This adrenaline rush is even more exhilarating than cultivating with Raven!
Yet, his face showed a terrified, pathetic expression, tears and snot almost flowing out, his lips trembling, unable to speak clearly.
"B-Big sister... My name is Tom... I'm a mover... I'm just a damn mover!"
With acting like that, if the Oscars didn't give him a statuette, it would be a disservice to his transmigration.
Natasha's green eyes scanned him from the tips of his hair to his toenails.
Heartbeat: 85, slightly fast, consistent with a state of shock.
Breathing: Rapid, consistent with a state of shock.
Pupils: Dilated, consistent... Everything was normal.
So normal, it felt fake.
"A mover?"
Natasha's signature sexy voice.
"Do you even qualify to move the cargo here?"
Just then, the Hydra grunts, having recovered, charged forward with shouts.
"Take them out!"
Natasha didn't even lift an eyelid.
The muzzle of the gun, pressed against Lynt's forehead, was as steady as if it were welded in place.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two dark figures streaked through the air.
The two Hydra agents at the very front instantly had two holes in their foreheads and fell straight down.
They were arrows.
Natasha still watched Lynt calmly, already accustomed to it.
Her most reliable partner was in position.
Lynt's heart skipped a beat.
Damn, I was so focused on acting that I forgot about Hawkeye.
"Ah! They're coming! Run! Run!"
Lynt, possessed by his acting, struggled with all his limbs, looking as if he was about to faint from fear.
This movement caused Natasha's finger on the trigger to tighten slightly.
But she didn't shoot.
The fish hadn't taken the bait yet.
She grabbed Lynt by the collar, dragging him like a broken sack, and threw him directly into the shadow of the container.
"Shut up!"
Bullets rained down like crazy, clanging against the steel plate, sparks flying everywhere.
But each burst of gunfire was accompanied by a dull thud of a bowstring.
Then, another Hydra agent would fall.
The efficiency was terrifying.
"Who sent you?"
Natasha's voice was very low, yet it drilled into Lynt's ear like a drill.
"KGB? MI6? Or... a token of surrender for Hydra?"
Lynt's heart bloomed with joy.
Here it comes, big sister is falling for it.
He continued to act with a crying voice.
"What 'B'? What 'I6'? I don't understand... I have an eighty-year-old mother above me, and a three-year-old child below me, I..."
"Enough."
Natasha interrupted his clumsy performance.
She suddenly released her hand, and the muzzle of the gun also moved away.
Lynt was startled, a look of opportune ecstasy appearing on his face.
Then, he saw Natasha take a small device from her belt and squeeze it hard.
It flashed, a red light.
A miniature bomb.
She pressed the timer in front of Lynt.
10:00.
9:59.
"You..." Lynt's face instantly turned from ecstatic to pale.
"Ten minutes."
Natasha finally showed a hint of a smile, the kind of smile a femme fatale would have.
"In ten minutes, all the flies outside will be dead. Then, I ask, you answer. Dare to lie a single word..."
She shook the bomb in her hand.
"...I'll shove it down your throat and let you taste what fireworks are like."
After saying that, she ignored him and focused on the outside.
Lynt leaned against the cold metal, his heart pounding wildly.
His chest heaved violently.
Excitement!
The excitement of a crazy gambler revealing his opponent's cards!
Playing tough?
Playing crazy?
Sister, you've found the right person.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Gunshots grew sparse, screams were continuous.
Finally, the entire dock was left with only the sound of the sea wind whimpering.
Clint's voice came through Natasha's earpiece: "Nat, it's clear. Need backup?"
"Guard the door, Clint."
Natasha said softly, glancing at Lynt behind her.
"Don't let anyone escape."
She turned around and walked in front of Lynt, looking down at him like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Time's up. Speak, who are you?"
The quail in the corner slowly raised his head.
The fear, confusion, and helplessness on his face vanished within a second.
As if he had taken off a mask.
What remained was a playful look of seeing through his prey.
He smiled.
Whoosh!
His hand shot out like lightning, snatching Natasha's tactical earpiece.
"Me?"
He shook the earpiece in his hand, then stood up, brushed the dirt off his clothes, moving with an elegance as if he had just signed a multi-billion dollar deal on Wall Street.
"Lynt."
He extended his hand to Natasha, not in supplication, but in invitation.
"You can call me, Boss."
Natasha looked at him with a puzzled expression, somewhat like she was looking at an idiot.
"Boss?"
She scoffed, and the dark muzzle of the gun once again poked his forehead.
Almost simultaneously, a laser red dot from a vantage point in the distance locked onto the back of his head.
"By what right?"
"By what right?"
Lynt's smile grew even more mischievous.
He completely ignored the two deadly threats, instead taking a step forward, almost pressing against Natasha.
His hot breath fanned her ear.
He spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, word by word, like the whisper of a devil.
"Because I can make you stronger. Ten times stronger than you are now."
Natasha's breathing stopped for half a beat.
"Because I can help you remove the collar SHIELD has placed around your neck, and let you truly live for yourself."
Collar.
These two words, like a needle, fiercely pricked the deepest part of Natasha's heart.
She subconsciously tensed her sexy body.
"Oh, right."
Lynt stepped back, spread his hands, his smile reaching an extreme degree of maliciousness.
"And... endless money."
"Now, Miss Natasha Romanoff,"
He looked directly into those green eyes, which held shock, anger, yet also a hint of wavering.
"Is that qualification enough?"
Natasha stared at him intently, her chest heaving violently.
Betray SHIELD? With just a few empty promises?
Ridiculous!
Bang!
She didn't shoot, but delivered a clean, sharp elbow strike to Lynt's abdomen.
The force was perfectly controlled, causing intense pain but no internal injury.
This was a warning.
Lynt instantly doubled over like a shrimp, his face turning green with pain, cold sweat streaming down.
Damn, this woman really hit hard... Natasha withdrew her hand, turned and walked away, too lazy to say another word.
"Cough... cough... It's fine!"
Lynt clutched his stomach, grimacing in pain, but didn't forget to shout at her retreating figure.
"You know my number... You're welcome to switch jobs anytime! Double salary!"
Natasha's footsteps paused for a moment, but she didn't turn back, quickly disappearing into the night.
Beside a black Chevrolet, Clint had already put away his bow. Seeing Natasha return, he frowned.
"Who was that guy? You seem... off."
Natasha opened the car door and got in, starting the engine.
She looked in the rearview mirror at the figure still clutching his stomach and muttering, and an unprecedented complex emotion flashed in her green eyes.
"A..."
She was silent for a few seconds before slowly uttering.
"...crazy person who submitted a resume."