Moscow, the hottest Red Square nightclub.

The exciting music is paired with flashing neon lights. Women in coquettish costumes stand on independent stages, twisting their waists to the rhythm of the music. Their slender thighs and white hair constantly stimulate the emotions in the people in the audience.

Hormones have once again reawakened their paralyzed thinking.

With her hair tied up high, body-shaping leather pants paired with a three-point swimsuit on her upper body, the waitress carrying an ice bucket twisted her waist and walked out of the backstage of the nightclub. The flashing neon lights rolled on her face, reflecting her beauty and confidence.

's face.

Her name is Tatiana Sokolova. She left her hometown of Tambov a week ago and is now working as a waitress in the Red Square nightclub. She has changed her appearance and entered the shortcut road to the peak of life.

"Hey, miss?" the guest on the side said to Tatiana, "can you bring me a bucket of that stuff in your hand?"

This man was sitting on the sofa, holding a heavily made-up escort girl in his arms. He held the woman's hand very dishonestly, looking like a typical nouveau riche.

"Of course, I'll be right away, Mr. Nikolay." Tatiana put the ice bucket in her hand on the table in front of the man.

Ace of Spades Golden Edition, a kind of champagne that is relatively expensive for ordinary people, with a market price of four digits. In the Red Square Nightclub, the price of this bottle of Ace of Spades Golden Edition has increased five times. Anyway, those rich people

They don't care about this, what they drink is wealth, mood, and face.

The life of a prostitute is like this, just like a mayfly, she longs for love day and night, but unfortunately she has no bonds in this life, and the relationship is deep and shallow, but in the end it all comes to nothing.

Maybe one day, a rich, handsome man will come to her and whisper in her ear...

"Agent Romanoff, fix your wig." Coulson's voice sounded from the headset in Natasha Romanoff's ear, "A strand of hair blocked the miniature camera and Fedoro cannot be seen.

Husband."

"How are you now?" Natasha Romanov adjusted the wig on her head and winked at the passing guests.

"Much better, thank you." Coulson said, "We should prepare to close the net."

"Roger." Returning to the bar, she took another bottle of wine and put it in the ice bucket. Natasha Romanov slowly approached her mission target.

Mikhail Fedorov is the one who loves to show off his wealth and is also one of the most successful illegal arms dealers in the world. He knows that he is always remembered by many people, so he is always surrounded by guards, even in

When it comes to having fun, this is no exception.

"This is the 1966 Dom Pérignon you want, Mr. Fedorov." Natasha Romanov put the ice bucket in her hand on the table in front of Fedorov, and then said with a charming face,

Taking advantage of the situation, Fedorov took him into his arms.

No man in this world can refuse her embrace, right?

"Do you need any other special services, sir?"

[So, this is one of the reasons why the identity of "Tatiana" is so useful. Like any good disguise, "Tatiana" can make the target relax his guard, and then can lead him to a

A beautiful, comfortable, and remote place, and then slowly ask him where he got the technology products from Stark Industries]

The plan was like this, perfect for an agent. Natasha Romanov showed the widow's sting on her wrist and prepared to secretly inject the aphrodisiac into Fedorov's body.

But sometimes, plans can't keep up with changes.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One shot to the forehead, two to the chest, and a total of three flowers of blood bloomed on Fedorov's body, taking away his life in an instant.

whatthefuck?

"Waitress! Look at that waitress! She's got a dick in her hand!"

Before Natasha Romanov could recover from the accident, on the independent stage not far away, a black-haired woman dressed as a bunny girl pointed at Natasha Romanov and shouted at the same time.

Natasha Romanoff naturally noticed the yelling bunny girl. During the brief moment when the two looked at each other, the bunny girl shook her smoking bracelet and winked at Natasha Romanoff.

, then turned around and disappeared.

Due to the lighting problem, Natasha Romanoff could not fully see the bunny girl's face, but that was enough.

Damn it, where did this little bitch come from to plot against me?! Just wait for me!

But the most important thing right now is to find a way to escape.

"Natasha?" Coulson asked from the headset.

"I can hear you, command." Natasha got into a fighting stance. Fedorov's bodyguards had already surrounded them. Their boss was dead. Only by catching the assassin who killed him could they ensure their money.

.

"I think this operation should be withdrawn temporarily," Coulson said.

"I know, Colson." Natasha Romanoff raised her arm, and the widow's sting on her wrist began to accumulate energy, "but now, you have to prepare a reliable evacuation plan for me."

Using simple fighting skills, he knocked down the surrounding bodyguards one by one. The Widow Sting on his wrist stung the bodies of these bodyguards, and the electric current released immediately deprived them of their consciousness.

They are all beating workers, so there is no need to kill them.

"Don't go to the front. The police cars sent by the Moscow police have already blocked it. The police have set up a cordon and blocked the entire street. The back door is also blocked." Looking at the surveillance screen in front of him, Coulson calmly said

said.

"I suggest you go to the top of the building, where I have prepared a small gift for you."

"You better be reliable." Natasha Romanov muttered, "Be prepared to lose your eyes, conductor."

"Why? There's something wrong with your wig?"

"No, it's because I just need what's in it." Natasha Romanov took off the wig on her head and took out a short spray from it.

The Winchester Model 1887 lever-action shotgun has a 12-caliber shotgun, plus the chamber and ammunition supply mechanism, with a total capacity of six rounds. The shot of the governor riding a motorcycle and throwing spray with one hand in the Terminator made it famous for a while.

The Winchester 1887 in the hands of Natasha Romanoff has been modified to a length of less than 20 inches, which is enough to support her previous exaggerated height wig.

[The above is purely fabricated for plot purposes, please do not take it seriously]

The gun is here, with a little regret, Natasha Romanov has to say goodbye to "Tatiana" tonight. But this ending is also very good, if Natasha Romanov really

If it was a lost girl like "Tatiana", then she would already be a corpse with a blooming head.

"stop!"

Some people are born with no mercy. A bodyguard who blocked the second floor in advance shouted and pulled the trigger of the pistol in his hand.

But ordinary firearms are meaningless to the female agent who was born in the Red House. Natasha Luo Manov gently fiddled with her widow's sting, and a sharp wire saw was entangled in her hands.

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[The Red Room, a secret organization used by the former Soviet Union to train female agents, trains female agents into qualified killing weapons through the process of destroying and reshaping their outlook on life. Successful graduates will receive the codename "Black Widow"]

Moving around behind the bodyguard, Natasha Romanov wrapped the steel wire around the bodyguard's neck, tied one end to the railing, and then pushed him violently down the stairs.

The rooftop of Hongfang Nightclub was still full of revelers, and it seemed that the loud music covered up the gunshots downstairs.

"Where are the things? The roof is full of people."

"At two o'clock, thirty-five meters away, there should be a flower bed on the edge of the roof. The base of the flower bed is fake, do you see it?" Colson remained calm.

"Considering the number of suitors behind you, you'd better prepare an anti-tank rocket launcher for me." Natasha Romanov opened the base of the flower bed and suddenly cheered in surprise.

"Ha, I shouldn't question you, Coulson."

"When have I ever given you wrong instructions?" Coulson asked with some pride.

"Like the time in Hamburg?"

"Didn't you promise me not to mention it again?" Colson said speechlessly, "Do you want me to apologize to you until you die?"

"I think it's okay. Anyway, you don't know which day I will die."

"She's over there! Get her!"

"Stop! That's it!" The leading man held the Uzi to disperse the revelry crowd on the rooftop, and surrounded him with his men, gradually forcing Natasha Romanov to the edge of the rooftop.

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"Throw away the backpack in your hand and put your hands behind your head." The leading man pointed his gun at Natasha Romanov. "You have to tell us who you are working for and why they want it."

Fedorov’s life?”

"We will spend a few hours trying to...convince you before you confess."

Having said this, the man still stared at the red-haired girl in front of him with hawk-like eyes, "You have no way to escape. This is the only way you can get down from the rooftop."

"Really?" Natasha Romanov smiled slightly, and then jumped down from the edge of the rooftop.

"I still have a few tricks up my sleeve."

The secret weapon Coulson prepared for Natasha Romanov in advance was this, a light and portable gliding backpack.

[Part of the reason why I am good at secret work is because I really like to become another person. When I was growing up, I did too many things and left too many regrets]

[Whether I take off my mask on my own initiative or someone exposes my identity, I always feel a strong shock every time I give up my disguise]

Pressing the switch on the abdominal strap, the sides of the gliding backpack extended, taking Natasha Romanov to achieve a perfect drift in the air.

Whenever I change my name, I change my look and everything around me. At midnight, Natasha Romanov becomes Arion Vance again, having too much fun at the party.

, lost my ID card and wallet, and now I have to walk home alone at night.

"Natasha, have you arrived at the hotel?" Colson's voice came from the earphones.

"We'll be there soon. In order to find the landing spot, I circled around the nightclub for a while, and finally checked my coat on the roof of a building ten blocks away." Natasha Romanov remained vigilant when replying,
To be continued...