"Listen, Schiller, you can't..." Natasha held on to the door frame, and when she just said this, she wrinkled her eyes in pain, as if the alcohol was pouring into her brain.
"Madam, you are drunk, you should go back and rest quickly." Schiller grabbed the door handle with a look of seeing off guests.
"First of all, I'm not drunk. Secondly, you must stop what you are doing immediately. It's not that it's evil or anything, but... you can't do that." Natasha said while shaking her body back and forth.
"I don't know what you mean, ma'am. I'm just going to wash up and go to bed. Do you want me not to do that?"
"You know what I mean!" Natasha gritted her teeth and stared at Schiller and said, "Don't pretend that you didn't do anything!"
"That's the truth." Schiller was still very calm. He was still wearing the shirt he wore during the day. There were no wrinkles on his clothes. Even the knot of his tie was perfectly symmetrical. He was meticulous.
This image made Natasha even more angry, as if her current anger was unreasonable and making trouble. If there were any onlookers now, they would definitely think so. A reckless drunk broke into this gentleman's house.
room, disturbing his rest.
A trace of cold sweat crawled on Natasha's back. She looked at Schiller with slightly distracted eyes and said, "How many people have you made disappear like this?"
Just as Schiller was about to open his mouth and continue seeing off the guests, Natasha opened the door with one arm and said: "No matter how many there are, I will not be one of them, let me in."
"You have nothing to do here, madam, trust me." Schiller reluctantly let go of his hand and took a step back to let Natasha in.
Natasha indeed only saw an ordinary bed, which was made so neatly that even the most picky person could not fault it, or it was a little too meticulous. It didn't look like a place to rest, but more like a place to rest.
a stage.
In her drunken state, Natasha saw a fish bouncing on Schiller's bed. From its cut open abdomen, its internal organs continued to spill out, staining the entire sheet red, and blood flowing to the ground.
The waist and abdomen, which had the strongest reflexes, were pressed under the knee of one leg by Schiller. The tip of the knife was cut open from the chest. The process was very slow. Most of the intact internal organs were squeezed out by the fearful fish's own struggle.
.
Where is the other hand? Where is the other hand?
When Natasha just thought of this, an irresistible force pushed her against the wall, and a pale and strong hand grabbed her neck. Yes, Natasha thought, that hand was on her neck.
superior.
Natasha suddenly laughed. She looked at Schiller opposite and said, "So the bait you spread is to catch me."
"You took the bait too soon, ma'am, for breaking the rules."
Natasha took a deep breath, and the alcohol 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 judge
Too many mistakes, first of all..."
"Tsk!"
The light of the knife flashed past, and the moment the wildness and ferocity under Natasha's beautiful human skin burst out, a large gash appeared on Schiller's arm. The female agent was holding the dagger, and waved her arm forward again, with a cold light.
The flashing blade slashed towards Schiller's throat.
Schiller let go and took two steps back. Natasha covered her neck and took a deep breath. She looked at Schiller with a sneer and said, "What makes you think I will listen to your reasoning?"
She raised her right arm in front of her again, dashed forward at the same time, and swung the dagger downwards with such force that it was as if the weapon could split a person in half.
Schiller turned sideways to avoid the trajectory of the dagger, and when his breath blew through the hair on the back of Natasha's head, he grabbed Natasha's wrist.
In an instant, the world was spinning. The second she was grabbed by the wrist and flipped over and thrown to the ground, Natasha understood one thing - this man's strength was astonishing and his fighting skills were also very superb.
When the shadow fell, the female agent rolled on the spot to avoid the attack. She stood up nimbly with her hands on the ground and exerted strength on her waist. Then she bowed slightly and stared at Schiller like a beast about to attack.
Schiller twisted her arm and looked at the wound on the outside of her arm. Natasha found that her breathing rate gradually became faster and her heartbeat began to become clearer and clearer.
The premonition of danger came like an oracle, Natasha didn't think too much, and was urged by instinct to rush towards Schiller again. The arm muscles that accumulated strength fired like a slingshot, and the blade was like a flying boat cutting through the rapids.
, leaving a scar on the air.
What Natasha didn't expect was that Schiller didn't dodge at all. He directly used his right shoulder to bear the blow, then bent down and hugged Natasha's right side and threw her to the ground.
A direct elbow broke two ribs on Natasha's left side.
The blood spurted from Schiller's clavicle to the shoulder blade drizzled on Natasha's neck. The female agent didn't make a sound even though the bones were broken. She knelt on the ground with her right leg and moved her hand instinctively back.
Schiller leaned back, but did not completely avoid it. There was another "squeak" sound, and a shallow knife edge appeared on Schiller's face.
Schiller lowered his eyes and touched his face with the ring finger of his right hand. Looking at the blood on his finger, the red in his pupils became more intense.
Natasha rolled flexibly to the side, using her uninjured half of her body as support, quickly adjusted her center of gravity, and struck Schiller's waist with a whip kick.
Schiller retreated and dodged, and once again accurately grabbed Natasha's knife-holding wrist. Natasha tried her best to pull against him.
Two hands pulled from one side of the body to the top of the head, and then to the other side. The two people hit the wall from the table and hit the top of the wall. Everything in their path was knocked down, like a missile flying across the room.
He was running rampant, leaving a mess wherever he passed.
"boom!"
"Bang! Bang!"
Schiller grabbed Natasha's arm and threw her directly onto the bed. Natasha turned over with difficulty, avoiding Schiller's hand that wanted to hold her down.
She knew that as long as she was fixed by Schiller, she would definitely turn into that disemboweled fish.
She heard Schiller's breathing getting louder and faster, and the drumbeat bursting from his heart was like a note of death. Natasha knew that she had only one last chance to fight back, otherwise she would enter
Schiller in his excited state will tear her apart with madness.
Natasha hesitated for a moment, her waist muscles contracted, her butt and leg muscles worked together, and she kicked Schiller beside her. But this time, Schiller rolled flexibly and stood at the end of the bed again.
Tasha's kick only hit the edge of the bedside table.
"boom!"
The bedside table was kicked out directly. It can be seen that the force of this kick was so strong that both drawers of the bedside table that hit the wall fell out. Natasha's pupils shrank when she saw something clearly falling out of it.
Schiller understood Natasha's intention in an instant. He appeared at Natasha's side at a faster speed than Natasha had never expected. He used his arms to catch Natasha directly like an animal.
Sha grabbed it and then strangled the female agent's neck with one arm.
Natasha began to struggle wildly regardless of the pain, trying to pierce Schiele's arm with the hand still holding the knife, but when the blade fell, Schiele grabbed her wrist with her other free hand.
When the extremely heavy breathing sounded in Natasha's ears, she trembled and twitched uncontrollably like a prey being dragged into the lair of a terrifying giant beast.
Crazy appetite, lust, sadism and endless morbidity were brewed in the ups and downs of Schiller's chest into a heavy metal rock song, roaring, roaring, frightening raw power like the roar of an engine.
Natasha felt her wrist being pulled closer to her chest by Schiller. Her eyes widened like a dying fish until the dagger pierced her chest and slowly slid down her abdominal cavity.
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Blood spurted out, and the strong smell of blood filled the entire room. Natasha was being cut open by the dagger in her hand, and the almost numb calm she had trained over many years was defeated almost instantly.
Schiller's breathing rate became higher and higher, until he was almost suffocating, and his hands became tighter and tighter, as if he was very urgent.
Choking a strong female agent by the neck and holding her in his arms, and then grabbing her hand to use her weapon to cut him open, this stimulation is far greater than pressing a fish on the bed and disemboweling it. The abyss is
It started boiling unexpectedly.
Just now, when Schiller's breath sank to the bottom, that is, when his muscles were in the most relaxed state with this breath, Natasha used all her strength to pull down Schiller's arm and break free.
In an instant, he staggered towards the opposite wall.
The prey in her arms disappeared, and in the few tenths of a second that Schiller's eyes used to focus, Natasha fell to the ground, but in the process of falling, she adjusted her body posture perfectly, allowing herself to fall on the ground.
In front of that pistol.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Firelight burst out in the dark room, and three 9mm pistol bullets hit Schiller, causing him to take three steps back, hit the wall behind him, and slowly fell down.
Natasha had no strength to move anymore. A cut was made from the center of her chest to three centimeters above her navel, allowing her internal organs to be directly seen.
Every time she took a difficult breath, her internal organs were squeezed out, her ribs were violently smashed, bone fragments injured her lungs, and there were at least dozens of muscle contusions all over her body. The impact caused internal bleeding. Even for a person who has undergone human transformation
For a super agent, this injury was a bit too severe.
Schiller's condition was not much better. Even when she was seriously injured, Natasha's shooting skills could be said to be accurate and ferocious. The first two shots hit her near the heart, and the last one hit her right in the heart.
Natasha suddenly began to laugh in a low voice. Regardless of the fact that her life was almost gone, she put her face on the floor on one side and looked at Schiller with bright eyes in the dark night, listening to his excited voice.
The heartbeat weakens very quickly until it becomes undetectable.
Schiller also showed a smile, and his downturned face looked particularly gloomy in the darkness. He weakly covered the wound on his heart and said in a voice that was almost breathless: "Well done, ma'am."
"Same for you, doctor."
Silence fell in the room, and the sounds of heartbeat and breathing became weaker and weaker, until they completely disappeared one after another. When everyone who woke up from the heavy drunkenness hearing the sound rushed into the room, they only saw two corpses.
At the same time, in the reception room of Asgard, Stark crossed his arms and looked at Strange and said: "Where did the Loki you mentioned go? Not only Loki, but also Thor and Sif.
Gone too?"
"I knew I couldn't count on them at the critical moment!" Strange said angrily.
Suddenly, Stark was stunned and looked down at the watch on his wrist. Strange approached curiously and asked, "What's wrong?"
The next second, Stark's roar echoed over Asgard.
"Schiller is dead again! He really went to find death!!!"