My sister is a black widow

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He is a monster personally cultivated by the "Red Room". As a 100% successful assassination existence, in the recent Soviet-German War, he caused a fatal threat to the heart headquarters of the German Army.

He is a sharp weapon, when the weapon is pointed at his own person, it is naturally equally sharp.

"A5 is really useless to track agents." Nigzo muttered, "I was killed by two little guys. But for the sake of working together, I'll help you once."

He stepped briskly, leaping and jumping, but quietly.

As a high-level agent specializing in assassination in the Red Room, he is very obsessed with all violent methods, but what he likes most is to send the target to fall into the net of heaven and earth that he has established through accurate information analysis and planning calculations!

"The distance is 364 meters." Nigezo tapped his fingers continuously. "The approach time is estimated to be 136 seconds. The target will go to the suburb of Stalingrad. Well, a good place to put the body. Oh, think about it, shoot it? Or fight? Not suitable, two little children."

With a compassionate smile, Nigerzo snapped his fingers softly, "Neurotoxins, you can talk before they die."

He quickened his pace, always staying diagonally between Leon and Natasha.

Leon and the two were going to the old residence of Taras, the house on the outskirts of Stalingrad, he appeared there directly through the space gate, and naturally chose this place when he returned.

Yes, Leon is going to return to Kama Taj through the space gate, and then go to the United States by way, avoiding the investigation and trouble of entry and exit.

But when they gradually reached the end, Natasha felt something was wrong first, and there seemed to be a slightly strange smell in the air.

She grabbed Leon's hand and looked around suspiciously.

Leon also smelled this smell, looked at each other, first entered the small courtyard of Taras, found a hiding place, to avoid direct bullet shooting.

"It smells a bit like the neurotoxin that Taras injected into Aphrola at the time." Natasha's eyes boiled with killing intent, "Could it be that the bastard Talas is not dead and is back?"

Leon shook his head, "He is not Logan, his head was shot open by Aphrola, and it is impossible to resurrect. At that time, Taras' toxin was obtained from the KGB, and he should be another KGB agent. "

He was a little irritable, perhaps slightly affected by the neurotoxin, "Damn, we are all leaving, it's really entangled." He was about to go out and find the agent.

Natasha held him down, her beautiful dark green pupils stared at him, Leon's a little irritable mood calmed down, she only felt that there was a world hidden in her eyes.

"Wait, you can't be impulsive. The senior agent who was good at tracking died last time. The one sent this time must be difficult to deal with, and," Natasha frowned, "I feel that I am also affected. Weak and gradually losing control of his limbs."

"I will find him, control him, and force the antidote." Leon said.

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Leon watched her worry about herself and shouted out the disaster that had been silent for a long time. Natasha looked at the terrifying monster gradually wrapped in silver liquid in amazement, and opened her mouth slightly.

This time Natasha hesitated, but let him go out to find the poisoner.

Whether it is the phase shift or the power of the iron fist, it is much stronger than the power brought by the symbiote, but humans tend to believe in their own vision, and the appearance of disaster and horror absolutely meets the deepest fear of humans.

Fear also means being strong.

In this regard, even Natasha can't avoid it.

"Host! It's been too long! Why don't you ignore me for so long!" Calamity could not help complaining.

After gaining the power of the iron fist, Leon can put the calamity somewhere in his body, and will not share it with the calamity thinking on weekdays.

So the poor catastrophe seemed to be locked in a small black room for several days, looking dissatisfied with desire.

"Host! I want to eat! I want to tear the tender flesh! I want warm blood!" Calamity roared.

"Be quiet, find someone, and control him when you find it." Leon said.

The disaster was decisive, it was a little scared by Leon's lesson, and such a powerful host, not all symbiotes have the opportunity to encounter.

But soon after.

"Host! Have you found it?!" The calamity's voice sounded coarsely, "I just tried to find it, but I didn't find anything! I guess he might be gone, if he didn't go, I'm afraid we too If we can't find him, we can't find him. How can we find him? We can only keep looking for him. If we keep looking, we can't find him. He will laugh at us secretly in the dark! Host!"

Leon didn't find any traces around the small courtyard for a week, and what was left was the woods not far away. The cedars supported the heavy snow, as if they were fruitful.

"Neither did I, you be quiet!" It seems that this disaster has been imprisoned for too long, and Leon is a little headache because of it.

Flying quickly across the cedar forest, it seemed to see faint footprints in the snow, but the footprints quickly disappeared.

It's like a rope that has been cut off and stopped abruptly.

"Not at the front, not at the back, not on the left, not on the right." Leon thought to himself, "Where is that, right! Up and down! The bottom should be impossible, that's the top..."

He raised his head and looked up at the green and white cedar. There seemed to be a trace of metal reflection on the high branches.

"Disaster, wings."

The silver-white wings took shape in an instant, and they shook abruptly.