I Am In Marvel

Natasha curled up on the ground and trembled, weakly trying to get up from the ground. Another girl suddenly stepped forward and rides on her, pinching her slender white neck under her bright red hair with her hands.

The girl's face was pale and haggard, her eyes were bloodshot full of wildness and madness, and she shouted hoarsely, "Die to me, why haven't you died?"

"Emily, let go of me." Natasha held the opponent's wrist with both hands, constantly making senseless struggles under the desire to survive, and the frozen ground scratched the surface of the body and turned into a brownish purple.

"Natasha, please, give me an end..."

"you--"

Natasha trembled when she heard the request of the girl riding on her.

Emily, the only friend who was once a classmate in front of her, now desperately wants to kill her, fight for the last bit of food, and have the opportunity to continue living under the Red House rules.

This is true humanity and cruel reality.

Feelings and compassion are both burdens. Only by treating oneself as a murder weapon for abandoning emotions can one survive to the end and become the strongest agent in this organization, the black widow.

Natasha tilted her head, and in the aftermath of her eyes, on the desolate wilderness, there were piles of remains of young girls who were frozen before they could rot.

A tear, overflowing from the corner of her left eye, immediately condensed into frost accompanied by blood.

This is the last tear of her life. From now on, that weak female self will be completely wiped out from the bottom of her heart.

"Sorry, I want to live too!" Natasha's face was cold, her feet kicked up, her body was amazingly flexible with her legs crossed, and she also jammed Emily's neck and pulled back.

A tooth for a tooth!

Emily did not expect that Natasha would still have the strength to fight back, but she was surprised, desperately trying to cut off Natasha's breath completely.

"Emily, you still forgot. I secretly supplemented the fighting course for you.

If we are destined to have only one person to live, let me take your share and go on!"

Under the cry of Natasha's heart, cold light appeared in her eyes indifferently, exhausting the last strength of her body——

With the force of the wrist, waist, and calf, Natasha stretched Emily's hands, and the whole person rolled forward at the same time, and the calf sandwiched the opponent's neck and turned 180 degrees in the air.

With a crisp'click', Emily's neck was twisted in the air, and her eyes were dim and lost their luster and fell on the frozen ground.

"I won." Natasha gasped, leaning on the cold wind hunting ground with her hands and feet, her belly urged to cry of extreme hunger.

She gnawed on the frozen ground with her teeth, crawling and moving her body constantly, and quickly stopped beside a small pile of black bread stained with blood and snowflakes.

Without even thinking about it, Natasha opened her mouth to bite the small piece of black bread, swallowing without chewing too much.

'Fuck!'

There was an inexplicable applause, Natasha raised her eyes weakly, and saw a middle-aged man in a military uniform walking closer here.

"Good job, worthy of being my daughter, now you are a veritable black widow." The man smiled happily, without the luxury of stopping his applause.

"Talas." Natasha gritted her teeth, red-haired with disheveled face, her eyes exposed between her hair condensed resentment and coldness.

Taras Romanov, her adoptive father, one of the top personnel of the Soviet Red Room, trained and urged him to become a cold-blooded spy.

"Very good eyes. You will become the strongest agent of our Soviet Red House in history." Taras praised, not caring about Natasha's hatred and resentment towards him. Anyway, everything went through the brainwashing process. Meaningless.

Eliminate the emotions and memories of agents, and even erase humanity, as long as they can follow the procedures and complete the spying and assassination missions issued by the state.

This is the Red House, a strong organization where everything does not leak.

Talas was extremely confident about this, and if he stepped forward, he would take Natasha's back to the Red House organization.

"Natasha, you look really ugly now."

At this moment, a cold and calm words suddenly sounded from the rear, and Natasha heard the familiar male voice, widened her eyes hard, her hollow eyes reappeared with hope.

Taras turned his head in amazement. On the vast wilderness behind him, a strange combination of a girl, a young man and an uncle came walking. The uncle showed his cool hair, and the girls and young men were wearing hooded tops. Covered most of his face.

"Nearby residents? Don't you know that this is a military blockade forbidden area!" Taras asked coldly, and drew a large-caliber pistol from his waist with his left hand. Although the opponent has three people, he also has the top human physique of a super agent. Reason to be afraid.

But the headed young man with a hood didn't even look at him. He set his eyes on Emily and said slowly, "Don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. The last time I fled from the battleship, I also damaged ten of my men. Several soldiers, this account has not been settled with you yet."

"It's all done by other agents of the Red House. It's none of my business." Natasha explained weakly, her body still lying on the ground in embarrassment, and she couldn't help but smile.

She asked: "What you said last time, let me take refuge on your side, does that count?"

"Forget it." The hooded youth nodded and responded briefly.

But such a word is enough to change Natasha's current situation. She took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes and said, "Then take me out of here."

"Logan, go and bring her here." The hooded young man said, and the uncle Cunfa beside him immediately ignored Taras who was holding the gun, and quickly approached Natasha.

"You guys, when I don't exist?!" Taras was shocked and angry. From beginning to end, the three people who appeared suddenly did not face him!

Now they have reached an oral agreement with Natasha to take away the top agents trained by the Red House directly in front of him!

Taras took the lead to stare at Logan who was approaching, raised the large-caliber pistol in his hand, and said coldly: "If I go one step further, I will shoot!"

Logan didn't pay attention to Taras's advance, which made Taras's forehead bulge with anger, and the gun was aimed at pulling the trigger.

Soon, Talas realized that something was wrong-no matter how hard the fingers were, the trigger of the pistol seemed to be blocked by a force, and the gun could not be pushed down.

"Boss, I haven't said to make you move."

Next to the hooded youth, the petite and exquisite girl looked at Taras coldly, her eyes lit up with silver light.

Talas's face changed, and the pistol he was holding flew out of thin air, floating in the air, and the muzzle was aimed at his master.

At this time, Logan, who was unhindered, had already walked up to Natasha, grabbed it with one hand and easily carried it on his shoulder.

Successfully recovered, one black widow.