Carnegie Hall in Manhattan, New York, is an incomparably elegant place where dignitaries and dignitaries like to come, old gentlemen who are happy to show off their elegance and knowledge, and nouveau riche who smell copper.

I always feel like I can blend in with this high society circle.

A cool silver Ferrari stopped in front of the concert hall entrance, and the waiter hurriedly stepped forward to help open the door.

The first thing that shows in everyone's eyes is a pair of beautiful legs, one more point is too plump, one less point is too thin, there is no trace of scarring, perfect streamline, just these legs, it has made people sigh the miracle of the Creator.

This was followed by a long cable-stayed skirt swaying gently in the wind and studded with silver scales. The left corner of the skirt almost dragged to the ground, but the right side had an extremely high slit almost to the waist, making the long leg even more visible.

The plump and charming buttocks are narrowed in the unscientific bee waist, and with the movement of the limbs, the natural feminine breath is enough to make any man's heart move.

Further up, there are perfect peaks wrapped in suspenders studded with silver scales, and the large snow-white backless is enough to stimulate the hormonal secretion of the men around them.

She's so beautiful, like Marilyn Monroe or Sophia Loren in her prime who traveled back in time to the 21st century.

It was the same curves as the two recognized goddesses, and the same bold style of dressing.

"Welcome, Miss Norman. An old gentleman in a suit and leather shoes with the demeanor of a butler stepped forward and handed the sexy goddess a hand so that she could get out of the car.

"Thank you, Mr. Manager. The goddess pursed her lips and smiled.

This smile made the people around him a little regretful, because it was a white tooth that was not too neat.

However, perhaps because of this, her beauty is so real. It's not like something that came out of the assembly line under the hands of a plastic surgeon in a stick country.

Just as her male companion got out of the car and wanted to come over and get close to her, suddenly there were a few dull "bangs" not far away!

Several smoke bombs that burst out of white smoke quickly caused the main entrance of the concert hall to panic for a moment.

"Ahhhh

Obviously, the five fingers are not visible in the center, but the beautiful goddess stands motionless and full like a statue.

She sighed: "I said, you idiots, can't you have something new?"

She spoke in Russian.

The smoke was filled, but out of the thick fog, a giant man who could be called a giant suddenly came out.

He is at least two meters tall, and his whole body is full of explosive muscles, like a tall version of Arnoswadsinger. His two arms, exposed outside his vest, are almost entirely covered in coarse blond hair, making him look like a Siberian bear.

He has a large square chin that gives his face a bit trapezoidal.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke in rumbling Russian: "Natalia Normanova! ”

Right!

She lost contact with someone for more than 60 years, and betrayed the super female agent of the Soviet Union as early as the fifties of the last century - [Black Widow]!

The passage of time has not left a trace on this beautiful woman.

It seems that she still retains the youth of the eighteen-year-old, and the femininity and elegance that an eighteen-year-old girl can never have.

The goddess pouted disapprehantly: "Sorry, my current name is Natasha Normanoff." And I still have to remind you wooden heads, your Soviet Union collapsed in 1991. ”

"Bastard, do you still have the shame of being a Soviet!" A sturdy man wearing a mask in the shape of an oxygen mask and long black hair stepped silently on the roof of the silver Ferrari: "You have forgotten your homeland! You have forgotten who saved your life!

Natasha turned around slightly, glanced at the man behind her, and couldn't help sighing in her heart: Bucky, you are a brainwashed idiot, and the benefactor in your mouth told me to do this!

Of course, on the surface, Natasha smiled amorously: "It's as if Khrushchev's purge is fake, even Stalin was whipped up, if I don't run, will I wait for death!"

"Your life belongs to the motherland, and whether you exist or not, of course, is decided by the motherland. "Another sturdy person appeared, it was a woman, with the sassy demeanor of a typical hairy female soldier. She blocked the left.

Then, a burly man with a big bald head silently blocked the right.

"Oooh! Stormbear, One Dragon, Asha, Bucky...... Hehe! Except for the explosive black whip and the weak guards, all six winter soldiers are in order! Natasha took off her sunglasses and closed them with them, hanging them on the strap on her chest.

"If you deal with the strongest female spy in the history of the Soviet Union, no matter how big the battle is, it can't be too big. The bald man known as Yilong said in a deep voice.

Natasha smiled, hooked her fingers, and made a declaration with a flirtatious tail: "So what are you waiting for?"

Let's play!

This kind of casual contempt and ridicule is the most hurtful.

"Roar—" The giant man known as the Storm Bear punched first. There was already a fist the size of a rice cooker and a stainless steel ring with a conical spike, and the piercing sound of the wind alone was quite amazing.

If Natasha dodged at random, her slender leg had already kicked Stormbear's unguarded wrist at some point.

The Bear's attack was deflected and a punch slammed into the Ferrari's body. A real sports car, although it has excellent safety guards, is not intended to be used as a tank after all.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the streamlined body with elegant lines suddenly gave people the illusion of folding in half.

"Ahh

Black Widow kicked away Bucky and Yasha's combo and dodged two shots from a very close range, then spun gracefully and tapped her toe on the Ferrari's right mirror. Her skirt fluttering in the wind, coupled with her shiny scale clothing, is as graceful as an ayaba fairy, and like the brightest star on the stage!

Natasha smiled and threw an electric glance at her poor boyfriend, "Oh! I'm sorry for you, Alfred, but unfortunately my real name isn't Sarina." And if you want to soak me with an old Ferrari, it's impossible to drop......! It seems like it's time for a car change. ”

Talking and laughing, like willow leaves fluttering and swaying in the wind, Natasha dodged wave after wave of attacks from the four Winter Soldiers with movements unimaginable to mortals, almost danceways.

Then in a burst of laughter like silver bells, he went away.

She was gone, taking the pursuing Winter Soldiers with her, and disappeared into the busiest streets.

Leave nothing behind!

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ps, yesterday's supplement, the cold is much better.