I Am In Marvel

Inside the battleship's office.

Without knowing that she had walked on the edge of death, Satana just looked at Kyle on the office chair with a concerned look, waiting for his next instructions and instructions.

Kyle chuckled secretly. The agents trained by the Soviet Red Room were indeed among the top in the world, and everything from super agent pharmacy to agents' abilities and qualities should be complete.

Don't look at Satana in front of me as a minor agent trainee. Her combat strength is placed in the entire US military base. Few soldiers or officers can fight alone.

In addition.Super combat capability is one aspect. This infiltration and disguised as a timid and weak American female military doctor is as simple as drinking water normally.

It's a pity that I met him.

Kyle squinted slightly, and Satana's infiltration disguise could be said to be perfect, but with the ability to draw cards, it was nothing.

No matter how carefully you plan, whatever your acting skills are amazing, the bright blue ability card [Super Agent] on the back of your head exposes everything.

There was silence in the office for a while. After taking a few sips of warm water, Kyle waved to the standing Satana, and said with a slight frown, "My head is a little dizzy. Will you massage your head and shoulders? A little bit? Rub it for me."

"Ah." Satana hesitated, then nodded like a chicken, walked around the desk in small steps, and walked behind Kyle's chair.

She didn't notice that when she passed the chair, Kyle's slightly opened blue eyes showed a little cold light.

The best time for assassination has been created, and then, Satana's life and death are all in her own hands.

Regardless of whether the opponent is a hero in the future, as long as there is a small signal to launch an assassination attack, Kyle will kill her here without hesitation.

This is Kyle's bottom line of principle!Enemies with him can only lie on the ground and turn into a corpse.

"General, you can close your eyes a little, the massage will be much more comfortable." Satana whispered, and a pair of small hands slowly stretched towards the back of Kyle's head.

"Okay, use a little force." Kyle nodded in response, closing his eyes and tightening his concentration.

The opponent did not carry a weapon, and his own muscle strength alone was not enough to twist his neck.However, in order to prevent any accidents, he had long put the venom suit on his body into a defensive state for battle.

Soon, Satana's ten slender fingers landed on the back of Kyle's head, pressed it up slightly, kneading down to her neck and shoulders, and then up to her forehead.

Kyle, who was a bit tight and stiff, immediately let out a relieved breath.

Why is this unexpectedly comfortable?

I have to say that Shatana's massage techniques are very proficient. This should also be one of the professions learned by agents training camouflage, plus the girl's fingers are slender and powerful...

Wait, this doesn't seem to be the point!

"Aren't you ready to shoot?" Kyle was puzzled, a little bit confused.

At this juncture of the war, the Soviet Red Room organization sent a super agent to lurch. If it wasn't for him, what was it for?

Is the target person not him?Or maybe the purpose of the mission was not to assassinate him?

It is true to think about it this way. Although the Soviet Union likes to make troubles, it is unlikely to send special agents to assassinate the newly promoted major general as an American hero during the Three-Power Alliance.

Under Kyle's doubts, Satana massaged and kneaded for ten minutes before stopping, panting slightly and shaking her sore fingers.

The density of this man's bones and muscles is much stronger than imagined, as expected in the organization's mission...Super soldier ability.

Shatana made up her mind and asked in a soft voice behind Kyle's ear, "General Kyle, how do you feel? Is your head still dizzy."

Kyle tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes and said in enjoyment: "It's much better."

"That's fine, but now a major war is about to begin. It is best to investigate any diseases in advance."

When Shatana said this, she paused and gave professional advice: “In order to prevent any accidents, the general had better poke a drop of blood on the finger and let me take it back to the medical room for examination. The detailed physical examination can appear on the body. situation."

"Oh, blood test?" Kyle opened his eyes completely at this time, revealing such a subtle expression.

The task of the agent was unexpectedly just to get a bit of his blood-a venom suit, even if he suffered a skin trauma, it would not leave his own blood on the previous battlefield.

A drop of blood seems meaningless.But at the moment, after all, it is the Marvel world of high technology and biology. Who knows what kind of calculations are made by the Soviet scientists crazy with this drop of blood.

Don't make him a man or something in time.

Now that he knew the purpose, Kyle didn't need to accompany him in acting anymore, and his tone turned cold and said, "Is this your purpose?"

"What... the purpose?" Satana, who was still behind the office chair, froze, barely remaining calm and said softly: "General Kyle, what are you talking about? This is just a simple...blood test."

Kyle threw out a sentence that broke her last chance defense line, "Do you want to continue to install it? An agent of the Soviet Red Room."

Before she finished listening, Satana's face changed, and her hands suddenly slashed at the back of Kyle's neck with a sharp hand knife, trying to stun him.

"Play with you." Kyle snorted coldly, his action response was quicker, and when he raised his hands, he grabbed back, and held the girl's undropped palms in his hands.

Satana tried to pull away her hands hard, but found that Kyle's hands were like steel pliers, imprisoned even a finger could not move.

Just when she wanted to switch to kicking, a crushing force came from her arms, and then her whole body was lifted up and turned over, one hundred and eighty degrees over Kyle’s head, and hit hard wood. On his desk--

'Fuck!'

The desk collapsed and cracked on both sides, and Satana groaned in pain and lay down on the scattered wooden scraps and document papers.

"Ahem."

Satana just got up, coughing and struggling, and under her slightly horrified gaze, she saw the handsome young man throw aside the general coat she was wearing, revealing the venom suit that integrates coldness and killing.

"Very well, just stand up like this! Let me see my strength as a Soviet super agent!"

Kyle looked at her indifferently, his muscles were clearly visible under the black suit, and the murderous aura enveloped the entire office like substance.

He squeezed his fist, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said in a cold voice, "I hope you can warm me up a little before the war comes."