Los Angeles.

The night she met him, the two spent a long night in a failed building, relying on canned meat and energy drinks.

"What's your name?" Tarantula asked.

The little girl wanted to speak and stopped, but finally chose to be silent, probably because she didn't want to say her name, or maybe she didn't have a name.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, and after a while, the tarantula threw away the can that he had eaten with only an empty shell, looked at the little girl and hesitated for a moment to speak again, "No matter what your previous name was, you will be called Red widow (Red widow) in the future." ”

As soon as the tarantula finished speaking, she opened a bottle of energy drink, and drank it all with her head up.

The little girl was slightly stunned when she heard this, but she was silent for a few seconds, then nodded, and gladly accepted the new name.

Looking up at the empty cans that had been thrown away by the tarantula in the distance, and then looking down at the canned beef that she had only eaten a third of in her arms, the little girl with the name suddenly grinned and handed the remaining canned food to the tarantula with both hands.

The tarantula was a little distracted when she saw this, but she didn't do anything to take the little girl's can.

Looking at the happy smile on the little girl's pretty face, which was still a little immature at that time, this man who had had had countless bloodstains on his hands since he was seventeen years old and was accompanied by death all day long, couldn't help but warm his heart.

In the end, the tarantula still had a third left over and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl didn't shirk either, and after taking it, she gobbled up a few mouthfuls and cleaned it up, obviously not full, but the little girl was very well-behaved and didn't mention it to the tarantula.

On this day, the little girl had a name and ...... Family.

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Three years later, a small country in South Africa.

The twenty-five-year-old tarantula and the twenty-two-year-old red widow walked down the crowded street, and the two were silent all the way until they turned around and walked into a shabby farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, and then they took off some of their improvised disguises.

The reason why they were so cautious was because the two of them had teamed up to complete a big task that shocked the entire mercenary world half an hour ago.

They assassinated the president of a country!

Although it is only a small country with a small name, after all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and no matter how you say it, the president of a country cannot be assassinated by any cat or dog.

This time the task is arduous, and the tarantula still has the red widow with him, which shows that he has recognized the strength of this girl.

After three years of mercenary career with the tarantula, the red widow is no longer the little girl who was inexperienced and powerless, and her name has recently spread widely in the mercenary community in the Middle East.

In order to escape the pursuit of the local armed forces, the two hid in this farmhouse that was bought by the 'Angel of Death' many years ago as a stronghold, enjoying the thrill of the rest of their lives.

The tarantula took off its sweat-soaked shirt and quickly adjusted its body temperature with some special breathing method, which accelerated its body temperature down to normal values.

The Red Widow glanced at him with envy, and also saw the 'tarantula' tattoo on the tarantula's chest, which was not the first time she had seen it.

With the ups and downs of his chest, as his master breathed, the guy seemed to come to life, swinging his long legs.

Red Widow had seen this little guy before, but she had never felt so novel as she did now, so she unconsciously stared at the tattoo and was fascinated.

I don't know how long it took, after the tarantula adjusted his body temperature to near normal, the sweat-soaked clothes on the ground were not yet dry, he looked at the red widow who was staring at him in a daze, grinned and teased: "Don't envy me, it's just the two of us here, if you are hot, you can take it off." ”

The Red Widow rolled his eyes and poked the tarantula's chest with her slender white onion fingers, "This little one...... It's been here since I knew you, has it been with you for a long time? ”

"Well, when I was seventeen years old, I became a mercenary in the Tarantula Mercenary Regiment, and I also tattooed the logo of this regiment, but when I was twenty years old, the mercenary group was wiped out in a mission, and I was left alone, and since then, 'Tarantula' is no longer the name of an organization, but a code name for a mercenary, and I have become the only person in this world who knows the true meaning of this symbol."

"Now I'm the second!" The Red Widow smiled, and in order not to let the tarantula's mind linger in the bad memories, she used this very clumsy method to divert the tarantula's attention.

The tarantula saw through the girl's intention at a glance, but she didn't break it, but put away the expression mixed with a little sadness very cooperatively.

The Red Widow seemed to be complacent about her merits, and a big smile spread across her face, "What a majestic sign, I want one too!" ”

"You little girl, what are you tattooing for......"

Seeing the tarantula complain and turn around, no longer showing himself his little tarantula that can only move, the red widow couldn't help but pout, looking a little speechless.

"I'm not too small, okay!" While whispering, she unconsciously glanced down at her seriously overdeveloped breasts, and when she raised her head, her eyes seemed to be a little more confident.

"What's the use of being there? Only dancers eat on their breasts, you're not a dancer! The tarantula glanced at the Red Widow with disdain, and then before she could refute, she continued, "The year we met, I was twenty-two and you were nineteen, right?" ”

Hearing the tarantula suddenly ask such a question, the red widow nodded subconsciously although she felt a little abrupt.

The tarantula's thoughts gradually fell into memories, and the face full of vicissitudes couldn't help but add a little smile, "When I was twenty-two years old, I got another name in the mercenary world, I guess you've heard of it." ”

"Sniper?" The Red Widow winked innocently and blurted out.

"Hmm." The tarantula nodded slightly, with an unconcealable pride between her eyebrows, "That's what I fought the battlefield with my own head and the bullets in the gun, which is not only an honor, but also a symbol of respect for me!" ”

"You're not too much this year, you're exactly twenty years old, aren't you? In the mercenary world, have you really gained the respect of others? ”

After the tarantula finished speaking, she looked at the red widow with a serious face, and after a long time, the red widow pouted with some dissatisfaction, and her little head gradually drooped, and her eyes were full of frustration.

The tarantula didn't admonish her, just looked at the red widow coldly, he knew that if the red widow insisted on following him down this road, then what she needed was not gentle enlightenment, but a stern spur!

After a long time, the Red Widow finally raised her head, and her eyes were as bright and deep as a galaxy, full of firmness that she had never felt before, "Before the age of twenty-three, I will definitely be respected by others like you!" ”

"Hehe, then when you really gain the respect of the world, show your unique logo to the world, otherwise...... That would just be a joke. ”

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After the two returned to the Middle East, within a week, the name Red Widow suddenly became famous in the Middle Eastern mercenary community.

Everyone admires her for how a woman can join forces with a tarantula to successfully assassinate the president of a country!

The conditions for the completion of this task are by no means the number of executors, but depend on the ability of the executor, and many people in the mercenary world are asking themselves if they can complete this difficult task if they join forces with the tarantula?

Later, most people found that they didn't even have the courage to take on the task......

After that, Red Widow gained the recognition of the entire Middle Eastern mercenary community, and someone with a heart investigated every single mission Red Widow had done before, and finally made their conclusions public.

That is, although Red Widow's marksmanship is not as amazing as that of tarantulas, she is definitely more ruthless than tarantulas in dealing with enemies!

Thus, the Red Widow received her second name in her mercenary career...... Sniper!

Three months later, on Red Widow's twenty-third birthday, the tarantula gave her a special gift.

That day, the tarantula tattooed a strange red spider on her back, which just covered the traces of the arc burns on the red widow's originally white back.

Time passed, and just as the Red Widow stood in front of the window and looked into the distance, recalling the bits and pieces of the tarantula around her, behind her, there was a sudden rhythmic knock on the door.

The moment she heard the movement, Red Widow's eyes lit up, and she walked over to open the door, and when she saw Skorn's figure outside, she was not surprised at all.

"Hey beauty, haven't I already given you all the answers you want?" Skorn looked at the Red Widow's near-perfect figure from top to bottom, and did not hide his behavior at all.

Red Widow frowned slightly and snorted coldly, and replied in an extremely cold tone, "You have also been paid accordingly." ”

"yes, so we don't owe each other." Skorn nodded solemnly, and after fixing his gaze on the pair of round and full breasts of the Red Widow, he never left, "So what are you looking for me for today?" ”

"I want you to go to China with me again and help me kill Chen Bai!"

A man and a woman looked at each other for a long time through a door frame, silent.

The Red Widow's request seemed to have been lost, and Skorn stood there like a wooden man the whole time, as if he hadn't heard it at all, without the slightest response.

"Of course, you can still get paid from me, you can make a price." After a few minutes of staring at each other, the Red Widow seemed tired of the silence and frowned and spoke again.

"Hehe, Chen Bai is a master who can snipe tarantulas, you let me deal with him with you, what's the difference between that and letting me die?"

Skorn finally spoke, but as he spoke, there was a lewd glow in his eyes as he stared at the Red Widow.