Natasha curled up on the ground and trembled, weakly trying to get up from the ground, when another girl suddenly stepped forward and rode on top of her, her hands clutching the slender white neck under the bright red hair.

The girl's face was pale and haggard, her eyes were bloodshot and full of wildness and madness, and she roared hoarsely, "Give me death, why haven't you died yet?" ”

"Emily, let me go." Natasha held the other party's wrists with both hands, and under the desire to survive, she continued to fight uselessly, and the frozen ground scraped the surface of her body and turned brown and purple.

"Natasha, please, give me a breath......"

"You-"

Hearing the request of the girl riding on her, Natasha trembled.

Emily, who was once the only friend of her classmates, is now desperate to kill her, fight for that last bit of food, and a chance to survive under the rules of the Red House.

This is true humanity and brutal reality.

Affection and compassion are burdens, and only by using yourself as a killing weapon to abandon your emotions can you survive to the end and become the strongest agent in this organization, 'Black Widow'.

Natasha tilted her head sideways, and in the afterglow of her gaze, on the desolate wilderness, the remains of the corpse of a girl who had frozen before it had time to decompose were piled up beside it.

A tear, spilling out of the corner of her left eye, immediately clotted into frost along with the blood.

This is the last tear of her life, and from now on, the weak female self will be completely wiped out from the bottom of her heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to live too!" Natasha's face turned cold, her feet kicked up, and her body crossed her calves with amazing flexibility, which also stuck Emily's neck and pulled back.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!

Emily didn't expect Natasha to have the strength to fight back, and in surprise, she desperately tried to cut Natasha off her breath completely.

"Emily, you still forgot, I secretly made up for you in the martial arts class.

If only one of us is destined to live, then let me take your share and keep going! ”

Under the cry of Natasha's heart, a cold light appeared indifferently in her eyes, and she used the last strength of her body -

With the combined force of wrists, waist, and calves, Natasha stretched Emily's hands away, and the whole person suddenly rolled forward at the same time, and the calves caught the opponent's neck and turned one hundred and eighty degrees in the air.

With a crisp 'click', Emily's neck was twisted in the air, and her eyes were dull and fell to the frozen ground.

"I won." Natasha gasped for breath and fell to the ground in the cold wind, her stomach screaming with extreme hunger.

She gnawed her teeth on the frozen ground, crawling and moving her body, and soon stopped beside a small pile of black bread stained with blood and snowflakes.

Without thinking, Natasha opened her mouth and tore at the small piece of black bread, swallowing it without chewing too much.

'Bang Bang! ’

A burst of applause rang out inexplicably, and Natasha looked up weakly, only to see a middle-aged man in an officer's uniform pacing closer.

"Well done, worthy of being my daughter, and now you are a veritable Black Widow." The man smiled happily and did not have the luxury of stopping his applause.

"Taras." Natasha gritted her teeth, her red hair covered her face, and her eyes were filled with resentment and coldness.

Taras Romanov, her adoptive father, one of the top officials of the Soviet Red Room, trained him to become a cold-blooded spy agent.

"Very good looks. You will be the strongest agent of our Soviet Red House ever. Taras complimented that he didn't care at all about Natasha's hatred and resentment towards him, and that everything was meaningless after being brainwashed anyway.

Erase agents' emotions and memories, and even erase humanity, as long as they can follow the procedures and complete the assigned espionage and assassination missions.

This is the Red House, a powerful organization where everything is done without a drop of water.

Taras was extremely confident in this, and took a step forward to recover Natasha's return to the Red House Order.

"Natasha, you look really ugly right now."

At this moment, a cold and calm voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Natasha heard the familiar male voice, and tried to open her eyes wide, and her empty eyes resurfaced with the brilliance of hope.

Taras looked back in surprise, and on the vast wilderness and frozen soil behind him, there was a strange combination of a girl, a young man, and an uncle, who showed a cool hair, and both the girl and the young man wore hoods to cover most of their faces.

"Residents of the neighborhood? Didn't you know that this is a no-go zone under a military blockade! Taras asked indifferently, pulling a large-caliber pistol from his waist in his left hand, and although there were three of them, he also had the top human physique of a super agent.

But the hooded young man at the head didn't even look at him, his eyes fell on Emily, and he said slowly, "Don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead." The last time I escaped from the battleship, I also lost a dozen of my soldiers, and this account has not been settled with you. ”

"That's all done by the other agents of the Red House, it's none of my business." Natasha explained weakly, her body was still embarrassed on the ground, and she couldn't help but smile as she spoke.

She asked: "What you said last time, let me take refuge in you, does that sentence still count?" ”

"Count." The hooded youth nodded and responded with cold simplicity.

But this one word was enough to change and reverse Natasha's current situation, she took a deep breath and squinted her eyes and said, "Then take me out of here." ”

"Logan, go take her here." The hooded young man commanded, and the inch-haired uncle next to him immediately ignored the gun-wielding Taras and walked quickly towards Natasha.

"You guys, when I don't exist?!" Taras was shocked and angry, and from the beginning to the end, none of the three people who suddenly appeared looked at him!

Now he has reached a verbal agreement with Natasha to take away the top agents trained by the Red House directly in front of him!

Taras was the first to stare at Logan, who was approaching, raised the large-caliber pistol in his hand, and said coldly: "If I take a step further, I will shoot!" ”

Logan ignored Taras's advance, causing Taras's forehead to bulge with rage, and the gun was aimed at the trigger.

Soon, Taras realized that something was wrong—no matter how hard he pressed his fingers, the trigger of the pistol seemed to be imprisoned by a force, and he couldn't press the gun to fire.

"Boss, I haven't said you want to move."

Next to the hooded youth, the petite and delicate girl looked at Taras coldly, her eyes lit up with silver light.

Taras's face changed, and the pistol he was holding flew out of thin air, levitating in midair, the muzzle of the gun aimed at his master.

At this time, Logan, who had no one to hinder him, had already walked up to Natasha and grabbed it with one hand and easily carried it on his shoulder.

Successfully recovered, one Black Widow.