Escaping is never easy. This is true even for the most experienced people. Because you'll never guess what will be behind you.

It's like now. If it were a person chasing after him, then with Natasha's years of experience, there would certainly be no problem with escaping. And if you're chasing a bunch of monsters that you can't even tell what they are, it's obviously not easy for you to escape safely.

Natasha had tried her best, but it was still difficult for her to dodge in time in such a sudden and unexpected attack from behind. Just by turning to the side, she suddenly felt a hot stinging pain in her ribs, and then a frightening tingling sensation rushed over her.

Natasha didn't know what that meant, but she knew she was definitely going to be tricked. She could already smell the blood, and the feeling of losing her strength was becoming clear little by little as the smell of blood became stronger. I didn't have time to think about how those things had attacked me, and I didn't have time to look back and see what had happened. Natasha covered her injured left rib like this, pushed open the door of the room with one hand, and rushed out completely.

The door was shut, she had used it. By this time, she could clearly hear the piercing screams of anger coming from the room, and the heavy crash that seemed to be on the verge of collapsing the walls. She couldn't help but secretly rejoice that the house was safe and didn't have a wooden gate that was more symbolic than practical, as most Americans do. Instead, I found a company that specializes in anti-theft equipment to customize an alloy gate that is embedded in the wall as a whole. Otherwise, maybe I'm done now.

Rao was so, looking at the cracks that kept popping up in the walls with the non-stop impact inside. Natasha knew in her heart that this would only stop them for a while at most, and it would never be possible to keep them behind this door forever.

Somehow must be found to get rid of them. Because if you don't get rid of them, then you will definitely be the unlucky one in the end. Or even say, maybe it's not just yourself.

Thinking of the insane proliferation ability of those things, Natasha's heart was already quietly clouded. She didn't know how far this kind of thing could multiply, and she didn't know if there was a limit to this kind of multiplication. All she knew now was that this thing was very dangerous. And as it expands and grows, it may threaten the lives of more and more people. So, you have to find a way to stop it, to destroy it.

This is typical superhero thinking. Although I retired from this industry, I want to change this idea in a while. That's almost impossible. However, alas, despite this thought, in the end, there is nothing she can do.

The hot wound was still reminding her of what you had just been. And just like that, you still want to be a hero, you really think you've lived a long time.

Yes, there really wasn't a way for her to wade into this troubled water. But that doesn't mean she really can't help it. A woman's most advantageous weapon is never herself, but the man standing in front of her. Natasha is very confident about this, not only because the man in front of her is such a special identity, but also because she is still holding a mobile phone in her hand, and this mobile phone has now been connected to a number!

When a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, Natasha immediately had the courage to speak to the world. Therefore, in the face of the inquiry on the other end, she did not show any panic, but said calmly into the phone.

"I was attacked and wounded!"

With a simple sentence, Natasha hung up the phone directly. And before she could put down the phone, a figure had already appeared in front of her.

There was no need for any prerequisites at all, as long as Natasha was in need, the catastrophe could appear in front of her in defiance of time and distance. This is a manifestation of strength and love for one's own woman.

And looking at the catastrophe that appeared in front of her like this, Natasha had a sour nose at the moment, and then said to him aggrievedly.

"I'm being bullied!"

It's like a child who is bullied and goes home to find his parents to be spoiled. That's pretty much what Natasha means now. And on the other side of her statement, even if she had learned about the situation from the phone, the catastrophe couldn't help frowning, and a trace of anger appeared in her eyes.

Unlike another Zhou Yi, he has never been a good talker. Destroying living beings and destroying everything is as simple as drinking water and eating for him. He has always been the only one who has gone to find other people's troubles, and no one has ever dared to come to his troubles. Especially this time, he actually found the trouble on the person he valued the most, which was no different from revealing the reverse scales of a dragon.

He couldn't help but start to be angry in his heart. At the same time, he is also trying his best to restrain himself. This restraint is not that he doesn't intend to take a breath for Natasha, but he doesn't want to wipe the planet out of the universe because of a moment of anger.

He had to do something after all, and in this anger, he had already torn open the door to the room and strode inside.

Such an action is undoubtedly a provocation for those who are in the house. They don't look like intelligent creatures, but they have their own instincts. And the more they are driven by instinct, the stronger their sense of territory becomes. It can be said that anything that steps into their territory without permission, especially a living thing, will definitely be attacked by them fiercely and mercilessly.

But this time it was different, even though it was not clear what it looked like, it was already very clear that there was a strong sense of rejection. But now, they don't have the slightest idea of making a rash move. Instinctively, they had already sensed the sheer danger of the creature that had just entered.

That's definitely something more terrifying than any predator. If it weren't for the fact that there was no element of escape added at all when it was manufactured, then maybe these things would have turned around and run away by now. And it is precisely because they are not there that they can only be agitated now, using an unknown organ to emit bursts of threatening screams to intimidate the catastrophe, trying to make him retreat and leave. But how is this possible!

I didn't care about these powerless threats at all, and the catastrophe was already striding into the middle of these things. With each step he took, the things that were one step closer to him became more and more restless. The high-frequency sound that came from them became more and more harsh and painful. In a way, their instincts are already boiling and crazy. And at this time, if it was an ordinary person standing here, then he would definitely not have any intention of provoking them.

It was so dangerous, almost a joke about your own life. But will it be dangerous for the Holocaust? He apparently didn't think so, so, as if beating a heavy war drum, he slammed his foot on the floor in the center of the room. And this kick is also the final bottom line that completely collapses these instinctive boiling things.

Utterly insane, restless, and desperate. These things are shooting at the catastrophe. Spider silk-like things woven from the tissues of these things were spat out in an instant, covering all the space in the room at a speed that even bullets could not match.

It's fast, and it's powerful. Coupled with this level of intensity, it really makes people immediately feel like they are standing in the middle of a rain of bullets. It's fatal. But for others, and definitely not for the Holocaust. He just waved his hand, and everything was gone in an instant, not even a little residue remained. Whether it's the body of the disgusting stuff or the stuff they spit out, the end is the same, that's nothing.

It's outrageous, and it's reassuring. At the very least, for Natasha, who had just walked in, this performance of the catastrophe would naturally make her feel safe in her heart.

A large part of a woman's so-called love is actually brought about by a sense of security. If a man does not bring security to his woman, then, obviously, the relationship between them cannot be secure. In this regard, the power of the catastrophe is the greatest guarantee. And for the sense of security brought to her by the catastrophe, Natasha's heart is also 10,000 satisfied.

Like the princess who threw herself into the arms of the knight who saved herself from the dragon in the mythical tales, Natasha couldn't help but embrace the catastrophe now. Her heart was full of affection, but her pale face looked a little pitiful. This made the catastrophe that held her in her arms couldn't help frowning, and then lowered his head and asked her questions.

"Where did you hurt, let me see!"

Natasha, who would not refuse him in such a matter, immediately rolled up her clothes honestly and looked at the shocking wounds on her snow-white skin. The catastrophe immediately gritted his teeth and said with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Who did it? Maria. Hill's guys? ”