63 Black Widow Dottie!?

The officer furrowed his brow, skillfully took the money, and looked at a piece of paper, "Are you American?"

"Yup, the fucking Great Depression, it is tough to make a living." Chris cursed with such convincing acting that he appeared as a destitute soul forced to leave his hometown during the economic downturn. No one would suspect that he was actually a millionaire.

"All right, don't make a scene, go inside." The officer checked and realized that Chris wasn't a wanted man or someone to be arrested, so he let him go.

Chris kept his head down and walked in, and just as he entered the town, a woman bumped into him.

Chris lowered his head and walked inside. Just as he entered the city, a woman bumped into him. 

Stepping back slightly, Chris grabbed her hand and said, "Sorry, you've got the wrong person, we're in the same line of work."

The woman flinched, she was a tall beauty, blonde hair, blue eyes, flaming red lips, well defined features, fair skin, and at a glance it was obvious that she was an Eastern European woman.

After stopping the woman's pickpocketing, Chris extended an invitation, "Meeting is destiny, let's go to dinner together?"

The woman smiled slightly and said, "Sure!"

Chris found a nice restaurant and went in to order, not really familiar with the etiquette of the place, and seemed to be making jokes.

The woman simply smiled out of politeness, and without any intention of extending a helping hand.　　

After ordered the dishes, Chris said "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom for a moment."

At this moment, the woman spoke up, "You wouldn't happen to have ordered all these meals and then tried to run away while using the restroom, would you? That's not something a gentleman should do~"

Chris was stumped for a moment, then pulled out a stack of money, "I don't lack money, okay? Since you're concerned, I'll just leave the money here. If you need it, you can take it." With that, he walked away, not caring about the woman's reaction. He was really just hungry and wanted someone to have a meal with.

When Chris went to the restroom, he really just went to the restroom.

Back in the restaurant, the woman was still sitting there. The food had been served, and she was elegantly enjoying her meal. This grace and poise in her demeanor and actions couldn't be acquired without years of cultivation and practice.

However, why would a woman with good upbringing resort to being a pickpocket? Moreover, based on Chris's observation, she didn't seem to be in dire need of money, yet she targeted him specifically. Could it be that he possessed something that was worth her attention? 

This was also why he suddenly invited a stranger who had intentions of stealing from him to have a meal together. There was a certain connection between them, a resonance among the strong, and this woman was not an ordinary individual.

"You've been there for a bit long, you're not a local, are you, first time in Kaufmann?" The woman asked with a smile as she chewed her steak.

"Is there a reason you're so interested in me? Can't I come here for a holiday?" Chris retorted, feeling perplexed by the enigmatic woman before him.

At that moment, a couple of men in suits, who seemed to be quite rich, came in from outside.

One of them even smiled and greeted them, "Hey Dottie, what are you doing here? What a coincidence. I'll find you later." And then they left.

That arrogant expression, not even bothering to glance at Chris, what kind of person were they?

Chris wasn't angry either; there was no point in arguing with a fool. In the end, he would be the one in trouble. Moreover, he was not a stingy person, but if the situation allowed, he wouldn't mind giving them a taste of their own medicine. 

"What kind of work do you do? Businessmen don't greet you so warmly unless it's with a prostitute or a dancer, and that's not a good sign either way."

"Oh, do you mind it?" Dottie's expression was a little flirtatious, and there was an imperceptible chill in her eyes.

"Mind? I don't mind at all, you have nothing to do with me. I just wanted to ask you something, do you know what kind of gangs there are in town?" Something struck Chris, the woman in front of him was called "Dottie", she looked familiar, where had he heard that before?

Wait a minute. Isn't that the first Black Widow? Agent Carter's rival, a Red Room trained elite!

Chris' eyes flickered for a moment, he wasn't sure why he was meeting a Red Room agent here, this was Germany.

He knew that Germany was already in friction with the Soviet Union, and both sides were about to start a big war, and the local skirmishes were already very intense.

A Soviet Red Room agent coming over here, is she trying to get some secrets?

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