marvel fighting chicken

In the abandoned warehouse, a train was just rumbling by. A brown-haired girl wearing sexy underwear and black stockings was tied to a chair by several men. The beauty was naturally Natasha, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Uh!" Natasha's face was slapped by the man in front of her. Natasha let out a dull sound, but there was no red mark on Natasha's face. In fact, Natasha has been pretending until now. There is no other way. Several people in front of her It looks powerful, but it doesn't hurt even if you hit someone!

"Your performance is different from what I expected tonight." The boss of the men was an old man. He put his pants pockets in and said to Natasha.

"I know what you're looking forward to tonight, and trust me, it's better this way." Natasha deliberately breathed harder to show her nervousness.

"Who is your master? Lermantov, right? Does he think we need his permission to transport our goods?" The old man's men leaned Natasha's chair back, and Natasha Behind it is a deep pit more than ten meters above the ground.

"I thought it was General Solohob who was in charge of the export business" Natasha's acting skills are brilliant!

"Zorokhobu? He is just a cover. Your outdated information has harmed you. The famous Black Widow is just a beautiful vase." The men next to him smiled.

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"Tell Lermantov we don't need him, we can handle it ourselves, he's out now!" One of his men stepped forward and pinched Natasha's chin. Natasha stared at him, thinking, young man!I remember your appearance!Wait for death!

"Well, you might want to write it down." The old man picked up a wrench and tried to pull out Natasha's teeth.

Dili dili dili dili

One of her subordinates' cell phone rang, and Natasha frowned. Others didn't think anything was wrong, but Natasha knew that this was a change!If something unexpected happens, it may change the outcome of the mission!

"Hello?...I'm looking for her." The subordinate would tell the old man after hearing this.

The old man took the phone.

"Listen to me"

The old man was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"I know you are on the third floor of the Selensky Building. There are our F22 fighter jets eight miles away. Tell that woman to answer the phone, or I will blow up the whole street!"

The old man looked at the phone suspiciously, and finally gave it to Natasha.

"Come back to the headquarters quickly!" The person on the other end of the phone looked a little anxious.

"Are you kidding? I'm working!" Natasha was a little angry.

"The situation is more urgent here"

"I'm in the middle of an interrogation! This old fool has done anything!"

Several men looked at Natasha in confusion.

"I did not say!"

"Nothing!"

Natasha gave several men looks to tell them to be quiet.

"Listen I can't say go away"

"Natasha! Barton is controlled by the enemy." Coulson was on the other end of the phone, and he said it with some seriousness.

"Wait a moment." Natasha's eyes were cold.

Then...Colson could only hear various screams on the phone...Colson was like waiting for instant noodles to boil, but not so slowly, 30 seconds ended.

"Where is Barton?" Natasha picked up the phone and her high heels.

"I do not know either"

"Is he still alive?"

“I should be alive and I’ll tell you in detail when you come back!!”

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