"Listen, Schiller, you can't ......" Natasha leaned against the doorframe, her eyes wrinkled in agony as she spoke, as if the alcohol was rushing into her brain.

"Ma'am, you're drunk, so let's go back and rest." Schiller grabbed the doorknob with a send-off expression.

"First of all, I'm not drunk, and second, you have to stop what you're doing right now, not that it's evil or anything, it's just ...... You can't do that. Natasha said as she shook her body back and forth.

"I don't know what you're referring to, ma'am, I was about to wash up and go to bed, do you want me not to?"

"You know what I'm referring to!" Natasha gritted her teeth, stared at Schiller with her eyes and said, "Don't pretend that you didn't actually do anything!" ”

"That's true." Schiller was still very calm, he was still wearing the shirt he wore during the day, there was not a single wrinkle in his clothes, even the tie knot was perfectly symmetrical, and the whole person was meticulous.

This image annoyed Natasha even more, as if her current anger was unwarranted and vexatious, and if there were onlookers now, they would have thought that a reckless drunk had broken into the gentleman's room and disturbed his rest.

A trace of cold sweat crept up Natasha's back, and she looked at Schiller with slightly sloppy eyes and said, "How many people have you made disappear like this?" ”

As soon as Schiller was about to open his mouth to continue sending off guests, Natasha opened the door directly with one arm on one side and said, "No matter how many there are, I won't be one of them, let me in." ”

"You don't have much to do here, ma'am, trust me." Schiller reluctantly let go of his hand and took a step back to let Natasha in.

Natasha did see only the unremarkable bed, so neatly made that even the most discerning person could not find fault with it, or a little too meticulous, and it looked less like a place to rest and more like a stage.

In a drunken haze, Natasha saw a fish bouncing on Schiller's bed, and the internal organs of the dissected abdomen were spilled out, staining the entire sheet red, and blood flowing to the ground.

The waist and abdomen, where the reflex nerve was strongest, were pressed under the knee of one leg by Schiller, and the tip of the knife was cut open from the chest in a slow process, and most of the intact internal organs were squeezed out by the frightened fish itself.

What about the other hand, where is the other hand?

As soon as Natasha thought of this, an irresistible force pushed her against the wall, and a pale but powerful hand grabbed her neck, yes, Natasha thought, that hand was on her neck.

Natasha suddenly laughed, she looked at Schiller opposite and said, "So you cast the bait to catch me." ”

"You're taking the bait too soon, ma'am, breaking the mold."

Natasha took a deep breath, the alcohol was gradually metabolized from her brain, Schiller looked at Natasha's face and said, "Although it is not polite to call such a beautiful lady a stupid fish, you do make mistakes in judgment too many times, first ......"

"Whew!"

The moment the wildness and ferocity under Natasha's beautiful human skin erupted, there was a big hole in Schiller's arm, and the female agent was holding the dagger, and her arm swung forward again, and the cold light flashed towards Schiller's throat.

Schiller let go and took two steps back, Natasha hugged her neck and took a deep breath, she sneered at Schiller and said, "What makes you think I'll listen to you?" ”

She raised her right arm in front of her again, and at the same time lunged forward, swinging her dagger downward, as if the murder weapon could split a man in half.

Schiller dodged the dagger's trajectory sideways, grabbing Natasha's wrist as his breath blew through the hair behind Natasha's head.

In an instant, the world was spinning, and the second she was grabbed by the wrist and flipped directly to the ground, Natasha understood one thing - this man's strength is amazing, and his fighting skills are also very superb.

As the shadow fell, the female agent rolled on the spot to dodge the attack, stood up with her hands on the ground and her waist dexterously, then bowed slightly, staring at Schiller like a beast about to attack.

Schiller twisted her arm to look at the wound on the outside of her arm, and Natasha noticed that her breathing rate was gradually increasing, and her heartbeat was beginning to become clearer.

The premonition of danger descended like an oracle, and Natasha did not think too much about it, and was urged by instinct to rush towards Schiller again, and the muscles of her arm that had accumulated strength were fired like a slingshot, and the blade was like a flying boat cutting through the rapids, leaving a scar in the air.

To Natasha's surprise, Schiller didn't dodge at all, he directly used his right shoulder to take the blow, then bent down and hugged Natasha's right half of her body and threw her to the ground, directly elbowing Natasha's left two ribs.

Schiller's blood spurted from her collarbone to her shoulder blade on Natasha's neck, and the female agent didn't snort even as the bone broke, her right leg half-kneeling on the ground, her hand instinctively slashing backwards.

Schiller leaned back, but did not completely dodge, and with another "bang", a shallow knife cut appeared on Schiller's face.

Schiller lowered his eyes, touched his face with the ring finger of his right hand, and looked at the blood on his fingers, the red in his pupils became more and more intense.

Natasha rolled nimbly to the side, using the uninjured half of her body as support, quickly adjusting her center of gravity, and a whip leg struck Schiller's waist.

Schiller stepped back and grabbed Natasha's wrist with the knife again, and Natasha began to pull with him with all her strength.

Two hands were dragged from the side to the top of the head and then to the other, and the two men slammed from the table to the wall and then to the wall, knocking everything in their path like a missile rampaging through the room, and there was a mess in their passes.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Crash! ”

Schiller grabbed Natasha's arm and threw her directly onto the bed, and Natasha rolled over with difficulty, dodging Schiller's attempt to hold her hand.

She knew that as long as she was immobilized by Schiller, she would definitely become the disemboweling fish.

She heard Schiller's gasps getting louder and faster, the drumbeat bursting from his mind like a urging note, and Natasha knew that she only had one last chance to fight back, or Schiller, who had entered a state of euphoria, would tear her apart with madness.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, her waist muscles contracted, and her hips and legs muscles worked together to kick Schiller on her side, but this time, it was replaced by a flexible roll by Schiller, standing at the end of the bed again, and Natasha's foot only kicked on the edge of the bedside table.

"Bang!"

The bedside table was kicked out directly, which showed the strength of this kick, and the two drawers of the bedside table that smashed on the wall all fell out, and Natasha's pupils shrank when she saw something falling out of it.

Schiller understood Natasha's intentions in an instant, and he appeared at Natasha's side faster than before that Natasha had never expected, grabbed Natasha directly with his arm like an animal, and then strangled the female agent by the neck with one arm.

Natasha began to struggle frantically despite the pain, trying to pierce Schiller's arm with the hand still holding the knife, but Schiller grabbed the wrist with his other free hand as the blade fell.

When Natasha's breathing rang in her ears, she trembled uncontrollably and twitched like a prey being dragged into the lair of a terrifying beast.

Crazy appetite, lust, sadism, and endless morbidity are brewed into a heavy metal rock song in the heaval of Schiller's chest, roaring, roaring, terrifyingly raw power like an engine roar.

Natasha felt her wrist tugged closer to her chest by Schiller, and her eyes widened like a dying fish until the dagger stabbed into her chest and slowly slid down her abdomen.

Blood spurted out, the smell of blood filled the room, and Natasha was being dissected by the dagger in her hand, and the almost numbing composure that had been trained for years was almost instantly shattered.

Schiller's breathing rate became higher and higher, and by the end he was almost suffocating, and his hand was clenching tighter and tighter, as if in a hurry.

Strangling a strong female agent by the neck and holding her in her arms, then grabbing her hand and ordering her weapon to dissect herself, the thrill was far greater than disemboweling a fish on the bed, and the abyss boiled unexpectedly.

Even now, when Schiller's breath sank to the bottom, that is, his muscles were in the most relaxed state with this breath, Natasha used all her strength to pull Schiller's arm down, and the moment she broke free, she staggered and threw herself towards the opposite wall.

The prey in her arms disappeared, and Schiller's gaze focused on the few tenths of a second, Natasha fell to the ground, but in the process of falling, she perfectly adjusted her body posture and let herself fall in front of the pistol.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

In the darkness of the room, three 9mm pistol bullets struck Schiller, causing him to take three steps back in succession, crashing into the wall behind him, and slowly falling.

Natasha also had no strength to move anymore, and she had been cut from the center of her chest to three centimeters above her navel, where she could see the internal organs.

Each of her struggled breaths caused her internal organs to be squeezed out, her ribs brutally smashed, bone fragments to the lungs, and at least dozens of muscle contusions throughout her body, resulting in internal bleeding from the impact, which was a bit too severe even for a human-modified super agent.

Schiller's situation was not much better, and even in the case of serious injuries, Natasha's marksmanship could be called accurate and ferocious, with the first two shots near the heart and the last shot right in the heart.

Natasha suddenly began to laugh lowly, and despite her almost lost life, she pressed her face to the floor on one side, and looked at Schiller with a somewhat glowing eye in the darkness, listening to his excited heartbeat weaken at a rapid rate until it was imperceptible.

Schiller also smiled, his drooping face was particularly dark in the darkness, he covered the wound on his heart a little weakly, and said in a voice that was almost breathless, "Well done, ma'am." ”

"The same goes for you. Doctor. ”

The room was silent, their heartbeats and breathing became weaker and weaker, until they disappeared completely, and when the crowd rushed into the room after hearing the sound and woke up from the thick drunkenness, they saw only two corpses.

Meanwhile, in the reception room of Asgard Asgard Asgard, Stark looked at Strange with his arms crossed and said, "Where did you go to the Rockie you said?" It's not just Rogie, why are Thor and Sif gone? ”

"I knew I couldn't count on them at a critical moment!" Strange said angrily.

Suddenly, Stark was stunned and looked down at the watch on his wrist, and Strange leaned over with some curiosity and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

In the next second, Stark's roar echoed over Asgard.

"Schiller is dead again! He went to find death!! ”

Sadness (Happiness)

(End of chapter)