Chapter 1003 The only one who continues to trust

Chapter 1003 The only one who continues to trust

Natasha Romanoff's home.

Natasha Romanov's full name is Natalia Elianovna Romanova, also known as Natalia Romanova.

Born in Stalingrad, the former Soviet Union in 1928, he was trained as an agent by former Soviet agents since he was a child. After his body was transformed by the former Soviet government, his aging rate was greatly slowed down, and his immune system and ability to fight against injuries were enhanced. Through various physical and mental training, he has become like a deadly poisonous spider "Black Widow".

Later, he met Hawkeye during a mission and was persuaded by Hawkeye to betray the former Soviet spy organization "Red Room" and join S.H.I.E.L.D. His real age is only 10 years younger than Captain America.

Whether it was unarmed martial arts or the use of various hot and cold weapons, Natasha Romanoff reached the theoretical limit of human beings. After receiving the personal suit given by Hale to coordinate the human body to increase defense power, she finally That power, which is weaker than Steve Rogers, has also been supplemented.

Now, he is not weak among the Avengers. Even Hawkeye and Steve Rogers are no match for her.

Natasha Romanoff's home.

After finishing the call with Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, who was a little worried and tired, went into the bathroom to take a shower. When she came out, she was wearing a bathrobe with wet curly hair hanging on her side. The man with his head covered wiped his hair with a towel, his expression kept thinking and thinking.

‘Ding ding·············

At this moment, the doorbell rang, and Natasha Romanoff turned her head to check and wipe her hair.

This feeling is not like an agent in a life-and-death crisis battle, but like... a civilian.

That postman gave her a familiar feeling.

Very few people know where she lives, and not many people come to her by ringing the doorbell.

The other party is a civilian agent.

Whether it is a small pistol or a blade, in her hands, they are all things that can easily kill ordinary people, but these are just things to hide from others.

But... a colleague?

There doesn't seem to be anything unusual, but the biggest anomaly is that he appears at the door of his residence and delivers mail to himself.

Natasha Romanov was suspicious. Could someone have sent her confidential documents?

He is an agent who is not sloppy at all, and completes the operational tasks perfectly and easily, without any nervousness about the upcoming mission.

Still, Natasha Romanoff remembered his appearance.

Natasha Romanov was not afraid of this kind of blatant assassination. She inserted the pistol back into her lower back, pulled down her bathrobe slightly, exposing her sexy collarbone, made it slightly messy, and then penetrated herself with her hand. There was still some dampness in the hair, and he wet his hands, then used the wet hands to pick up a pen on the table next to him and put it on a tray. His face changed into an apologetic attitude, and he pretended to be in a hurry. Like opening the door.

Natasha Romanoff knew clearly that she would not do any postal services or use the mail to deliver goods to others.

After saying that, he turned and left.

The so-called unrecorded black agents are only responsible for the people who developed the black agents and will not be recorded at all.

Natasha Romanoff felt that she should keep the postman. Now that the postman had been gone for more than ten minutes, even a civilian could leave too far.

"Is anyone home? I have your email."

"Maybe, I'm a public face." The postman said with a smile, and after Natasha Romanoff finished signing, he took back the confirmation signature, "Goodbye, I wish you a happy weekend."

Natasha Romanov's heart moved slightly, and she wanted to step forward and subdue the postman, but after staring at him for a moment, she finally made no move and turned to look at the documents on the tray strangely.

Natasha Romanoff woke up and suddenly remembered what that feeling was.

She frowned slightly, her face cautious, and leaned close to the peephole of the door. She used a small mirror to look sideways at the peephole, and saw a postman in green clothes and a green hat, ringing the doorbell again outside the door.

Who is this undercover agent responsible for?

Natasha Romanov did not move, but stared at the door with her beautiful eyes. She gently put the towel on the belt of her bathrobe, and took out a small lady's pistol and a few pieces from the drawer next to the wall. The blade, placed in the bathrobe.

"An undocumented black agent..." Natasha Romanoff pondered.

"Please put it here, my hands are wet." Natasha Romanoff looked apologetic, lifted the tray, picked up the pen with wet slender fingers, and waited until the postman put the signed documents on the tray, her hands Without even touching the document, the disguised name was signed with a ballpoint pen.

Until she signed her name, the postman didn't make any move. Even including the beauty trap she used, she didn't react too much or look where she shouldn't. Natasha Romanov finished signing her name in a slightly strange way and looked at the postman. , asked: "Have we met somewhere?"

It feels like a clean and tidy agent.

She directly turned on the computer, used a handheld drawing to directly draw the appearance of the postman, and used SHIELD's face database to search for the postman, but did not find any traces.

This feeling is not like meeting a stranger.

But the postman seemed not to notice, and smiled at her and said, "Yes, please sign for your mail."

Or does someone know where he lives and come to assassinate him?

‘Ding ding················

She became even more confused.

Her shoulders jumped, and she lifted up the bathrobe that had fallen down to her arms. She used a ballpoint pen to pull the door handle and closed the door. Then she leaned at the peephole of the door and stared for more than ten minutes without noticing anyone coming.

A wet towel is thrown at a person's face. Natasha Romanoff can crush a person's eyes with the towel.

The real killer move is a towel soaked with moisture from his own hair.

"Sorry, I'm taking a shower, is it my email?" Natasha Romanoff looked like a messy bathing beauty, with her sexy collarbone looming.

The doorbell rang again.

Natasha Romanoff looked at the files on the tray and began to test the files on the tray to detect venom. After finding that there were no problems, she put on gel gloves and a gas mask, opened the files, and saw Nick. ·Furry’s legacy.

"Agent Natasha Romanoff, this is Nick, when you read this