Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division, or S.H.I.E.L.D., is an organization that prevents major crises in the world.
S.H.I.E.L.D's exclusive prison, where all people imprisoned are heinous criminals.
It is divided into three floors. The deeper you go, the more hideous the crime. By the third floor, generally, serial killers who have killed more than a dozen people are not even qualified to be imprisoned here.
Deep on the prison's third floor, it is so quiet that you can even hear a drop of water falling to the ground.
Not only is it extremely quiet here, but there is also no light here.
Absolute silence and darkness, as if the world is left with only oneself. In such a place, even a determined person will be driven crazy.
And in such a place, a person is imprisoned.
Just like the son of God who was tied to a cross, the prisoner was actually trapped on a metal frame.
What was even more exaggerated was that both his arms and legs were tightly blocked by heavy metal rings, leaving only his head, which could move slightly in a small space.
At this moment, the criminal, imprisoned in an exaggerated posture, lowered his head slightly, his vicissitudes and messy hair casually scattered, but it didn't block his handsome face for everyone to see.
"Tap..."
Clear footsteps came from the outside.
After hearing the footsteps, the man who was tightly tied raised his head and pursed his lips with a charming and strange smile.
"Natasha Romanoff, you're here~"
A ray of light suddenly lit up in this dark area, which can make people extremely uncomfortable.
However, the person inside did not have any change in his expression at all, and he still smiled at the figure that was getting closer.
A tight leather jacket wrapped around her extremely hot body curves that is enough to attract the attention of all men in the world.
Looking down, her powerful legs had no fat at all; they were just perfect. One point less would make them too thin, and one point more would make them too fat.
Her red wine-like hair added a bit of charm to the top.
This was a beauty with some fatal charm like poppy, which made her unforgettable by people at first sight.
At this moment, Natasha Romanoff, also known as Black Widow, her face was extremely cold, like a living ice cube.
"Locke Payne, you don't love anyone in this world; you only love yourself!" Her face was cold, but her voice was even colder.
Locke shook his head: "No, no, no, I don't only love myself, I also love beauties, all kinds of beauties, which is the most beautiful scenery in the world."
Natasha inexplicably felt a surge of anger from her heart: "Then you really have enough love!"
"I still love you the most, my dear Natasha Romanoff."
"Or, you no longer have the confidence to defeat those little girls who like to show off their youthful vitality outside; this is not the style of the dignified Black widow~"
"Enough!"
"I'm not here to talk nonsense with you about these meaningless topics."
"Locke Payne, your sentence has come down."
"Oh~"
"How is it? Is it to restart the death penalty that has been canceled? Or I'm going to be sentenced to millions of years imprisonment here?"
Looking at Locke, who was not afraid at all, but full of curiosity, Natasha inexplicably felt a little powerless.
Does this man really not know how to spell the word fear?
"Ten thousand years, you will be imprisoned here for a full ten thousand years!"
Locke curled his lips: "Only ten thousand years, that judge is not good enough."
The enemy not only did not surrender but also took the initiative to provoke.
Natasha's eyes showed a complex color.
"Don't be stupid, Locke Payne; you can only live to a hundred years at most."
"Oh, my dear Natasha Romanoff, what do you want to say?"
"Locke, plead guilty." Natasha's voice suddenly became soft.
"Confess everything, maybe..."
"Maybe what?" Locke pursed his lips while smiling evilly.
"Perhaps you can help me erase some of my sins?"
"Natasha Romanoff, don't be stupid, that braised egghead(Nick Fury) won't let you do that."
"Nearly three-digit agents were killed, thirty-two safe houses were ransacked, an aerospace aircraft carrier was destroyed, and two arsenals emptied. The total cost of these will not be less than tens of billions of dollars. That braised egghead's decades of corruption are almost all gone; he won't let me go."
Natasha's expression became more complicated.
"Why on earth did you do that? I checked the information, and there is no conflict between you and S.H.I.E.L.D."
Locke nodded, then shook his head: "Although S.H.I.E.L.D. has a lot of problems, and there is also a braised egghead director who is in the late stages of paranoia, but S.H.I.E.L.D. has really no conflict with me."
"Then why did you do that?"
"Natasha Romanoff, don't be naive. When that braised egghead ordered you to kill some people, did those people have offended you? Or offended that braised egghead?"
"People don't need to find reasons for killing ants. That braised egghead did it, and so did I. The only difference is that I failed."
The conversation had reached this point, and it was obvious that there was nothing more to say.
Natasha turned around and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, Locke's voice sounded from behind her.
"Natasha Romanoff, don't go too deep into this matter. You can't fight the whirlpool here, and that braised egghead can't protect you."
Natasha Romanoff hesitated: "I'm different from you!"
"Okay then, but if you don't mind, can you bring me some dried fish? You know, the food here is really bad."
Natasha Romanoff didn't say anything else, but shortly after leaving, someone sent several dried fish.
Locke smiled when he saw the dried fish on the side.
After all, she is a woman, no matter how tough her mouth is, her heart is still soft, especially Natasha Romanoff's is softer than ordinary women.
Turning around, Locke's eyes narrowed slightly.
"This way, all the preparations will be enough."
After traveling into this world for several years, he has made too many preparations for this moment.
The next moment, a light curtain that only Locke could see appeared out of thin air.
Name: Locke Payne
Ability: Latitude Trading (activated)
Skills: Firearms (Proficient), Martial Arts (Master), Firearm modification (Master)
Rating: Mortal Limits
Locke is a time traveler. He does not have any system, chat group, or other Gold Finger. The only extraordinary thing he has that comes with time travel is the latitude trading ability, which allows him to trade with life forms in other dimensions.
The effect is incredible, but the only problem is that Locke's latitude trading ability requires sufficiently high-purity energy to activate.
When it comes to high-purity energy, in the Marvel universe, the first thing that comes to anyone's mind is naturally the Infinity Stones.
Of the Infinity Stones on the earth, the Time Stone is impossible to obtain because it is in the hand of the Sorcerer Supreme.
Only the Space Stone that's in the S.H.I.E.L.D can give the latitude trading ability sufficiently high-purity energy to activate.
Therefore, relying on his foresight of the world, Locke has been fighting against S.H.I.E.L.D.
After several years of hard work, he finally made Nick Fury furious and sent a large number of agents to hunt him down.
Locke also took advantage of this opportunity to single-handedly breaks into the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, which has been greatly reduced in defense, and prepares to snatch the Space Stone.
In the end, he failed.
He did touch the Space Stone, but unfortunately, he was defeated by Nick Fury, who was in the advanced stage of persecution paranoia. The guy actually hid a Skrull in the S.H.I.E.L.D. treasure house and finally captured Locke.
However, no one knows that Locke actually succeeded because he only needed the energy of the Space Stone instead of getting it.