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Chapter 223 It’s a chicken and a egg
After reviewing the contract several times, Natasha was fairly satisfied with the terms.

At least, she herself didn't find any traps.

The contract term was what made her hesitate.

In another thirty years, she'll probably be an old maid.

Even if you give her freedom, how many more years can she keep this up?

"Thirty years...isn't that a bit too long?"

Natasha looked up and began to haggle over the contract in her hand.

"How about changing it to ten years?"

After some thought, Natasha proposed a number that she could accept.

In ten years, she will be in her thirties, not even forty yet.

It just so happens to be a stage in life when one still has a lot of energy.

She has plenty of time to realize her dreams.

For example, finding a suitable partner and building a warm and loving family.

Or perhaps they participate in charitable work to atone for past crimes.

"ten years……"

Tommy tapped his fingers lightly on the table, seemingly considering the suggestion.

Thirty years is indeed a long time.

He is also willing to lower this number.

But the ten years Natasha mentioned is definitely not going to work.

Ten years from now, we'll be in a turbulent era of superheroes and villains.

At that time, he needed a skilled and intelligent assistant like Natasha the most.

If she just packs up and leaves, it will be very detrimental to his future plans.

"Thirty years is too long, and ten years is too short."

Tommy stopped tapping on the table and stared directly at Natasha.

"How about this, a compromise, twenty years?"

Natasha frowned.

Twenty years is much better than thirty years, but it is still far from her ideal ten years.

However, she also knew that this was the biggest concession Tommy could make.

If she continues to dwell on it, she'll be being rather ungrateful.

To put it bluntly, her collaboration with Tommy was more about her begging Tommy for favors.

Even without her, Tommy can still find the Red House.

It just takes a little more time.

Without Tommy's help, it would be difficult for her to destroy the Red House on her own.

If she could, she would have done it already.

Why wait until today?

With that thought in mind, she no longer hesitated, picked up the pen on the table, and signed her name on the contract.

"Natalia Arianovna Romanova".

“Very good, Natasha, you made the right choice.”

Tommy smiled as he saw Natasha put down her pen.

"Now, we should talk about the next steps."

……

Almost at the same time.

Faraway Siberia.

A biting wind howled, and layers of snow covered the earth.

On this barren land, a three-story building stands proudly.

It has a square shape and is made entirely of concrete.

At first glance, it looks like an abandoned warehouse.

But this seemingly ordinary little building was surrounded by a large number of guards.

There was a sentry post at almost every certain distance.

Many soldiers wearing cold-weather gear are stationed here.

There are also many surveillance cameras nearby.

Just by looking at how heavily guarded it is, you can tell that this building is unusual.

That's right.

This three-story building is the base of the Red House. Of course, the buildings on top are just a diversion.

It is only a part of the overall base.

The true heart of the Red House is actually hidden underground.

now.

Deep underground.

Training hall.

Bright lights illuminated the entire hall, but could not dispel the tense and oppressive atmosphere in the air.

Led by their instructors, a group of young trainees, dressed in uniform training clothes of the same color, lined up neatly in a row.

Although they are still children, their eyes hold a ruthlessness beyond their years.

It carried a terrifying aura of predatory intent, as if it were about to devour anyone it chose.

This is not because they are inherently cold-hearted or devoid of emotion.

It was entirely due to the nurturing environment provided by the Red House.

In this hopeless hell, the girls are brainwashed countless times every day and repeatedly indoctrinated with all sorts of cruel ideas.

The Red Room had only one purpose: to turn them into emotionless killing machines.

As usual, the instructors gave a speech before training.

"Remember, you are not human."

His gaze swept across the girls' faces like hooks, as he uttered cold words.

"You are weapons, tools, the sharpest blades of the Red House."

The girls stood there expressionless, none of them daring to move, and they even breathed very softly.

Past experience has taught them that they must not object when the instructors are speaking.

Talking back is even more out of the question.

In such a terrible environment, only by refraining from resistance, questioning, and thinking can one possibly survive better.

After a barrage of words of suppression, belittling, and even insults, the instructor in charge of the lesson announced today's curriculum.

"Today, you will engage in real combat. The rules are simple: each of you must kill at least ten enemies. Only those who succeed in doing so will be eligible to enjoy dinner tonight."

He didn't say what would happen to those who failed the mission.

But the girls all knew what would happen.

The Red House has no place for losers.

Those who fail to achieve their mission objectives will only face death.

“Very good, I see determination in your eyes.”

"In that case, let the battle officially begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the training hall suddenly went out, leaving only a few blood-red emergency lights.

At the main gate, a large group of burly men rushed in.

They were tall and strong, with fierce looks, and were all serious criminals in prison.

Everyone's hands were stained with blood, and everyone was sentenced to death.

If nothing unexpected happens, they will soon face an execution.

But the Red House bought them and made them sparring partners for the girls.

To ensure the best training results, the Red House made a special commitment.

Whoever kills any one of the girls will gain freedom and a new life.

Never underestimate the power that people can unleash in despair.

These death row inmates will show absolutely no mercy when it comes to their own lives.

Even if their opponents are just a group of cute little girls.

As their restraints were removed, the death row inmates roared wildly, grabbed various weapons from the sidelines, and pounced on the girls.

The girls reacted quickly.

Despite their young age and slender build, they are no less formidable in combat.

Years of brutal training have endowed them with extraordinary fighting will and skills, turning them into terrifying killing machines.

Just like now.

Faced with the charging death row inmates, a girl with a ponytail was the first to challenge them.

She was agile and nimble, dodging the enemy's attack with a single dodge. Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy was swinging his stick, she suddenly lunged forward, raised her knee, and launched a fierce attack on the enemy's vital parts.

Click!

For a moment, it sounded as if bones were breaking in the training hall.

(End of this chapter)