I'm in Marvel's infinite draw

Chapter 60 This Widow Is Not So Cold

Inside the battleship's office.

Shatana didn't know that she was on the verge of death, but looked at Kyle on the office chair with concern, waiting for his next instructions and instructions.

Seeing this, Kyle secretly smiled. The agents trained by the Soviet Red Room are indeed the top in the world, from super agent potions to the abilities and qualities that agents should have.

Don't look at Shatana in front of me as a special agent trainee. Her combat strength is placed on the entire US military base, and few soldiers or officers can beat it single-handedly.

in addition.Super combat capability is one aspect, and this infiltrating, disguised as a timid and weak American female military doctor is as simple as drinking water normally.

Unfortunately, I met him.

Kyle squinted slightly. Shatana's infiltration camouflage can be said to be perfect, but it is nothing under the card drawing ability.

No matter how carefully you plan, no matter how amazing your acting skills are, the bright blue ability card [Super Agent] on the back of your head will undoubtedly expose everything.

There was silence in the office for a while, and after Kyle took a few sips of warm water, he waved to Shatana who was standing dry, and said with a slight frown: "My head is a little dizzy, do you know how to massage the head and shoulders? Give me a massage."

"Ah." Shatana hesitated for a moment, then nodded like a chick picking rice, walked around the desk in small steps, and walked to the back of Kyle's chair.

She didn't notice that when she passed the chair, a little cold light appeared in Kyle's slightly opened blue eyes.

The best time for the assassination has been set up, and then, Shatana's life and death are all in her own hands.

Regardless of whether the opponent is a hero in the future, as long as there is a slight signal to launch an assassination attack, Kyle will kill her here without hesitation.

This is Kyle's bottom line!To be an enemy of him, he could only lie on the ground and turn into a corpse.

"General, you can close your eyes a little, and the massage will be much more comfortable." Shatana whispered, and slowly stretched out a pair of small hands towards the back of Kyle's head.

"Okay, use a little force." Kyle responded with a nod, and while closing his eyes, his concentration tightened.

The opponent was not carrying a weapon, and his own muscle strength alone was not enough to break his neck.However, just in case, he had already put the venom suit on his body into a defensive state ready for battle.

Soon, Shatana's ten slender fingers landed on the back of Kyle's head, pressing slightly harder, kneading down to the neck, shoulders, and then up to the forehead.

Kyle, whose body was a little tense and stiff, suddenly relaxed and relaxed.

What's with this unexpected comfort?

It has to be said that Shatana's massage technique is very proficient, which should be one of the majors learned by the agent training disguise, and the girl's fingers are slender and strong...

Wait, that doesn't seem to be the point!

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Kyle was puzzled, a little confused.

At this critical juncture of the war, the Soviet Red House organization sent a super agent over to lurk, if not for him, then for what.

The target person is not him?Or the purpose of the mission is not to assassinate him?

Thinking about it this way, it is true that although the Soviet Union likes to cause trouble, it would not send agents to assassinate the new major general who is an American hero during the Triple Alliance.

Under Kyle's doubts, Shatana massaged and kneaded for 10 minutes before stopping, panting slightly and waving her sore fingers.

The man's bones and muscles are much denser than imagined, and it really is as stated in the mission issued by the organization... the super soldier ability.

Shatana made up her mind, panting behind Kyle's ear and asked softly, "General Kyle, how do you feel? Are you still dizzy?"

Kyle raised his head slightly, closed his eyes and said with enjoyment: "It's much better."

"That's good, but a large-scale war is about to start right now. It's best to investigate any illnesses in advance."

When Shatana said this, she paused, and gave professional advice: "In case of emergency, the general had better poke a drop of blood on his finger, and let me take it back to the infirmary for testing. situation."

"Oh, blood test?" Kyle opened his eyes completely at this time, showing such a subtle expression.

The secret agent mission, I didn't expect that it was just to get a little of his blood - with the venom suit, even if he suffered a skin trauma, he would not leave his own blood on the previous battlefield.

A drop of blood doesn't seem to mean much.But the present is the Marvel world of high technology and biology after all, who knows what the lunatic scientists in the Soviet Union are going to do with this drop of blood.

When the time comes, get him a man-made man or something.

Now that he knew the purpose, Kyle didn't have to act with the other party anymore, and said in a cold tone, "Is this your purpose?"

"What... the purpose?" Shatana, who was still behind the office chair, was stunned, and said softly, barely maintaining her composure, "General Kyle, what are you talking about? This is just a simple... blood test."

Kyle threw out a sentence that defeated her last lucky line of defense, "Do you still want to continue pretending? An agent of the Soviet Red House."

Before she finished listening to the words, Shatana's face changed, and her hands suddenly slashed towards the back of Kyle's neck with a knife in her hands, trying to knock him out.

"Play with you." Kyle snorted coldly, his movements reacted more quickly, he raised his hands and grabbed back, and held the girl's untouched palms in his hands.

Shatana tried hard to pull her hands away, but found that Kyle's hands were like steel pliers, so imprisoned that she couldn't even move a single finger.

Just when she was about to switch to kicking, a crushing force came from her arms, and then her whole body was lifted up and turned, 180 degrees over Kyle's head, and slammed hard on the hardwood desk superior--

'Crack! '

The desk collapsed and cracked on both sides, and Shatana lay down on the scattered wooden debris and document papers, moaning in pain.

"Cough cough."

Shatana had just coughed and struggled to get up, and under slightly frightened eyes, she saw the handsome young man throwing the general coat aside, revealing the venom battle suit that integrated coldness and killing inside.

"Very good, just stand up like this! Let me see my strength as a Soviet super agent!"

Kyle looked at her indifferently, his muscles were clearly protruding under the black battle suit, and his murderous aura enveloped the entire office like a substance.

He kneaded his fist, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said coldly, "I hope you can let me warm up my lower body a little before the war comes."

(End of this chapter)