Female agent Natasha wore a hood on her head. She was grabbed by Agent Patton and pulled her toward the alley.

She didn't resist too much. As a top agent who had seen many storms and waves, she knew her current situation very well. While following Patton in obedience, she said to Patton through her hood:

"Are you sure you won't help that kid? He may have some tricks, but IMHO, if you throw him behind him alone is asking him to die. No one can fight against so many killers alone. In this narrow battlefield, he can't even dodge bullets."

Patton did not answer, and Natasha's voice became sarcastic:

"Nick Fury told me that in his organization, it is impossible to have an encounter like me. But look at the fact that an experienced agent sent a young man to die without hesitation. Is this the cold-blooded tradition of your Strategic Science Legion? How many companions have you killed with your own hands? Do you feel no guilt at all?"

Natasha could feel that Patton's retreating speed had slowed down a little, and she realized the hesitation in the heart of the agents beside her.

So her voice became gentle again, and she said softly:

"Listen to me, young man. You can go back and help him now. The young life has just begun and should not be wasted here. You only need to show a little bit of 'sincerity' and I will help you save him! Believe me, there are some small holidays between me and those killers, and I am happy to help you."

Patton still did not answer, and Natasha's fingers were also quietly moving behind her back, trying to break free from the handcuffs.

But at this moment, a slightly strange howling sounded behind the two of them. The sound like a tornado made Natasha subconsciously turn around. Unfortunately, with her hood, she could not see the scene behind her at all.

"boom"

A violent explosion followed, and Natasha felt as if she was pushed hard by the invisible hand Meng, and she fell backwards.

This is an opportunity!

She rolled on the ground for a week, broke free from Patton's shackles, jumped up, followed the route she remembered, and ran out of the alley. But without taking a few steps, she hit her back and hit her neck with a heavy blow.

This time, Merlin, who jumped out of the shadow, found the right position, and his palm accurately hit the female agent's neck artery.

Natasha's eyes turned dark and she fell to the ground. Before she fell into a coma, she heard the young man's voice again, the voice was a little hoarse and a little tired:

"This time I found the right position, and the problem was solved."

"let's go."

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Natasha Romanov, the best secret warrior in the former Soviet intelligence organization "Red House".

She has participated in many major events, witnessed the collapse of **, watched the upright of the Berlin Wall, participated in the Arab War, experienced the Cuban crisis, and witnessed the entire process of the Soviet Union from strength to destruction.

Her life experience is so complicated that ordinary people cannot imagine, and the secrets in her mind are as vast as the sea of ​​smoke and stars.

Now, this female agent who was too loyal to her own people and was already desperate is lying on a plane direct from Italy to North America.

This is a journey she never thought of, representing a new turning point in her life.

"Swish"

Natasha opened her eyes and felt not good to wake up from a forced coma. She subconsciously rubbed her neck, which hurts.

Merlin used too much strength. If Natasha hadn't been far superior to ordinary people's physical fitness and being hit with that force would probably lead to cardiac arrest and death.

"What a rookie!"

Natasha gritted her teeth and said, she sat up from the bed, looking at the surroundings in the vigilant posture that a super agent should have.

The slight vibration from her feet told her that she should be on a sailing plane, and the surroundings were like a small confinement room with no windows and no other furniture. In front of her, there was only a chair.

There was a person sitting on it, a man who had previously released a dove by her.

Nick Fury.

"You've had a long sleep, Ms. Natasha."

Fury was holding coffee in his hand, and he looked at the super agent in front of him, he was not nervous. He looked at Natasha's calm and cold face and said:

"It must be very difficult to endure recently. Being chased by your own people on the territory of your country, whether it is counterattack or escape, it is a very bad experience? I guess you must have not slept well recently."

Fury stopped, he looked at Natasha:

"Or I should call you another name, Black Widow."

This one looks more like a nickname, causing Natasha, who was sitting by the bed, to raise her head.

The female agent's appearance is indeed outstanding. Even without makeup, her long burgundy hair, soft facial curves, and unique gray eyes, can make people feel protective.

But such an outstanding appearance is also one of Agent Natasha's most powerful weapons.

Although she often doesn't use this weapon.

She looked at Fury, a sharp light flashed in her gray eyes, she said:

"You won this game, Fury. Your little rookie who can do magic is indeed beyond my expectations. I don't like dealing with these weird guys, but I didn't lose."

Natasha stood up and walked towards Fury, but after taking a few steps, she was blocked by an invisible wisp of glass.

The female agent put his hands on the completely transparent glass, and she said to Fury:

"I don't know how your Strategic Science Legion prevents agents from rebelling, but I can tell you the rules of the 'Red House'."

Natasha pointed to her cheek, with a cold smile on her face:

"When an agent has grasped too many secrets of being scared, her fate is not destined to be very good. But they still need me to serve them because I am the best one. They came up with an extreme way to try to control me."

"Life is so fragile that it only takes a few micro bombs to completely disappear a person. So, guess how many bombs are implanted in my body?"

The female agent blinked and she said softly:

"You made a mistake at the last moment, Fury, you shouldn't have brought me to your plane."

"Let me go, or we will die together!"

Faced with the threat of Black Widow, Fury's expression did not change much. He picked up the coffee in his hand, took a sip, and then slowly said to Natasha in front of him:

"I've been through war, Natasha, more than once."

"You can't scare me. If I dare to bring you here, I will be confident that I can survive your final counterattack, but do we really need to get to that point? Natasha."

Fury leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees, and he said to the black widow who was separated by a wall:

"You have served the Soviet Union for decades, and loyalty has become a habit, a belief for you. I will not be too naive to try to tempt you to give up this belief with words, nor will I actually interfere with you and continue to keep it."

"Because the Soviet Union is gone, your loyalty is nowhere to be placed, and that kind of faith is not a threat. It can only be missed by you, and if you want to continue living, you have to find yourself a new life and a new sustenance."

"Natasha, people like us, are shrouded in secret shadows, and it is impossible to actually quit. And the bloody first half of her life is disgusting, but everyone deserves a second chance. You can do something good to atone for yourself."

"The premise is that you are willing to do this!"

"I'm here, talking about this with you, just to tell you, I'll give you a chance, a chance to prove that you are not just a good agent, but also a chance to become a real hero, but I won't force you to accept it."

"I will give you enough time to adapt, and I believe that once we return to North America, with your wisdom, you should know what to choose is the best for you."

Fury drank his last sip of coffee, and he stood up and patted his clothes. He looked at the watch on his wrist and said:

"There are 14 hours left, let's take a break, Natasha."

"I'm waiting for your reply."

Fury walked out of the hatch door of the room, and the light in the room dimmed. Natasha Romanov looked at Fury's leaving figure, clenched her fists, and finally pounded the glass in front of her.

She knew that the weakest and most confused side of her fell into the eyes of her opponent.

They saw through their embarrassment and helplessness.

The fact is indeed as Fury said, Natasha is already at her end.

There are not many choices before her.

Outside the room, Fury threw the empty coffee cup into the trash can, and his palms were covered in sweat.

When Black Widow threatened to detonate the bomb and died together, Fry was not as calm as he showed. This senior agent knew very well what crazy things the agents who were in desperate situations would do, especially those who were cruel and ruthless like Natasha.

But fortunately, Fury caught the weakness of Black Widow.

"There is a bomb in her body."

Fury walked into the spacious cabin and said to his two subordinates:

"Her mental state is not very stable, and it is not ruled out that she will be desperate, so we will take turns monitoring her in the next 14 hours."

"If it's just a bomb"

Merlin, wrapped in a blanket, said to Fury and Patton:

"I am sure that you will not be killed by the bombing, and I can also send you to the sea safely."

"But that's not what we want."

Patton said while wrapping his wound with a bandage:

"We spent so much effort to bring her back, not letting her perform suicide in the air. I'll talk to her."

"No."

Fury shook his head, he looked at Merlin, and he said:

"you go!"

"I?"

Merlin blinked, he looked at Fury, and he said:

"I did learn how to persuade the enemy at the Secret Service, but I haven't tried it once. Are you sure you let me go?"
To be continued...