Researchers from other countries have been restricted from their range of activities. Whether it is the port of the space station, the research area and residential area are completely isolated from the military power of the space station. They can only see that small landing crafts departing from the space station to the earth and Mars are becoming increasingly dense. Heavy landing crafts used to carry large equipment often dock at the port on the other side for a long time, but no one mentioned what cargo those heavy landing crafts are transporting - whenever they want to figure out some situations, Katarina Kalko from Sicaria

The Countess would hold dinners and academic salons at the right time so that their life on the space station would not be so boring. Everyone knew that Countess Katarina Karkov was a charming character with elegant and slender neck and cold and arrogant green eyes, but it was not annoying. His arrogant attitude attracted many people instead. Even researchers who were truly dedicated to academic research will be tricked by Countess Katarina Karkov's rich knowledge reserves, gorgeous rhetoric and tricks of playing hard to get.

In the social field away from the earth, Countess Katarina Karkov became the core figure of the academic salon without dispute. She could hear new ideas, discoveries and problems of these researchers, while noticing some less pleasant guys. "I am not your subordinate, Agent Romanov." Countess Katarina Karkov gritted her teeth and accented the word "Agent". She viciously tore off a page of her notebook and slapped it on Agent Romanov's hands, "It's all weirdos. If you can, just take the visit list."

"I am not your boss, countess, you can give up this task if you don't want to." Natasha Romanov said lightly. She probably browsed the list provided by Countess Katarina Karkov and what those people said on the list, and returned the paper. "No one forced you to work, right?"

Countess Katarina Kalkov looked very ugly. "You know how the intelligence work should be done, so you'd better give me some information. I saw the heavy landing craft stopping in the port for a long time, and everyone wondered if this meant the emperor's next move."

"Moon, I only know this, ma'am."

Natasha Romanov turned to look at the furnishings in the room. As a few people who also have luxurious private rooms on the space station, she did not appreciate the decoration style and furnishings of Countess Katarina Karkov, but the latter seemed very keen to let others visit her room, demonstrating her status by wasting load, electricity, water and food meaninglessly. Nobles always had ways to make themselves look different, so Countess Katarina Karkov's academic salons were often held here.

"Moon? Is He going to colonize the moon?" Countess Katarina Karkov pretended to look around. After arriving at the space station, she basically gave up her casual clothes. Her once customized dresses were transported from the earth and neatly placed in her cloakroom. She always wore a closet dress in public places. "I heard those weirdos say this, who claim to be fully capable of colonizing the moon and establishing colonial bases and mining bases there."

"Maybe." Natasha Romanov casually fiddled with Newton's silhouette on the never-used desk. "In the next period of time, the flow of personnel on the space station will be very frequent, more frequently than in the past. Every resource mobilization means that a big thing happened, and this resource mobilization is far more than the Peruvian rainforest earthquake not long ago."

"I smelled the plot," said Countess Katarina Kalkov. "You want to have other information."

"There are plots here every moment, the Countess. Your master acts mysteriously, and my intelligence is limited."

"I'm curious about who your master is, the spy."

"I am free, and this job is my responsibility."

"We all have masters, and no one is free."

Natasha Romanov tilted his head curiously, with red hair tied in a bun tightly behind his head. She was used to the outfit of a professional woman, and sometimes when she was woken up by the early morning images of a French country winery played by holographic projections, she would think she was an ordinary office worker for a moment.

"I've seen your information. He took away your power, your wealth, your freedom and even your dignity. Now you have to kneel on the ground and pray for mercy to his throne. You should hate him to the core. Or are you suffering from Stockholm syndrome? I've seen Nicole Kidman's appearance at the opening of Eye Opening. You're no different from that now. So you wear a close-fitting evening dress every day, but nothing underneath?"

Countess Katarina Karkov glanced at her and showed a smirk at the corner of her mouth.

"Why are you here, spy? You don't have to tell me the details. I can guess the top room with an observatory belongs to you. I can guess His trust in you. I can guess what you used to exchange for this trust. In ancient times, men had two swords, one sword was used to kill enemies and the other sword was used to conquer women. If women want to gain power, they could only rely on the man's last sword, but those men did not realize that the long sword would lose its deterrence when it was sheathed. It was women conquering men, not men conquering women." The Countess swears his ideas, "But you failed, Natasha Romanov, you paid so much but still knew very little, but instead let the Asgardian take power. Is it because you haven't performed a mission for too long and forgot your old tricks, or are you too hypocritical and pretending to be reserved to make Him unhappy?"

"Will your skull laugh when it hits the table?"

Countess Katarina Karkov giggled.

"God, you should know that I am the most powerful female swordsman in Europe, right?" She stood up gracefully and looked at Natasha Romanov. She pointed to a shield hanging on the wall, with the Karkov family badges drawn on the shield, but the two crossed swords on the pattern were real. "I never cooperated with fools who couldn't see clearly. Natasha Romanov, the Asgard woman, was much smarter than you. She made a wish while our master was still human. Now the wish is fulfilling, and you never know what you want. Maybe I have the ability to teach a lesson to a disloyal pet and let that opportunity be taken into your own hands? How about you choose a weapon first?"
Chapter completed!