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Grant was very angry, very angry, super angry. I finally got a chance...... And Courage, or rather with that impulse, he was about to do something with Natasha, only to be ruined by a few damn guys who don't know what!

Anger is anger, and those who should hide still have to hide, which cannot be delayed. It's just that the owner of the footsteps outside is obviously walking towards this room. There's only one door, and there's not even a window in this damn place deep under the dam!

Just when Grant was thinking, "There's no way, I can only fight out", Natasha, who was standing next to him, moved. She started by quickly closing the two safes and restoring them to their original state along with the papers. Then, she leaned over and pounded on her shoes a few times, then pulled out a pair of handstockings that completely wrapped the fingers of her palms and put them on. In the end, she rushed into Grant's arms, pressed her face to his chest in the puzzled look of the other party, wrapped her hands around his back, and hugged him tightly!

Belch...... What's going on? Is it an outlaw mandarin duck? It's not time yet!

Then the next moment the situation is clear.

With a "whoosh", an extremely thin steel cable shot up from Natasha's lower back and stabbed directly into the ceiling. Then the tightrope tightened, and she was carried up with Grantra.

I see. Grant felt his face heat slightly......

But that's not all.

"Hold me tight!"

In this case, Grant had no choice but to do so. And Natasha, after the other party hugged herself, carefully released the arms that hugged the other party, spread her palms, and pressed them against the ceiling. Then, with her hands as points, she shook her body back and forth. With Grant holding her, the two swayed back and forth like a single pendulum.

The amplitude of the swing is getting bigger and bigger. Feeling that it was almost there, Natasha thrust her waist hard, her legs slightly apart, and her toes pressed against the ceiling like her hands.

It's so fixed!

I have to say that Natasha's physical fitness is good. surpasses ordinary people, not to mention, it is also a cut higher than the famous SEAL Team 6. Grant privately thinks that she has been injected with something, most likely related to the blood taken from Captain America back then. Now Natasha relies on the S.H.I.E.L.D. technology on her hands and feet, and her whole person is stuck to the ceiling like a spider, and she has to bring a ninety kilogram Grant.

After feeling it for a moment, Natasha's body was quite stable, and there was no hint of trembling. In addition, the two of them are stuck to the ceiling like this, and people who want to come outside will not notice if they come in. Overall, the situation is good. It's just that...... When I was a fifth-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., I used to use ordinary tools, and now that I have defected, I have seen new things one after another?

"Is the gap between level 5 and level 6 so big?"

Listening to Grant's words, Natasha roughly understood his feelings.

"This is an adhesive designed by the bureau based on the spider silk of that little spider in New York, and agents above level 4 can apply." This sentence is suspected of adding fuel to the fire, but the next sentence is different, "You can apply for it, but it is not so easy to get approved." Don't think too much about it, I'm a spy, and of course I need more props. And you are a warrior, this is not the same. By the way, you're not a warrior now, you're a super soldier. ”

Listening to Natasha's soft voice, Grant's mood improved a lot. At this time, people from outside the door also walked in.

It was Stryker and the woman, and a middle-aged man dressed as a researcher.

Once inside, Stryker walked straight behind his desk and sat down, picking up the Hulk file and reading it. The woman who gave Grant a sense of threat stood next to Stryker, not saying a word, as if her job was only to do her job as a guard. As for the researcher, he closed the door at the end of the walk, then stood in front of his desk and began to report to work.

"Sir. The materials for the experiment are almost ready, and the missing parts will be delivered by sunset today. Just ......"

"I hate that word." Stryker's reaction is not difficult to understand, sometimes the word is just too annoying, "Just what?" ”

Presumably because Stryker is very powerful on weekdays, and if he has good eyesight, he can see the cold sweat on the researcher's forehead.

"It's just that some of the materials don't have a lot of weight, and I'm worried that it won't be enough to make it to the end."

Hearing this, Stryker's brows furrowed. Of course, this situation did not satisfy him. The atmosphere fell silent. After a while, the colonel spoke: "How much worse?" ”

And the researchers are already sweating profusely.

"Only...... According to estimates, the current portion can only be tested for three experiments. ”

"Well, I'll figure it out, but don't expect too much." To the researchers' surprise, Stryker didn't get angry this time, "That is, you need to have our Hulk serum perfectly reproduced in less than three attempts." Do you understand? ”

Although it's not too kind, it's not scolding after all. This emboldened the researchers a little.

"But sir, there are too many uncertainties in the experiment, I'm afraid ......"

Then the researchers were brutally suppressed. I saw Stryker "angry and angry", his eyebrows were almost upside down, and his voice was even more unmistakable.

"Got it!"

“…… Yes, sir. ”

Seeing that the other party bent over and looked deferential, Stryker nodded in satisfaction.

"Now tell me, how is Subject 143......"

The conversation between the two subordinates continued, and the two who eavesdropped on were about to be stunned. ...... No. 143 If this is indeed a normal serial number, then the information in those two safes is just the tip of the iceberg. What's even more terrifying is that Subject 143, according to the conversation between the two below, the fluid secreted by the brain can actually control the thoughts of others? If you take control of the White House and make it press the red button; Or change it to Nick Fury and give the people below an eighth-level mission or something......

That situation is unimaginable!

Luckily, it sounds like Subject 143 has just been activated, and it will probably take some time to get the finished product. During this period of time, there are many things that can be done. Of course, the premise is that the two eavesdroppers can get the word out of here. It seems like it's too early. However, the focus of the two is no longer on how to get out or how to take the data away, they have more pressing problems to solve.