The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

As time passed, Natasha's body suddenly began to twitch violently, as if controlled by a powerful force. Each twitch was like a thrilling tug-of-war between life and death. Her body constantly twisted and trembled under the influence of this force, and it seemed that death might devour her at any moment.

Her fingers dug into the ground, her nails digging deep into the dirt, as if she were trying to grasp something to stop herself from being dragged into the abyss of death. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not change this cruel reality. Her strength gradually faded, and her body grew weaker and weaker, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

At that moment, a stream of blood gushed out of her throat, splashing onto the ground beneath her. The blood, shone in the sunlight, took on an eerie dark red hue, forming a shocking pool of blood. The pool of blood exuded a nauseating stench, as if telling everyone of the sin and cruelty of the massacre.

At the same time, a warm liquid slowly seeped out from between Natasha's legs. It was the last trace of her life, slowly draining from her body. The liquid flowed down her thighs and merged with the pool of blood below her, forming a horrifying scene.

Finally, after a series of extremely violent convulsions, Natasha's body collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball, lifeless. Her eyes were still wide open, as if she was still gazing at some distant place, where her unfinished mission lay; her mouth was still open, as if she wanted to shout out something, which was her endless regret and unwillingness.

Thus, on this icy land, this young, beautiful, and resilient female warrior met her end in a tragic manner, her brief yet glorious life. The crucial intelligence she carried vanished with her passing, like her unyielding spirit, lingering in this dark land for a long time.

Natasha died tragically, her wide-open eyes and gaping mouth betraying endless regret and unwillingness. The crucial intelligence she carried vanished with her, as if her unyielding spirit lingered lingering in the darkness of the land.

The three brutal enemies didn't let Natasha go. Gazing at her graceful body after the veil had fallen, they felt a surge of emotion. They rushed forward and assaulted her before she could fully breathe. Natasha died unwillingly in the agony, her eyes wide open, as if in disbelief at her tragic fate! The cruel enemies, seemingly intent on utterly humiliating Natasha, pierced her naked body with a spear just as she expired. They then hung her high on the Dresden city wall. The words "bitch" were carved into her breasts, "Bitch" on the left and "Slut" on the right. "The Fate of a Spy" was inscribed on her stomach, and "Natasha, the Great Zhou Spy, Died Here" was inscribed on her back—eleven characters in all! The spear pierced Natasha's vagina and exited her mouth. Natasha looked utterly miserable, like a discarded rag doll, being mercilessly tormented! This young female soldier, a brave, fearless, and intelligent woman, led five equally brave female soldiers deep behind enemy lines to carry out a crucial mission: gathering intelligence.

However, fate, like a ruthless executioner, cruelly swung the butcher knife at her. At the critical moment when she was about to complete her mission, the gears of fate turned mercilessly, leading her life trajectory into the abyss of darkness.

The enemies suddenly appeared like ghosts, their appearance was like a nightmare, catching her off guard. Although she fought with all her might, she was outnumbered and was eventually brutally killed by the enemy.

The enemy's atrocities did not stop because of her death, but became even more severe. The humiliated enemy decided to give her the most tragic end to serve as a warning to others and make them afraid to oppose them again.

Thus, this young female corporal, once full of life and hope, was ruthlessly stripped of all dignity by the enemy. Her clothes were torn to shreds, her body exposed in broad daylight. Her once smooth, jade-like skin was now tortured by the wind and sun, as if she had been abandoned by the world.

Her body was hung on the city wall, becoming a trophy for the enemy to show off their victory. Her dignity was completely trampled upon at this moment, yet her eyes remained wide open, as if glaring at these brutal enemies.

What a pair of eyes! They are full of determination and unyielding, without the slightest fear or surrender. Even in such a tragic situation, her eyes are still like a burning flame, illuminating this dark world.

She used her last bit of strength to show her enemies what true courage and resilience meant. Although her body was broken, her spirit was as strong as steel.

Although her face was filled with pain, her determined eyes, ready to face death, could not be ignored. She used her life to explain what a true hero is.