Somewhere.

The third floor of a deserted abandoned factory.

Three men were torturing a red-haired woman tied to a chair, who had been stripped of her coat and was left with only a sexy black lace lingerie and a pair of stockings left on her bumpy body.

The woman seemed so helpless that even if she didn't compare it with the two big, white men with strong builds, it seemed that she couldn't deal with the old man in military uniform, who was nearly sixty years old.

Woo woo ~ ~~~

A train clings to the dilapidated factory building.

Bang!

A man stepped forward and gave the red-haired woman a look without pity.

At this time, the old white man spoke: "I didn't want to make a fuss like this tonight. ”

"I know what you're up to tonight. Trust me, it's better that way. The woman said, her tone unexpectedly calm.

However, the old man had seen too many such characters, and it seemed to him that as long as it fell into his hands, he could use those "gadgets" that repaired cars, struck iron, or did carpenter's work to quickly make the captives confess - not to mention such a woman in front of him, even if those tough guys fell into his hands, how much of a splash could they make?

"Who do you work for? Lermontov? He seemed to ask casually, and a pair of eyes that were the best at discerning the subtle expressions of others were staring at the beautiful woman in front of him. As long as the other party shows a little flaw, he can see some clues.

His right-hand man duly walked up to the poor woman tied to the chair, grabbed the stool in one hand, and pushed her backwards, right on the opening that led to the first floor on the third floor.

The woman glanced down with some panic.

Breathing rapidly, a pair of jade feet wrapped in black stockings tried to step on the ground in a panic......

The white old man's eyes showed a bit of appreciation, and his mouth continued to create psychological pressure on the woman: "Does he think that we still need his permission to transport goods?" ”

As he expected, the woman began to spit in fear.

"I thought General Solohob was in charge of the export trade." Seeing her acquaintance's opening, the old man's men pulled her back to the flat ground.

"Sorohob?" The old man sneered and said, "That's a puppet! It seems that the intelligence is not working to kill you, the famous Black Widow! ”

Then, he said with some disdain: "It's just a vase." ”

"Do you really think I'm pretty?" The woman was sweating from panic, and her skin was a little slippery, which made the old man a little moved.

Although he had heard some rumors about the woman in front of him, and knew that this seemed to be a woman who could be a husband, the other party's appearance and figure were indeed a big beauty, especially the general charm of the ripe peach made it difficult for a man to refuse.

The old man hesitated briefly.

At the signal of his eyes, the right-hand man stepped forward and broke the woman's mouth.

"Tell Lermontov that we can transport goods without him, and he is already out." He turned around and picked up a vice, shaking it in his hand: "You'd better remember." ”

He wasn't going to kill the woman anymore, but pulling out a few teeth with pliers was enough to make this delicate little beauty honestly unable to resist.

And the toothless soft mouth is also a little more "safe".

Dili Lili ~~~

A sudden ringing of a mobile phone.

Another subordinate pulled out his cell phone from his pocket, a little puzzled who would call him at this time: "Hey? ”

"Looking for her?!"

The old man took the phone: "Hear me clearly——! His tone was cold, and he was about to open his mouth to threaten the other side when he heard a man's calm voice on the other end of the phone: "Your location is the 3rd floor of Building 14, District 1 of Solensky Square, and we have an F22 waiting to greet you 8 miles away." Give the phone to that woman, if you dare to bargain, I'll blow you up. ”

“？？？？”

The old man suddenly felt that his brain seemed to be a little insufficient.

But he wasn't foolish, and almost immediately, he understood that the person who could accurately call at this time to tell him where he was was not a fool.

He handed the phone to Black Widow, who sandwiched it between his shoulder and head: "We need you." The three of them heard the words coming from the earpiece.

"What are you kidding? I am working! ”

"The situation is urgent."

"Halfway through the interrogation, this idiot is telling ...... everything"

"Listen, I can't pull out right now!"

"Natasha!" Coulson, who was on the other end of the phone, looked grim, he moved uneasily, and said, "Fury has an accident." ”

Hear the words.

Natasha's face changed: "Don't hang up." ”

Twenty seconds later.

The fighting on the other end of the phone stopped, and Natasha picked up the phone: "I'll be right back." ”

……

"You're saying he just looked at a crayon drawing and that's it?" Natasha, Hawkeye, Agent Hill, and Coulson stand outside an isolated intensive care room, looking through the glass at Fury, unconscious in bed.

"Yes. At first we thought it was something the other party had done during the contact - and then one of our agents on the scene saw the painting......"

"How's that guy?" Natasha asked.

"Crazy." Coulson's eyes showed a slight depression: "Just one glance, that colleague went crazy, and he shot himself in the head with a gun." ”

"Then someone saw the painting in the process and killed themselves – it wasn't until this time that we realized it might have something to do with it, so we used a remote-controlled robot to put it away."

"What the hell is going on?" Hawkeye slammed his fist into the wall.

Coulson took out his phone and showed the two of them a crayon drawing: "After testing, we already know that only by looking directly at that drawing can we lose our minds or fall unconscious like Fury." Mechanically transcribed, photographed copies don't have that effect—that's what the painting is about. ”

Natasha looked at the painting.

She immediately recognized that it was just a plain sketchbook that was casually sold in A4 size at Walmart or any of the drawing stores.

Paintbrushes are also just regular crayons.

However, what is depicted in the painting makes this black widow, who was born in the "Red Room" of the former Soviet Union and has undergone extremely cruel training since childhood, feel a little inexplicably panicked.

on the screen.

In the darkness of space, a balloon-red spherical object that appears to be a planet is approaching Earth.

Circles of iron-brown corrugated radiant rays seemed to be emanating from the planet.

In a trance, something seemed to be looking at her in Natasha's pitch-black cosmic background?

When I looked at it again, it seemed to be just a mess of crayon impasto black.

Coulson moved his phone out of the way.

Natasha looked up, "What do you think this is?" ”

Coulson shrugged his shoulders: "The analysis team said that this is most likely the [threat] that the 'little god' said. What do you think? ”

Natasha's jewel-like eyes flickered: "My gut tells me he's lying, but I don't know what he's hiding...... We have to be ready. ”