"Natasha, how's the mission going?" Nick Fury called, asking with a smile.

"You're really wasting my time. I suspect you're deliberately retaliating against your subordinates," Natasha complained.

"Hmm? Tell me what's going on," Nick Fury looked a bit surprised. What did she mean by wasting her time?

"You said this guy was a superpowered individual, but he seems like just an ordinary person, and a clumsy thief at that. He doesn't seem like someone who could kill a drug lord," Natasha shook her head.

From their brief interaction, she knew this person wasn't capable of killing a drug lord.

"This... I'm not sure either," Nick Fury was puzzled. Logically, someone who could silently kill these drug lords had to be a superpowered individual, right?

As for incorrect information?

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That's absolutely impossible. If S.H.I.E.L.D.'s information was wrong, then no information in the world could be trusted.

"I've already captured the person for you. The rest is up to you. I just hope you won't disturb my vacation again," Natasha yawned, speaking calmly.

For some reason, she felt inexplicably tired.

Then she hung up the phone.

Nick Fury stroked his chin, pondering what the deal was with this Johnson character.

However, they'd have to wait until the guy was brought to S.H.I.E.L.D. to find out.

"I should find a hotel first. What's happening to me?" Natasha rubbed her temples, feeling inexplicably fatigued.

The culprit behind this was Yang Han.

The symbiote known as Venom naturally fuses with human genes. Natasha's body perceived Yang Han as a viral invader, and Yang Han forcefully fused himself with Natasha's genes.

This triggered the human body's self-defense system.

That's why Natasha felt tired.

She walked into the nearest hotel, got a room, locked the door, and couldn't hold on any longer. She collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Soon, the sky outside transitioned from day to night, and then from night to morning.

Gentle sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the room.

Natasha's hand moved slightly, and her tightly shut eyes slowly opened. She stretched lazily and checked the time. It was already seven in the morning.

"I was unconscious for almost a whole day and night?" Natasha looked at the date, finding it hard to believe.

As a top agent, she had strong resistance to any drugs and negative physical states, yet she had unknowingly been unconscious for nearly a day and night.

What on earth was going on?

She hadn't come into contact with anyone, except for that Johnson.

Natasha's heart skipped a beat. Could this be that guy's superpower?

Without hesitation, she picked up her flip phone to report the situation to Nick Fury.

"Crack!"

A mechanical breaking sound echoed. Natasha stared at the finger-sized hole in her phone, dumbfounded.

What just happened?

She had only pressed a button, so how did she pierce through the phone?

Looking at the black screen and the sparking damage, Natasha still couldn't comprehend.

When did her strength become so great?

"This is really strange. What's happening to me?" Natasha looked at the now-defunct phone, frowning slightly, her palm applying a bit of pressure.

"Crack."

Another crisp sound followed as she crushed the bottom half of the flip phone.

"Oh my God!" Natasha looked at the completely destroyed phone, disbelief flashing across her face. Just a day ago, she didn't have this kind of strength.

And she felt like she hadn't even used much force, yet the phone was crushed.

"Could that guy's superpower be turning people into monsters?" Natasha quickly got up and headed to the bathroom.

"Bang!" Another soft sound, and Natasha accidentally pulled the bathroom door off its hinges.

Natasha stood in front of the mirror, looking at her beautiful face, and breathed a sigh of relief.

No woman is indifferent to her appearance. If she really turned into a monster, she'd rather not have this power.

"Why does it feel like my skin is whiter, smoother, and even tighter?" Natasha touched her face, full of confusion. A day ago, she could swear her skin wasn't this good!

"And my strength has increased too," Natasha thought to herself, recalling how she crushed the phone.

"How does it feel? Isn't this power intoxicating?" A deep, slightly magnetic voice whispered in Natasha's ear, making her fully alert.

"Who's there?!" Natasha instinctively assumed a combat stance, ready for any impending battle.

"Who am I? I'm the one who gave you this power," a pool of liquid quickly formed into a menacing face on Natasha's shoulder.

"What are you? Why are you on me?" Natasha was unsettled. A terrifying creature emerging from her body was unnerving, even for someone as experienced as her.

"Not bad, you're better than that other guy. My efforts weren't wasted," Yang Han praised. Johnson, that unfortunate guy, had wet himself after bonding with the symbiote, but Natasha remained calm, which pleased Yang Han.

As expected of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agent, her composure was unmatched.

"That guy? So you're the one who killed those drug dealers!" Natasha wasn't stupid. Considering Johnson's personality and the current bizarre situation, she immediately understood why Johnson could kill those drug lords.

With this strange creature, killing those ordinary drug dealers would be a piece of cake.

"Of course. Do you think that coward would dare to kill anyone?" Yang Han sneered.

"What kind of monster are you?" Natasha asked, unsettled. Anyone would be unnerved with such a creature on them.

Even though the creature could communicate, its thoughts were beyond human comprehension, making Natasha uneasy.

"Monster? No, no, no! I'm not a monster." A black fluid wrapped around Natasha's shoulder, enveloping her entire right arm, and a terrifying face appeared before her.

Natasha was horrified to find her right hand was no longer under her control.

"You can call me Venom, or Yang Han. Nice to meet you, and I look forward to working together."

Yang Han's menacing face leaned closer to Natasha, grinning with sharp teeth clearly visible.