I Am In Marvel Chapter 60: This widow is not too cold

Inside the battleship's office.

Shatana had no idea that she had been on the verge of death. She just looked at Kyle on the office chair with concern, waiting for his next instructions and instructions.

Kyle secretly laughed at this. The agents trained by the Soviet Red Room were indeed among the best in the world. From super agent potions to the abilities and qualities that an agent should have, everything was complete.

Although the Shatana in front of you is just an underage agent trainee, her combat prowess in the entire US military base is something that few soldiers or officers can defeat in a single fight.

Also. On the one hand, she has super combat capabilities. This American female military doctor who infiltrated and disguised herself as timid and weak is as simple as drinking water normally.

What a pity, I met him.

Kyle squinted his eyes slightly. Shatana's sneaking disguise was perfect, but it was nothing with the ability to draw cards.

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 expose everything.

The office was silent for a while. 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. Can you massage my head and shoulders?" Huh? Give me a little rub."

"Ah." Shatana hesitated for a moment, and then nodded as if she was a kid, walked around the desk in small steps, and walked towards the back of Kyle's chair.

She didn't notice that when she passed the chair, there was a bit of coldness in Kyle's slightly opened blue eyes.

The best opportunity for the assassination has been created. Next, Shatana's life and death will be entirely in her own hands.

No matter whether the opponent is a hero in the future or not, as long as there is the slightest signal to launch an assassination attack, Kyle will kill her without hesitation.

This is Kyle’s bottom line! If you make an enemy of him, you can only lie on the ground and turn into a corpse.

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

"Okay, use a little more force." Kyle nodded in response, closing his eyes and tensing up in concentration.

The opponent did not carry 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 fell on the back of Kyle's head, pressed it slightly hard, and kneaded 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 is it about this unexpected comfort?

It must be said that Shatana is very proficient in massage techniques. This should be one of the majors learned in agent training and disguise, plus the girl's fingers are slender and strong...

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

"Aren't you ready to take action?" Kyle was confused and a little confused.

At this juncture of imminent war, the Soviet Red Room Organization sent a super agent to lurk. If not for him, then why.

Isn’t the target person him? Or maybe 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 will not send agents to assassinate the newly promoted major general who is an American hero during the Three Kingdoms Alliance.

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

The density of this man's bones and muscles is much tougher than expected. As expected in the mission issued by the organization... he has the ability of a super soldier.

Shatana made up her mind and asked softly, panting behind Kyle's ear: "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 begin. It's best to investigate any symptoms in advance."

When Shatana said this, she paused and gave professional advice: "As a precaution, the general had better **** a drop of blood on his finger and let me take it back to the infirmary for testing. The physical examination will show up now. Detailed physical condition."

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

Unexpectedly, the agent mission was just to get a little of his blood - the Venom suit, even if it was injured, it would not leave any traces of his own blood on the previous battlefield.

A drop of blood may seem of little significance. But after all, this is the Marvel world of high technology and biology. Who knows what those crazy scientists in the Soviet Union would do with this drop of blood.

When the time comes, get him an android or something.

Now that he knew the purpose, Kyle no longer had to act with the other party, and his tone turned cold and said: "Is this your purpose?"

"What... purpose?" Shatana, who was still behind the office chair, was stunned~IndoMTL.com~ and said softly, barely keeping calm: "General Kyle, what are you talking about? This is just simple The...blood test."

Kyle threw out a sentence that broke her last line of defense, "Do you still want to keep pretending? An agent in the Soviet Red Room."

Before she finished hearing the words, Shatana's expression changed, and her hands suddenly slashed at the back of Kyle's neck with a sharp knife, trying to knock him out completely.

"Let me play with you." Kyle snorted coldly, and his reaction was faster. He raised his hands and grabbed them back, holding the girl's untouched palms in each of 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 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 over, 180 degrees over Kyle's head, and smashed hard On the hardwood desk——

‘Bah! ’

The desk collapsed and split open on both sides. Shatana groaned in pain and lay down on the broken wooden boards and documents and papers scattered on the floor.

"Ahem."

Shatana had just coughed and struggled to get up. Under her slightly horrified eyes, she saw the handsome young man throwing aside the general's coat he was wearing, revealing the venom suit that combined ruthlessness and killing within.

"Very good, just stand up like this! Let me see the strength of being a Soviet super agent!"

Kyle looked at her indifferently, his muscles seemed to be energetic and clearly stood out under the black suit, and his murderous aura enveloped the entire office in a solid form.

He squeezed his fists, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said coldly: "I hope you can let me warm up a little before the war comes."