Natasha looked coldly at the man in front of her. As expected! Men are all damn pigs with ulterior motives.

Instinctively, she touched the gun holstered at her waist. If he dared to make a move, she'd shoot him dead on the spot.

As for what Nick Fury had said, she'd long since thrown it to the back of her mind.

This kind of scum wanted to join S.H.I.E.L.D.? A jail cell was where this guy belonged.

Johnson never imagined that his hopeful glance at Natasha would be misinterpreted like this. But he didn't dare think too much; he just wanted the thing inside him to get out quickly, enter that woman's body, and then he could go to jail.

"Make her throw out the gun," Yang Han's voice sounded in Johnson's ear.

"Drop your gun on the ground!" Johnson pointed his gun at Natasha's face and shouted.

Natasha was startled. She thought she had hidden it well. How did this guy find out?

"I don't have a gun on me. You can search if you want," Natasha said, spreading her arms and looking at Johnson.

Natasha watched Johnson. If he dared to come closer, with her skills, she could subdue him in an instant.

"I'll say it again, throw out the gun on you, or I'll put a hole in your head," Johnson scolded, his expression unchanged.

Natasha's smile faded. It seemed this guy wasn't bluffing; he really knew she had a gun.

"Alright." Natasha shrugged helplessly, threw a gun from her waist, and looked innocently at Johnson. "There, now I don't have one."

Yang Han didn't believe this cunning woman. Dual guns were Black Widow's standard, right? What did she mean by only throwing one?

"There's another one, make her throw it out!" Yang Han urged.

He wanted to avoid any accidents, not even a tiny bit!

"You have another gun, throw it out now! Don't make me repeat myself!" Johnson glared at Natasha and shouted.

Natasha felt a bit of a headache. How did this guy find out?

Looking at the dark muzzle, she knew she couldn't dodge at such close range. Helplessly, she lifted her skirt, revealing a black bodysuit underneath, with a gun holstered on the inside of her right thigh. Natasha took it out and threw it on the ground.

Natasha looked at Johnson, helplessly saying, "This time, that's really it."

"Good! Let her come over! Then you'll be free." Yang Han was a bit excited. With the danger eliminated, he could transfer hosts. To be honest, he was tired of being in a man's body.

Hearing this, a trace of joy flashed across Johnson's face. He pointed the gun at Natasha and shouted, "Walk over slowly, and you'd better not make any sudden moves! Believe me, my bullet is definitely faster than your actions!"

Due to Yang Han's possession, he had become a sort of mini-superman, at least to ordinary people.

His reaction speed and physical fitness were several times that of a normal person, reaching Natasha's level.

Natasha raised her hands and slowly walked towards Johnson. A trace of joy flashed in her eyes as well. Who was she? Black Widow! A super agent. Even without firearms, she was confident she could subdue Johnson within a few meters.

She was worried about not having a chance to get close, and this guy actually gave her the opportunity. She didn't know whether to call him reckless or commend him for doing a good job.

As the distance between them closed, both felt a hint of joy in their hearts. Johnson thought that as long as the woman got close, he could get rid of the monster. Natasha, on the other hand, thought that as long as she got close, she could take down the reckless thug in front of her.

She would definitely teach him a good lesson later.

Yang Han was also very excited. With Natasha as a stepping stone, what genes couldn't he replicate?

Hulk's, Spidey's, Scarlet Witch's, Quicksilver's, and all those superhero genes, he'd damn well replicate them all. By then, what Thanos could withstand a punch from him?

And Natasha! Scarlett Johansson! How many people's goddess!

He could also savor her, couldn't he?

No matter from which angle, Yang Han was thrilled.

Just as there were only two meters left between them, and Natasha was about to swiftly take down the reckless thug, Johnson suddenly stepped forward. Because of this step, Johnson stumbled as if tripping, catching her completely off guard.

The sudden fall surprised Johnson, and he instinctively grabbed Natasha's skirt. With great force, Natasha's skirt was torn, revealing the black bodysuit underneath. Natasha, due to the force, staggered and fell onto Johnson.

Yang Han took the opportunity to crawl from Johnson's back onto Natasha's bodysuit, hiding under her wine-red hair.

Natasha quickly regained her composure, kicking away Johnson's gun and pinning him down, securing his hands.

Natasha felt a bit puzzled. It seemed too smooth, like everything was prearranged.

And what was with that guy's look? It was like the excitement of surviving a disaster, mixed with pity for her?

However, Natasha didn't think much of it and dragged Johnson outside.

Outside the factory, the police, who were on high alert, were dumbfounded to see Natasha pushing a young man out. They were familiar with this young man; wasn't he the vicious thug they had surrounded in the abandoned factory?

Why did he look so happy to be caught?

"Hold this guy for now. Someone from above will take him away," Natasha said coolly, pushing Johnson towards the police car.

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She was quite displeased internally. What was Nick Fury up to?

This guy had superpowers? Superpowers that could be easily subdued by her?

Just for this guy, they interrupted her vacation. She'd have to protest when she got back.

"No problem, ma'am. Got time for a drink?" The slightly chubby police chief asked with a full smile.

"No, I need to go home and rest now," Natasha replied with a smile.

"That's a shame," the police chief said, slightly disappointed, before turning to wrap up the situation.

Walking down the street, Natasha frowned, pondering what was with Johnson's final look. She had lived a long time and seen many people and things. Johnson definitely didn't have the guts to do something like this. Was there a mastermind behind it?

Then she smiled again. She wasn't a detective; such matters were better left for Nick Fury to worry about. She just needed to follow orders.

What she didn't know was that a pool of black liquid was slowly corroding her bodysuit.