Chapter 2719

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Natasha and Parker both stopped. They stood in place in silence and stared at the black man. Their eyes didn't have the previous anxiety at all, but were full of a kind of probing meaning that made people feel fear.

The black man's face changed. He felt like an insect nailed to a specimen frame.

But suddenly Natasha acted as if nothing had happened and said, "You are right. This might indeed be a trap. We have to be cautious. Parker, is there anything near the spaceship hatch that can be used as a trap?"

"If they didn't ambush people there, I think perhaps the safety gate would be a good trap. Most gates on the space station don't allow locking from the inside, but they can be locked from the outside. If the mastermind attracts us to a certain room and then locks the lock from the outside, it will be very difficult for us to get out."

Natasha looked at the toolbox that Parker had never left his hand and asked, "Then do you have the means to violently break the door lock?"

"No." Parker shook his head and said, "The safety level of the gates near the spaceship entrance and exit is very high. This is to prevent intrusion, and the control system is very sensitive. It can be operated purely by software. Once we are locked in, there is almost no reaction time, and I have no way to dismantle the lock from the inside. I still want to ask if you have any means of violent cracking."

Natasha thought for a while and said, "I have observed the material of the door before. It is not any alloy I know. I have never seen it. I am afraid that the metal dissolving liquid prepared by S. H. I. E. L. D. can't do anything about it."

"Then we really have to be cautious." Parker said, "In this way, let's just stay in the corridor and firmly not enter any room. Even if we find Lyman, as long as we break the water tank from the outside, he shouldn't die so quickly."

Natasha nodded. This plan was decided so happily. The three started their journey and set off toward the hatch. This was a bit far.

The three of them got three pedal scooters that were very common on the space station and set off toward that side while chatting. On the way, Natasha looked at the black scientist and said, "Don't blame me for being like an agent, but I still want to know what exactly is your research direction..."

The black scientist touched his nose and said, "Physics."

"Which direction specifically?"

"Aerodynamics." The black scientist answered again.

"Which university did you graduate from?"

"Hey, beauty, don't you think you are asking too much?" He expressed disgust and said, "I am not a criminal."

"Alright, forgive my professional instinct, considering I am a beauty." Natasha smiled at him and started chatting again, "My boss is also a black man, and he is old, like a rigid little old man. Which community are you from?"

Natasha's typical agent-style questioning method made many people very difficult to react. One moment she was chatting with you like family, using some lively words and witty remarks, and the next second she asked a personal privacy question that seemed related to the previous topic but was actually completely unrelated. Many people would have their brains crash in this transition.

The black scientist didn't seem to have received professional training either. He was stunned for a while and said, "From the Bronx..."

Before he could finish, Parker interrupted, "That's not far from my home. My home is in Queens, which is the area people call the lower-middle class..."

Natasha laughed and said, "You Americans are really interesting. Not only do you have to divide into middle class, but you also have to divide into upper-middle and lower-middle..."

Then they started chatting about the difference between the United States and the Soviet Union, leaving the black scientist aside, which made his heart feel very uncomfortable, as if there was always a breath that couldn't be vented.

The three spent some time rushing to the platform near the hatch. This is the largest platform on the space station so far, divided into six areas, and can dock more than 2000 small spaceships at the same time. Due to the nature of the space station, large spaceships couldn't dock, but they already planned to build a starport on the moon.

There were so many rooms to check that it was a bit troublesome. Parker guided the two as much as possible based on his memory, and Natasha didn't give up on the way, always trying to force the black scientist.

Ignoring Natasha's force, her agent skill level was also very high. She could be said to be a perfect hexagonal warrior. As long as she wanted, no one could escape Natasha's targeting.

This black scientist wasn't a practitioner either. He didn't say a few words before his bottom was touched. His face was visibly pale, and sweat was coming down.

Parker and Natasha soon found the preparation room of Hatch B. But there were at least twenty rooms in this corridor, and they had to check them one by one. They also followed the previous plan and didn't rashly enter any room.

The black scientist's face became worse and worse.

Suddenly, they heard a click in a certain room ahead. Natasha and Parker flew toward that room without thinking. As soon as they rushed to the door of that room, they heard a scream. Pushing the door open, they saw a huge glass water tank shattered on the ground, and Lyman was lying on the glass fragments, life or death unknown.

Natasha took Parker and stopped at the door with an emergency brake. Parker hesitated and said, "He looks like he hasn't died yet, I think maybe we should still..."

Lyman really hadn't died yet, and seeing someone coming over, he could even shout loudly with full breath: "Help, save me! That madman Aux!!! He kidnapped me here, save me!! I am now in B..."

Parker was very incredulous and said, "What? What did he say?? Aux kidnapped him???"

"Aux isn't that kind of person." Parker raised his voice and said, "How could he kidnap someone? This is absolutely impossible!"

Others also whispered, but their views were not as optimistic as Parker's. In their eyes, how could a madman who could cause a space station disaster not kidnap someone?

When Parker and Natasha they came back, they heard such rumors. Parker was so anxious that he hammered the wall with his hand. Natasha had to say, "We have to find this fat guy first. No matter how much he deserves to die, we can't let him die like this, otherwise Aux will never be able to explain it clearly."

"It must be someone framing him." Parker said very firmly.

Natasha thought for a while and said, "He just said he was in B. B what? Are there any areas starting with B here?"

"Yes." Parker said, "Basically, the room numbers of each area are sorted according to the order of ABC, and the large areas are also sorted like this. For example, we are now in the 102nd corridor of Area G, the 8th room above, so this room is called G102-8."

"Then we have to go to Area B, right?"

"But Area B is in the other half of the space station."

Natasha was a bit surprised. She said, "Are you sure?"

"Definitely correct. I am very familiar with the structure of the space station. There is no large Area B in this half we are in."

"Then could it be some special room? Or other places related to this letter?" Natasha guided Parker as much as possible. She emphasized, "The wound soaked in water might accelerate blood loss. Although it looks like he didn't hurt any very important arteries, such a long wound is also easy to make him bleed to death."

"B..." Parker muttered this letter. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to him. He said, "It might be Hatch B, which is the place to enter the spaceship. There is a row of preparation rooms behind it, which are also marked with letters ABCD to indicate which hatch the room belongs to."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go over quickly."

"Wait!" The black scientist suddenly called them. Natasha looked back at him. The other party seemed to be choked by Natasha's instinctive cold gaze, but he still spoke.

"This might be a trap. I think we still have to think about it from a long-term perspective."