Natasha Romanov set an alarm clock for half an hour after breakfast, but her tired brain was still thinking driven by uneasiness. The rescue operation and resettlement plan were huge challenges. Victoria Hand said that she had always been worried that even if she was still in S.H.E.L.D. would not have access to the resources to place those girls. There are not many organizations in the world that can provide shelter for her sisters, and she has very few choices. But even if there are still options, she actually has no choice. If she chose the intelligence organization of NATO countries, then the emperor's intelligence agencies and the Imperial Guards' Order would never show mercy to her sisters.

Thinking of this, she was a little envious of the girls in the Immortal City again.

Someone made a promise to their future. They had gained opportunities that they had never had in the past. After getting rid of their miserable fate, they could freely choose to become soldiers, merchants, officials, farmers and even housewives. She subconsciously touched her lower abdomen. The accuracy of the surgery and organ cultivation have reached the final stage, and she will soon realize her dream, provided that she did not suffer the disgust of the emperor because of this "secret" action. This possibility is not great. She knew that the Tianjian Space Station tracked her actions throughout the process. If the emperor had a grudge against her, then Victoria Hand would not be able to contact her at all. However, no matter how expensive the price was, she planned to negotiate with Victoria Hand and the forces behind Victoria Hand to obtain all the resources she needed.

She knew that she could not lead an independent department. No organization in the world could directly accommodate such a group, even the Sisters of the Immortal City. Without maintenance funds, the girls could only obtain a fake identity and make a living by themselves, and had to face possible enemies at any time. Even if there was a girl who wanted to retire, she could not really live a stable life. As Victoria Hand said, there was no concept of retirement after entering this industry. Not many agents had the ability to maintain a normal family life, because life would not provide all the surrounding information like they did when performing tasks. A detailed background check on each object, and the sense of security and suspicion that could never be filled with will make the temporary false peace that was hard to maintain.

This bad insecurity will accompany the agent's life, just like PTSD, torture the agent's mind. At that time, there will be doubts everywhere in life. No security means can calm the soul that is full of trust crisis, regardless of whether the agent believes in the concept of soul. Natasha Romanov knows that his feelings for the Avengers are a considerable part of the reason for the Avengers' family-like atmosphere that can fill her sense of security and allow her to absorb enough trust like a vampire. This is an emotion that S.E.L.D. cannot give.

But long before SHIELD overturned, someone extended a rescue hand to her drowning in advance.

"A little boy with a delicate mind. A cunning prophet." She reluctantly recalled the promise she had heard, and then cursed in a voice that no one could hear. After many days of fatigue, she finally couldn't help but surged up. She gave up her resistance and fell asleep in a drowsy way.

Sleep is like sinking into the deep sea of ​​unconsciousness, an experience that has not been possessed for a long time.

He opened his eyes in the dark night, and the bright moonlight of winter passed through the dry and warm air, splashing on the fair and delicate shoulder skin of Bernita and Joan of Arc. The clear gray eyes of the black-haired witch were almost transparent under the glimmer of light, and the supernatural beauty twisted the light like the energy that affected reality. She quickly supported her body, and the thin blanket fell to her slender waist-no need for any external means, and her waist was surprising enough, and her hands could completely grasp her slender waist--the satisfaction blush was still hanging on her face, like a strong and ostentatious female leopard.

"Dream?" she asked softly, not wanting to disturb Joan of sleepy Jean of Arc, "How serious is it?"

"The wave of the outer dimension will always push the fragments of the future to the shore. It's just a fragment of fate, so don't worry too much."

"Tomorrow you will take us to a small island in South America to take refuge. What is more serious than this? There are nuclear weapons and nuclear defense projects there. Ordinary holiday islands do not have such things." Beyonetta bent down, and her long black hair poured on his chest like a waterfall, like a raven wing. "I heard from Athena that the danger you have to face is not that simple."

She tried to suppress her concern and asked in a seemingly casual attitude, "Do you have the confidence to live?"

"I'm ready, my dear." He played with his black hair and shook the ends of her hair mischievously at the witch. "The plan has been going on for many years, and now it's just to check whether my preparation is sufficient. When have you seen me not prepared enough, huh?"

"Stupid!" Beyonetta was angry and annoyed, but a little happy. She could only try her best to maintain her usual eyes and said with a little joke and mockery, "Have you ruled out my weak woman from the beginning?"

"Are you angry? Well, it seems I have never seen such a cute side of you, Seresa."

"Shh, idiot! Don't wake Joan of Arc, I don't want her to say I'm stealing food!"

"I can't guarantee it, my dear. Judging from your previous performance, Milia might have been awakened."

"Are you so confused?" Beyonetta twisted her body, looking like she was about to explode. Her cheeks were so angry that she turned red, "How did you say such inappropriate words!"

"Maybe it's talent?"

"Um...Shut up!"

Until the harsh ringtone rang, Natasha Romanov thought it only took a few seconds.

She did not turn on the lights or the TV. The light from the vehicle in the room was illuminated by the strange images on the ceiling. The fatigue settled in her bones and muscles, making it impossible for her to lift her limbs smoothly. She even felt that her eyelids were firmly bonded with a surgical skin-ordering machine, which was extremely dry and tingling when she opened her eyes. She gently squeezed out a sigh from her throat, then pulled her hand out from under the pillow, and placed the pistol she had been holding on the bed. Natasha Romanov lifted the quilt, walked to the bathroom neatly, and took a look.

Swallowing the pills with a glass of water - she has taken it overdose, but she is barely within the safe range. Her body is able to metabolize these substances - she has more than twenty minutes left to contact Victoria Hand next time. She must arrive at the safe house as soon as possible and get the information and equipment she wants. She will next perform two stalking operations, four monitoring installation operations and a kidnapping operation, such as laser oscillator eavesdroppers, SLR cameras and lenses, micro-eavesdroppers and other equipment that require the use of the safe house for supplies, and she cannot carry these things with her.

In fact, she now has only a dagger, a pistol, a fake driver's license and a pickup truck with unknown hands. If she wants to complete the task, she must replace the broken car, otherwise the engine noise will be too eye-catching and will make the target notice her presence and escape. She must approach the gangster family in Greater Delta, Alaska to figure out the weapons deals these gangs have recently been engaged in. Elson Air Force Base released a security check not long ago, with a figure she was extremely familiar with, which shows someone trying to attack the food warehouse at Elsa Air Force Base with dangerous weapons.
Chapter completed!