Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

Once I went downstairs, the noise became very loud. There were many pedestrians and vehicles on both sides of the street.

The complex layout of the residential area made it ideal for spies like her to hide and escape during missions.

With his head slightly bowed and hands in his pockets, he walked alone against the wind and snow.

Immerse yourself in this ordinary environment.

As she brushed past one pedestrian after another, seeing couples with children, and the smiles on the faces of the couples and their children, Natasha lowered her eyes, burying the ripples of emotion deep within her heart.

As she walked through street after street, she came to a coffee shop called St. Enoch Corner. After her habitual quick glance around, she ordered a coffee and found a seat by the window.

I sipped my coffee while looking out the window.

Across the street was a large building, the company of her target.

She came here for coffee, only to observe the security shift changes to determine the timing and method of her infiltration.

Just as Natasha was observing silently, a clear bell rang from outside the door.

Natasha glanced at it instinctively, causing her pupils to shrink abruptly.

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Chapter 44 Natasha Romanov

She saw a large man wearing a simple down jacket walk in.

Tall, strong, and dangerous.

The other person was wearing a mask, so their face was not visible.

Especially when she saw that the burly man didn't order anything but walked straight towards her, Natasha's guard reached its peak.

Although he appeared calm and collected, sipping his coffee and looking out the window, he was actually keeping a close eye on the man out of the corner of his eye, and his body was slightly tense, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

The burly man seemed unaware of Natasha's guard and simply plopped down opposite her.

Natasha then pretended to be somewhat surprised and looked at the burly man, asking in Russian, "Sir, I don't think I know you. There are still many empty seats here."

“I came here specifically to see you, Ms. Natasha Romanov.”

The burly man removed his mask, revealing Reicher's rugged face, and responded in fluent Russian.

Rachel is multilingual.

His mother was French, fluent in French, and had learned Spanish, German, Arabic, and Russian while serving as a U.S. military policeman.

When her real name was called, Natasha's emerald eyes narrowed, her heart filled with horror.

When she was out and about, she used aliases for all her identities.

Apart from a few people like Red Room, no one knew her real name was Natasha Romanov.

She's been exposed?

In that instant, Natasha's mind was racing.

The man's face was clearly not Eastern European, but rather that of a typical white person. The presence of a strange white man in Russia was a problem in itself.

The other party's words and actions revealed the demeanor of a soldier.

Natasha immediately guessed, but instead of saying it aloud, she asked.

"who are you?"

Her voice was slightly hoarse, but very pleasant to hear.

"You can call me Raiche."

Rachel was surprised. He was a battle-hardened soldier with exceptional observation and analysis skills. Natasha was analyzing him, and he was analyzing her in return.

Although Natasha remained outwardly calm, Reicher actually sensed a dangerous aura emanating from her.

He believed that if he made even the slightest unnecessary movement, it was highly likely that he would launch a fierce and fatal attack.

This is actually quite unusual.

It's not that Rachel is bragging, but he is exceptionally talented. He served in the military for many years and honed extremely strong fighting and combat skills.

Unless it's his own boss or a mutant, very few people can make him feel this kind of danger.

Moreover, she was a woman.

Physically, women are inherently vastly different from men, being completely outmatched in strength, speed, reflexes, weight, and so on.

This is an almost insurmountable gap.

But with Natasha, this divide seemed to have no effect. She was like a fierce and wary female leopard, ready to tear his chest open with her claws at any moment.

Because of Pierce, that big mole.

Reacher was well aware of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation into Natasha.

The spy organization called Red Room must have deep roots to be able to cultivate a woman like that; no wonder the BOSS took a liking to her.

"Whom do you represent? The FBI? CAI? DIA? Or the NSA?"

“I am not a government employee.”

Reicher's answer was succinct: "Someone is on a mission to assassinate you."

He took a cell phone out of his pocket, placed it on the table in front of Natasha, and gestured for her to look at it.

Natasha frowned slightly upon hearing this.

She reached out and picked up her phone, but her attention didn't completely leave Rachel.

When Natasha turned on the screen, the information that appeared on it gave her a jolt.

Clinton Francis Patton, a Level 7 Agent of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency.

Detailed information, number of classified missions executed.

There are also her data and information, including everything from the Red House.

That's right, Reacher completely betrayed S.H.I.E.L.D., all to gain Natasha's trust.

He succeeded.

Some incidents that occurred during classified missions were covered up and disguised as accidents.

Natasha had heard all about these incidents. If these missions were real, then the other party must be one of the world's top agents.

Natasha herself didn't think she could succeed due to the difficulty of the task.

These classified documents are not something that ordinary people can obtain, and Natasha believed most of what Reichel said.

The remaining part is the vigilance that Natasha herself has cultivated; she will not completely trust anyone.

Anyone!!

This is how she protects herself.

Who exactly are you?

Natasha handed the phone back, and after watching Reichel take it, she asked him seriously.

"The person who can pull you out of the abyss, if you're willing, you can meet my BOSS. You have three minutes to consider."

"Now is fine."

Natasha gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

She wasn't stupid. The data provided by Reich showed that the Department called the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency, even with just some simple information, demonstrated an immense amount of power.

This shocked Natasha.

A world-class organization, yet the Red Room's top spy had never heard of it.

This demonstrates the immense power of its energy.

If these materials did not contain information about the background of the Red House, or even detailed information about Drekoff, the person in charge behind the Red House, she would have even thought that the department was fictitious.

In addition, the other party can easily find you when you are hiding or disguised.

It is evident that the power behind Raiche is also unimaginably vast.

Natasha herself had the idea of ​​defecting from the Red Room, and Reicher seized on this point precisely as a condition.

It was a perfect match, and Natasha had no reason to refuse.

The only thing to worry about is escaping one wolf's den only to fall into another.

But Natasha, who was suffering greatly, was willing to take the gamble.

Having received an affirmative answer, Raiche nodded: "Come with me."

He stood up and left the coffee shop with Natasha.

Meanwhile, Klint, who had arrived in St. Petersburg, received the news.

"Hawkeye, the target has disappeared."

Clint: ? ? ?

Clint drove an ordinary local car and parked it on the side of the street. Listening to the conversation in his earpiece between the agents assisting the Russian branch, he was full of questions.

"Disappeared?"

"Yes, we have been monitoring the target beyond visual range, but just ten minutes ago, after she left her original residence, her traces were deliberately erased."

"All the pinhole cameras were pulled out, and the satellite signals being used here were tampered with. Our people tracked them down and found that the last location of the target was a coffee shop."

Clint was stunned when he heard this.

What does this mean?

The mission was just about to begin, and it's already over?

Even someone as ruthless as Hawkeye was utterly helpless at this moment.

Is it still possible to investigate?

"We are mobilizing our resources here to track it down, and we believe we can find it."

"Okay, as soon as possible."

Hawkeye has a lot of confidence in the capabilities of his department, even in this enormous country.

Chapter Forty-Five: Who is accusing this official in the courtroom?

When Matthew first met Black Widow, his first impression was that she was young and full of charm.

Her features were exquisite; she was the most beautiful woman Matthew had ever seen.

His figure, looks, and facial features are all top-notch.

Only Jennifer, who was possessed by a demon, could compare to this.

Jennifer is a beauty to begin with, and after being possessed by a demon, she becomes even more alluring, like a black rose.

Black Widow Natasha is different; she is a perfect symbiosis of danger and temptation, elegance and sharpness, strength and vulnerability, coldness and deep affection.

Matthew doesn't consider himself a paragon of virtue; he's a normal teenage boy. While he wouldn't say he was lustful at first sight, he at least expressed admiration for Black Widow's appearance.

Its main selling point is its visual appeal.

Matthew arrived in Russia, but instead of going to St. Petersburg, he went to a laboratory that had been established 80 kilometers away from St. Petersburg.

The laboratory was established because of five super soldiers frozen in ice at the Hydra base in Siberia.

After being transported via cold chain, the five soldiers were sent here to undergo reverse engineering for genetic derivation.

The difficulty of working backward from the result is vastly different from that of developing and researching from scratch.