Chapter 3824

Seeing Natasha walks out of the interrogation room, takes a cup of coffee from her colleague's hand, leans against the wall and takes a sip, sighs lightly, and then turns to look at the observation window of the interrogation room door.

Another agent takes over her work, but Wonder Woman just sits in place in a daze, saying nothing. Ordinary people can't outlast a demigod even in three shifts, and Seeing Natasha can hear the low complaints coming from the office next door.

Three days have passed since she parachuted into the position of team leader of the special group. As the leader of the first Central Intelligence Agency agent group in history to have law enforcement power within the Federation, Seeing Natasha only used three days to prove to Arkham Batman that his choice was correct.

But this is not easy either. Seeing Natasha sighs again; she is also tired these past few days. Open spears and hidden arrows, the situation is treacherous; she starts to seriously think for the first time whether she really needs to give every man a knife in bed.

Sipping coffee in small sips, Seeing Natasha remembers the day Arkham Batman came to find her.

Seeing Natasha never feels guilty for a little bit of fun; the main reason is: people who have been stabbed by her usually don't live to find the aftermath. Bucky Barnes is an exception, Clint Barton is also an exception, and Arkham Batman, he is the exception among exceptions—because he is the only man who has walked through the whole process after being stabbed.

When he finished that cigarette with his heart exposed, Seeing Natasha knew there would be such a day. But when she saw that strong figure in front of the apartment window, she still couldn't avoid feeling a bit guilty.

The female agent's hand touches the gun, and she fires three shots in the second the shadow moves—getting six bullet fragments accurately cut open by darts.

Before the gun is put away, the whole person is like being hit on the wall by a train. Seeing Natasha clearly hears the sound of her ribs breaking, but more importantly, the coldness of the metal gauntlet comes from the gap in the spine.

"Talk nicely if you have something to say." Seeing Natasha says, "Let me go."

"So you still know that you should talk nicely." Arkham Batman has no intention of letting her go at all, his hand can't stop groping the back of Seeing Natasha's neck, weirdly gentle, gently weird.

"I don't have time to mess around with you, boy." Seeing Natasha looks up into his eyes and says, "I still have to go to S. H. I. E. L. D. to work tomorrow morning, let me have a good sleep."

"Do you have the habit of exercising before sleep?"

"Here? You're serious?" Seeing Natasha raises her eyebrows and says, "I dare say the wall dust here is made of nano-cameras. Although you should indeed be proud of this, the members of the supervision group are probably hard to express their admiration for your male style positively."

"I mean, when I move to twist your spine, you probably still have two seconds to struggle. The amount of exercise is enough." Arkham Batman leans closer and closer.

Seeing Natasha seems to be a bit uncomfortable being poked by the metal armor on his body; she doesn't even care about the hand on her neck, but uses her own hand to push the man in front of her lightly.

"Talk about your conditions." Seeing Natasha says, "I am full of apologies for your heart, but let's forget about the other place."

"I need you to come to my universe with me." Arkham Batman looks like he really doesn't have the mind to flirt, and says, "I will establish a special group with federal law enforcement power in the Central Intelligence Agency, I want you to be the leader, and then help me do things."

"Interesting." Seeing Natasha says, "The only problem is how you plan to convince Congress that you want to hire a Slavic woman named 'Seeing Natasha Romanoff' to be the leader of this group of yours."

"There is no Congress, Seeing Natasha." Arkham Batman calls her name, and Seeing Natasha suppresses the urge to shiver. When the name of the girl that appears in countless Russian romance novels is read out by him in English, even the desperate atmosphere in classic Russian literature is set off with a bit of warmth—the sound sounds like it is carving a tombstone for her.

"I can promise you." Seeing Natasha says, "But I know this matter is not that simple, otherwise you wouldn't have come to find me. Just find some idiot to top it off. Who are you trying to catch?"

"Diana Prince, codenamed Wonder Woman."

Seeing Natasha takes a light breath and says: "How did she offend you?"

"Besides catching her, you also have to keep an eye on her." Arkham Batman continues, "And Superman and the others in the Justice League. I don't care what method you use, stall them for at least a week."

"I can't do it." Seeing Natasha says very simply, "I am Black Widow, not Hulk. Hulk can't do it either."

"I will find you a helper." Arkham Batman says.

"No one will work." Seeing Natasha grabs Arkham Batman's wrist, trying to pry the hand pinching her neck outward with force, but the force is not great, just meaning it.

"Bucky Barnes."

"No way."

"Then Steve Rogers."

Seeing Natasha can't help but glare at him: "What misunderstanding do you have about the relationship between the three of us?"

"It doesn't look like a misunderstanding now."

Seeing Natasha's eyes turn and she says: "It's not impossible to let me help you, but the choice of assistant has to be changed."

"Who do you want?"

"Schiller." Seeing Natasha looks up at him, her eyes full of smiles, seemingly completely forgetting how difficult she was before.

"That's just right." Arkham Batman says, "I invited Schiller to join the Justice League as Moon Knight, he will help you."

"No no no, not the doctor I'm familiar with." Seeing Natasha seems to have thought of something, she licks her lips and says, "I want the agent."

Arkham Batman squints his eyes, he carefully looks at Seeing Natasha's expression and says: "And then give him a knife?"

"Can't I?" Seeing Natasha's eyelashes move up and down, she says, "He is famous, it's time for me to see it."

Arkham Batman is silent for a while.

"I think you have a misunderstanding about the relationship between the three of us." Arkham Batman says.

"Which three? You, me, the agent?" Seeing Natasha turns her head away with disdain and says, "There's nothing to misunderstand, if you can't handle it, I won't go."

"I will ask him." Arkham Batman finally withdraws his arm. Seeing Natasha stretches her body in place, the broken ribs have long grown back. She reaches out to touch the side of her neck, shakes her head and says: "Why catch Wonder Woman?"

"Are Soviet agents all so diligent and inquisitive?"

"Then why don't I ask you why you want to catch Superman?"

Arkham Batman is silent for a while again, then says: "What happened in my universe has nothing to do with you. You leave after you finish the work, and we are even."

"If it were really that simple, it would be good." Seeing Natasha clearly doesn't believe it, "I feel like I won't be able to leave for a while."

Seeing Natasha, leaning against the wall of the corridor of the Central Intelligence Agency base, taps her forehead lightly with her hand. Her premonition has come true; this matter is so troublesome that she feels hot.

"Boss, there's trouble over there again." A subordinate walks over and says, "You'd better go take a look."

Seeing Natasha throws the empty paper cup into the shredder and walks towards the room at the end of the corridor. As soon as she enters, she sees Superman standing in the center of the room, the handcuffs broken into two pieces, becoming uniquely shaped bracelets, and two agents standing in the corner of the room shivering.

"Hello, Mr. Clark Kent."

Superman turns his head to glare at her.

"Let me introduce, former Soviet Red Room agent Seeing Natasha Romanoff, everyone in the trade calls me Black Widow."

Superman's expression becomes a bit stunned, he hesitates, purses his lips, looks at Seeing Natasha and asks: "So, those legends are true?"

"What legends?" Seeing Natasha hugs her arms and leans against the door frame to look at him.

"That is, that is Soviet human experiments, brainwashing people, and then training them to kill, etc..."

"Human experiments are true, brainwashing is false, and I don't only know how to kill." Seeing Natasha says with a smile.

Superman's gaze at her carries some sympathy, his tightened arms relax slightly, he says: "They call you Madam, your husband..."

"Of course he is dead. But that was a long time ago." Seeing Natasha walks over. Just as she approaches Superman, Superman takes a step back; she takes another step forward, and Superman takes another step back.

Until she forces Superman into the corner of the room, Superman stretches out his hands and says: "Don't get close to me, lady, think about the material of your handcuffs."

Seeing Natasha just stands in place, not leaving too much space for Superman, so Superman can only shrink into the corner of the wall somewhat aggrievedly, and has to control his strength well, not knocking down the wall behind him.

"My subordinate said you tore off the handcuffs, why do you want to do this?"

"They slandered me." Superman says, "I am friends with Diana, I believe she will not engage in espionage activities, but they said I was covering for her, and also asked me to confess quickly."

"This shouldn't be enough to make you angry."

Superman is stunned again, turns his gaze away and then says: "They said I was flying around over Metropolis, probing the location of military bases, and also asked if I had handed over intelligence to Diana."

"This is not enough either."

Superman purses his lips and says: "They asked if Diana and I had, had erotic transactions..."

"I believe you don't, innocent big boy." Seeing Natasha smiles and takes a few steps back, Superman is simply relieved.

The female agent brushes her red hair behind her head and says: "I think Batman should have told you, today's matter is entirely for political purposes. So no matter if you are innocent or not, you can only stay here."

"How dare he assume I won't resist?" Superman says quite angrily, "I can't see the necessity of doing this at all, I can take everyone away now!"

"If you really would do that, you wouldn't have come with us." Seeing Natasha shakes her head and says, "Politics is simple to say, believe your intuition."

After speaking, Seeing Natasha leaves. Superman in the room is worried, but still takes off the two unique bracelets and throws them away, puts on a new pair of handcuffs, and sits down behind the interrogation table.

Seeing Natasha just walks into the corridor, and hears footsteps behind her, a series of heavy footsteps coming from the end. She is too familiar with this sound, but she is stunned as soon as she turns her head.

The one who came was a team of FBI agents, but the person leading had a face Seeing Natasha was familiar with—that was the young Schiller. He wore a light blue shirt and a tactical vest with the words "FBI" printed in bright yellow, with a Glock 17 tucked at his waist, completely different from the gentle appearance Seeing Natasha was used to, looking cold and sharp, but not out of place at all, as if he was born to be an agent.

Seeing Natasha looks him up and down, and Schiller has already walked over to shake hands with her. Seeing Natasha shakes hands with him, and then pats his arm and says: "Long time no see, Agent Rodriguez."