My sister is a black widow

Chapter 39 Chapter 37, the wind comes from the west (1)

You can search for "My Sister is Heiwusou Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!The bitter wind swept across the Mediterranean, through the broad chest of Eurasia, hovering endlessly in the cold high altitude.

A secret room.

Six Soviet soldiers lined up in a row.

They both closed their eyes and passed out into a deep coma.

The common point is the injuries on the body. Everyone's fingers seem to be broken, his face is bruised, and occasionally there is blood flowing down slowly and warmly.

More are the invisible wounds, under the torn military uniform, they are already terrible.

In front of the six soldiers was a row of hideous instruments of torture. Behind the instruments of torture, a round man was flattering: "Baron Vladimir, I swear, they vomited everything out, you see..."

Vladimir is still in the black coat, staring at him coldly, and his voice is slow: "There is only one strange face? Enter the secret door at 14? Are you sure there is only one suspect?"

The fat man glanced over the six Soviet soldiers, nodding and bowing.

Vladimir patted him on the shoulder, then turned and left.

...

Leon and Natasha couldn't help feeling a little low. All the steps of the plan went well this time, except that there was an accident in the last step.

As Germany's resistance in the Soviet Union became weaker and weaker, I am afraid that when Germany was defeated, when the "Black Widow Project" restarted, Natasha was also anxious to leave it.

But now it seems that it is not going well.

But the most disturbing thing is that Natasha noticed that there seemed to be KGB agents behind her. She and Leon walked into the residential area of ​​Stalingrad. There was always a small tail tightly adorned behind them, circling around. Still can't get rid of it afterwards.

The two looked at each other, found an abandoned room destroyed by the war, walked into it, and quietly waited for the little mouse behind to emerge.

The agents behind them lost their tracks for a while, but were very cautious. They never showed up. The two were also unsure whether the person had left, and they changed their direction to find a path and left here.

This short tracking and anti-tracking did not produce any results, but it reminded Natasha that she and Leon's infiltration may have been discovered.

"There are such tracking skills." Natasha analyzed, "The level of caution is much higher than that of ordinary people, and there is no low-level agent's frizzy style."

Leon nodded.

"Then it is most likely a senior agent." The girl's eyebrows were tightly tufted, and her white skin glowed softly.

Although it was anticipated that the trail might be exposed before the plan, after being discovered, the mood would naturally not be too good.

"Senior agent?" Leon asked, "How many senior agents are in the Red Room?"

Natasha squeezed her chin and thought for a while, and said with some uncertainty: "There are no specific numbers, but with my current understanding, it is probably only five to six. Everyone has something very good at."

Leonnunu said, "Then what was good at just now was tracking?"

"Yes."

A voice sounded, but it was extremely strange, not Natasha's voice.

The two turned around together, their backs pressed against each other, in a defensive posture.

A ugly Russian with a broad face, sharp eyes, and a slight ridicule on his face.

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Leon touched his nose, "Well, you might not believe me if I say that."

The man listened to him quietly.

"If you don't run, you can't run."

The man was noncommittal, took out a pistol from his silk pocket, and pointed the cold and bloody muzzle at him.

Leon looked at the muzzle that moved horizontally, smiled, stretched out a hand, and slowly pressed it on the gun.

The man initially looked at him mockingly, his expression gradually changed, his index finger raised and he was about to shoot.

Natasha stared at the gun in his hand, and when he noticed his movements, the short pistol triggered like a weak snake, circled the man's index finger, and shrank fiercely!

"what!"

The man let out a miserable howl and flicked his right hand back and forth, but the pistol seemed to grow on his skin.

Leon kicked his knee and the arrogant senior agent fell softly to the ground, groaning constantly.

The damn trigger was still binding his hand tightly, and the metal ravaged the fragile human skin and bones.

"Who asked you to come here?" Leon looked down at him.

"Your Excellency Vladimir?" Natasha asked directly.

The agent was desperate for life, and shook his head hard with weak sweat.

Natasha smiled, a little devilish smile.

The tight metal trigger that had contracted became smaller again, and it seemed that the sound of the agent's finger bones being broken could be heard.

"I..." The agent wailed another sharp pain, "Yes, it's him."

Natasha White's tender little hands patted his head.

"Your pain can't be exercised." The girl's red hair is like a devil's crown.

At least in the eyes of this agent who is good at tracking, she is a demon.

"Let's go." Leon took her hand, "before the police come."

Natasha pointed to the agent behind her and asked questions with her eyes.

Leon thought for a moment, fingers lightly clasped the man's forehead, the man rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Aren't you afraid of what he said?" Natasha unlocked the pistol that was still holding the man's index finger.

"The power of the iron fist can hypnotize and control the mind." Leon explained, "but I still can't do fine control, but it can destroy his memory violently."

"Of course, he might accidentally turn him into a fool."

...

Vladimir pushed open the door and walked back to the car aggressively. A guard opened the door. Vladimir pushed him away fiercely. After getting into the car, only a cold voice came out:

"go back."

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