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Natasha curled up on the floor and trembled. She was weak and wanted to climb from the ground. Another girl suddenly stepped forward and squatted on her body, her hands clinging to the slender white neck of bright red hair.

The girl's face was pale and her eyes were full of blood and wildness, and she was hoarse and low. "Give me death, why haven't you died yet?"

"Emily, let me go." Natasha held the other's wrists with both hands, and continued to do unnecessary struggles under the desire of life. The frozen soil rubbed the surface of the frozen purple purple.

"Natasha, beg you, give me a break…"

"you–"

Natasha shuddered at the request to ride the girl on her body.

Emily, who was the only friend of her classmates, is now eager to kill her, vying for the last bit of food, and the opportunity to continue to live under the red house rules.

This is real humanity and cruel reality.

Feelings and compassion are all burdens. Only by treating yourself as a murderous weapon that abandons emotions can we survive to the end and become the most powerful agent in this organization, 'Black Widow'.

Natasha leaned her head, under the gaze of the light, on the land of the desolate wilderness, and there were piles of wreckage of the girl's body that was too late to rot.

A drop of tears spilled from the corner of her left eye and immediately condensed into ice with blood.

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

"Sorry, I have to live!" Natasha's face was cold and her feet kicked up. The body was strikingly flexible and crossed with calves. It also caught Emily's neck and pulled back.

Tooth for a tooth!

Emily didn't think that Natasha had the strength to fight back. Surprised, her hands were desperate, and she wanted to completely remove Natasha.

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

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

Under the scream of Natasha's voice, her eyes burst into cold light and exhausted the last strength of the body.

The strength of the wrists, the waist and the calves, Natasha opened the hands of Emily, and the whole person slammed forward at the same time. The calf caught the neck of the other side and turned 180 degrees in the air.

With a crisp 'squeaking', Emily's neck was twisted in the air, and her eyes lost light and fell on the frozen soil.

"I won." Natasha gasped, gasping her hands and feet on the ground in the cold wind hunting, and the stomach rushed to scream.

She rubbed her teeth on the frozen soil, constantly crawling and moving her body, and soon stopped next to a small pile of dark bread with blood and snowflakes.

Natasha didn't want to think about it. Open her mouth and bite the small piece of black bread. If she didn't chew too much, she swallowed it.

'啪pa pa!'

A burst of applause sounded, Natasha looked up weakly and saw a middle-aged man wearing a military uniform approaching here.

"It's beautiful, it's my daughter. Now you are not just in name only, but also in reality." The man smiled very happily and didn't have the luxury to stop his applause.

"Tallas." Natasha bit her teeth, red-haired cloaked her face, and the scorpion exposed between the hair condensed her resentment and Mori.

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

"Good eyes. You will become the most powerful agent of our Soviet Red House in history." Taras Kwazan said that he did not care about Natasha's hatred and resentment against him. Anyway, after all the brainwashing procedures, Meaningless.

Eliminate the emotions and memories of the agents, and even erase the humanity, as long as they can complete the spy and assassination tasks issued by the state according to the program flow.

This is the red house, everything is done in a powerful organization of not one drop of water can leak out.

Taras was very confident about this. When he stepped forward, he would return Natasha's red house organization.

"Natasha, what you look like now is really ugly."

At this moment, a cold and calm words suddenly sounded from the rear. Natasha heard the familiar male voice, tried to open her eyes, and the empty voice reappeared.

Taras looked back in a strange way. On the vast wilderness behind him, there was a strange combination of a girl, a youth and an uncle. Uncle revealed a cool inch, and girls and young people wore hooded tops. Covered most of the face.

"Residents nearby? I don't know if this is a forbidden area for military blockades!" Taras asked indifferently, and his left hand pulled a large caliber pistol from his waist. Although he had three people, he was also a top human physique with super agents. The reason is fear.

The young man who can be the first hood did not look at him. His eyes fell on Emily and he said slowly: "You don't lie on the ground and pretend to die. The last time I fled from the battleship, I also lost my ten. A few soldiers, this account has not been settled with you."

"That's all done by other agents in the Red House. It's none of my business." Natasha explained with a weak voice, and her body was still on the ground, and she couldn't help but smile.

She asked: "What did you say last time, let me trust you, is that countless?"

"Count." Hood youth nodded, simply giving a response.

But such a word is enough to change the situation that reverses Natasha's present moment. She blinks in a deep breath and says, "Take me out of here."

"Rogan, go take her over." The hooded youth commanded that the side of the uncle uncle suddenly ignored the Taras with a gun, and the quick step towards Natasha approached.

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

Now it is a verbal agreement with Natasha, in front of him, to take away the top agents trained in the Red House!

Taras took the lead in staring at Rogan, who was approaching, raised his large-caliber pistol and said in a cold voice: "If I go one step further, I will shoot!"

Rogan didn't take care of Taras's advancement, which made Taras's forehead violently bulging, and the gun was aligned with the trigger.

Soon, Taras realized that something was wrong – no matter how hard the fingers were, the pistol trigger seemed to be blocked by a force, and it was impossible to shoot the gun.

"Boss, haven't said that let you move."

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

Tallas complexion changed, the pistol held in his hand flew out of the air, suspended in midair, and the muzzle in turn aimed at his master.

At this time, Rogan, who had no obstacles, had already walked to Natasha and grabbed it with one hand and relaxed on his shoulder.

Successfully recycled, Black Widow one.