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Chapter 124 Natasha's Enlightenment

Natasha curled up on the ground and trembled all over, weakly trying to get up from the ground, another girl suddenly stepped forward and sat on her body, her hands tightly choked her slender, fair neck under her bright red hair.

The girl's face was pale and haggard, her bloodshot eyes were full of wildness and madness, and she roared hoarsely, "Die me, why haven't you died yet?"

"Emily, let me go." Natasha held the other's wrist with both hands, and continued to fight pointlessly under the desire to survive.

"Natasha, please, give me my breath..."

"you--"

Natasha trembled when she heard the request of the girl riding on her body.

Emily, the only friend who used to be a classmate in front of him, now desperately wants to kill her, fight for the last bit of food, and have the opportunity to continue living and moving forward under the rules of the red house.

This is true humanity and cruel reality.

Feelings and compassion are both burdens, and only by treating yourself as a killing weapon that abandons emotions can you survive to the end and become the strongest agent 'Black Widow' in this organization.

Natasha turned her head sideways, and from the corner of her eyes, on the desolate wilderness, there were piles of corpses of girls who froze before they had time to rot.

A drop of tear overflowed from the corner of her left eye, and immediately condensed into frost along with the blood.

These are the last tears of her life. From now on, that weak female self will be completely wiped out from the bottom of her heart.

"I'm sorry, I want to live!" Natasha's face turned cold, she kicked her feet up, her body was amazingly flexible and crossed her calves, which also grabbed Emily's neck and pulled her back.

A tooth for a tooth!

Emily didn't expect that Natasha still had the strength to fight back. She was surprised and desperately tried to cut Natasha's breath completely.

"Emily, you still forgot that I secretly made up for you the fighting lessons.

If only one of us is destined to survive, then let me take your share and keep going! "

Under the cry of Natasha's heart, a cold light appeared in her eyes indifferently, exhausting the last strength of her body——

Wrists, waist, and calves worked together, Natasha opened Emily's hands, and the whole person suddenly rolled forward at the same time, and her calves clamped the opponent's neck and turned 180 degrees in the air.

With a crisp 'click', Emily's neck was twisted in the air, and her eyes dimmed and she fell down on the frozen ground.

"I won." Natasha panted heavily, and lay down on the cold windy ground with her hands and feet exhausted, her stomach urging and screaming with extreme hunger.

She gnawed on the frozen ground with her teeth, and kept crawling and moving her body, and soon stopped beside a small pile of black bread stained with blood and snowflakes.

Without even thinking about it, Natasha opened her mouth to bite the small piece of black bread, and swallowed it without chewing too much.

'Clap clap clap! '

There was an inexplicable burst of applause, and Natasha looked up weakly, only to see a middle-aged man in an officer's uniform pacing and approaching.

"Well done, you are worthy of being my daughter, and now you are a veritable black widow." The man smiled happily, and stopped his applause without extravagance.

"Taras." Natasha gritted her teeth, her red hair covered her head and her face, and the pupils exposed between her hair condensed resentment and coldness.

Taras Romanov, her adoptive father, one of the high-level personnel of the Soviet Red House, trained and urged her to become a cold-blooded spy.

"Good eyes. You will become the strongest agent of our Soviet Red House ever." Taras praised, not caring about Natasha's hatred and resentment towards him, anyway, everything will be gone after brainwashing Meaningless.

Eliminate the emotions and memories of the agents, and even erase their humanity, as long as they can complete the espionage and assassination missions issued by the state according to the procedures.

This is the Red House, a powerful organization where everything is seamless.

Taras was extremely confident about this, and if he took a step forward, he was going to bring Natasha's organization back to the Red House.

"Natasha, you look really ugly now."

At this moment, a cold and calm voice suddenly sounded from behind. Natasha heard this familiar male voice, and tried to open her eyes wide, the empty pupils reappeared with the splendor of hope.

Taras turned around in surprise. On the frozen soil of the vast wilderness behind him came a strange combination of a girl, a young man and a man. The man showed a head of cool hair. Both the girl and the man were wearing hoods and jackets. Covering most of his face.

"Nearby residents? Don't you know that this is a forbidden area blocked by the military!" Talas asked indifferently, drawing a large-caliber pistol from his waist with his left hand. Although there were three people on the other side, he also had the top-notch human physique of a super agent. Reason to fear.

The leading young man in the hood didn't even look at him, his eyes fell on Emily, and he said slowly: "Don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. The last time I escaped from the battleship, I also lost ten of my men. A few soldiers, this account has not been settled with you yet."

"It's all done by other agents of the Red House, and it's none of my business." Natasha explained weakly, her body was still on the ground in a mess, and she couldn't help laughing as she spoke.

She asked: "What you said last time, let me take refuge with you, does that still count?"

"Forget it." The hooded youth nodded and responded simply.

But such a word is enough to change and reverse Natasha's current situation. She took a deep breath and squinted and said, "Then take me out of here."

"Logan, go and bring her here." The hooded youth ordered, and the inch-haired uncle next to him immediately ignored Taras who was holding a gun, and quickly approached Natasha.

"You guys, do you think I don't exist?!" Talas was shocked and angry. From the beginning to the end, the three people who suddenly appeared didn't look him in the face!

Now he has even reached a verbal agreement with Natasha, in front of him, to directly take away the top agents trained by the Red House!

Taras took the lead in staring at Logan who was approaching, raised the large-caliber pistol in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "If I take another step forward, I will shoot!"

Logan ignored Talas' advance, which made Talas's forehead bulge with anger, and he pulled the trigger with the gun pointed.

Soon, Taras realized that something was wrong—no matter how hard his fingers were, the trigger of the pistol seemed to be imprisoned by a force, and he couldn't press it down to fire the gun.

"Boss, I haven't told you to move yet."

Beside the young man in the hood, the petite girl looked at Talas coldly, her eyes shone with a silver light.

Taras' face changed, and the pistol in his hand flew out of nowhere, suspended in mid-air, and aimed at his master in reverse.

At this time, Logan, who was not obstructed, had already walked up to Natasha, grabbed it with one hand and easily carried it on his shoulder.

Successfully recovered, one black widow.

I forgot to update this morning, the author's fault, I quickly added it.

Will update later tonight.

(End of this chapter)