worldwide..."
"Tsk, you've really come at a bad time. Viteos, inform Jorge and tell those two ladies that tonight's date is temporarily postponed."
Qingshui quickly scanned the files, put them back in the folder, tossed it onto the table, and spoke.
"Understood, sir."
Viteos's electronic voice came from the speakers along the ceiling's edge.
Natasha vigilantly glanced at the speaker's location.
How do you have AI too?
But it looks like he's agreed.
And with Qingshui's agreement, it would certainly help in convincing Dr. Banner to join later.
A few minutes later, a Quinjet, spewing exhaust, landed on the lawn of Qingshui Manor.
This thing was probably some black technology left behind by Howard Stark; its flight speed was incredibly fast.
It flew from New York, USA, to Mumbai, India, in less than three hours.
Upon approaching the house in the suburbs, Bruce Banner looked at Qingshui and Black Widow beside him with a puzzled expression.
"Watt? You're an agent now too? I thought a billionaire like you..."
"Mr. Banner, I'm not with them."
Qingshui stepped forward and exchanged a polite hug with his former teacher.
"They're certainly not good people. You can think of them as the same type as the military; it's not a bad thing to be more vigilant. However, there really is trouble now that needs our help."
"Asking me for help isn't a good idea. Once that big guy appears, Watt, even with your high-tech suit, you might not be able to handle it."
Banner shrugged, his demeanor calm.
It was the kind of calm that comes from too much hardship, leading one to a state of mental resignation.
"Gentlemen, you can catch up and talk bad about them later. Dr. Banner, this is information on the Tesseract. You can take a look. We need the best high-energy physicist to track it based on its gamma rays. We can show you more detailed information on the way."
Natasha held a tablet and handed it to Banner.
Banner picked up his glasses from the table, took the tablet, and began to read.
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