Chapter 59： This widow is not too cold

Chapter 59: This widow is not too cold

Inside the battleship's office.

Saturna was unaware that she had already walked on the edge of death. She only looked at Kyle in the office chair with concern and waited for his next instructions and instructions.

This view of Kyle secretly laughed, the Soviet Red House training agents are indeed the world's top, from super agent to the agent's ability and quality should be complete.

Don't look at Shatana, who is just a special trainer. Her combat strength is placed in the entire US military base. There are few soldiers or officers who can single-handedly fight.

Also. The superior combat capability is on the one hand. This sneaked in and disguised as a feminine American female medical doctor is as simple as drinking water regularly.

It’s a pity that I met him.

Kyle squinted, and Satana's sneak camouflage can be said to be perfect, but nothing under the ability to draw cards.

How can you plan carefully, let you perform amazingly, and the bright blue ability card [super agent] on the back of the head will expose everything.

After a few moments of silence in the office, Kyle licked a few mouthfuls of warm water and waved to Shatana, who was standing still. She frowned and said, "My head is a little dizzy. Will you massage your head and shoulders? Help me click on it."

"Ah." Shatana hesitated, then the little chicken nodded like a glutinous rice, stalking the desk and walking towards Kyle's chair.

She did not notice that when she passed the chair, Kyle’s slightly blue-eyed scorpion appeared a little cold.

The best time to assassinate has been created, and then, Sarahna’s life and death are all in her own hands.

Regardless of whether the opponent is a hero or not, as long as there is a little signal to launch an assassination sneak attack, Kyle will kill her without hesitation.

This is the bottom line of Kyle's principle! With him as an enemy, it can only lie on the ground and turn into a corpse.

"General, you can close your eyes a little, the massage will be a lot more comfortable." Shatana whispered, a pair of small hands slowly extended to Kyle's head.

"Okay, use some strength." Kyle responded with a dagger, closing his eyes and tightening his mind.

The other person did not carry a weapon, and his muscle strength alone was not enough to break his neck. However, in order to prevent it, he had already let his venom suit enter the defensive state of the battle.

Soon, Shatana's ten thin fingers fell on Kyle's head and pressed hard, kneading down to the neck, shoulders, and up to the forehead.

Originally a little tight and stiff Kyle, suddenly relieved and relaxed.

What is the accident that makes people feel comfortable?

I have to say that Shatana's massage technique is very proficient, which should be one of the majors studied by the agent training camouflage, plus the girl's fingers are slender and powerful...

Wait, this doesn't seem to be the point!

"Not ready to shoot?" Kyle wondered, a little wondering.

At the juncture of this war, the Soviet Red House organization sent a super agent to lurk, if not for him, what it is for.

The target person is not him? Or the purpose of the mission, not to assassinate him?

It is true that this is true. Although the Soviet Union likes to do things, it is not intended to send agents to assassinate newcomers who are American heroes when they are in the Three Kingdoms League.

Under Kyle's doubts, Shatana massaged for ten minutes before stopping, and she gasped her sore fingers.

The man's bones and muscles are much more tough than you think, and as if the organization issued the mission... super soldier ability.

Satana made up her mind, and whispered softly after Kyle: "General Kyle, how do you feel? The head is still dizzy."

Kyle looked up at his head and said with a closed eyes: "It’s a lot better."

"This is fine, but it is time to start a major war. It is best to investigate in advance if there are any illnesses."

Saturna said here, paused, and gave professional advice: "In order to prevent the general, the general should poke a drop of blood on his finger, let me bring it back to the medical room for examination, and be able to check the details of the body. situation."

"Oh, blood test?" Kyle opened his eyes at this moment, revealing such a subtle expression.

Agent task, I did not expect just to get his little blood - toxic liquid warfare, even if suffered from skin trauma, will not leave his own blood on the battlefield.

A drop of blood seems to be of little significance. But now, after all, it is the world of high-tech and biological support. Who knows that the scientists of the Soviet Union are crazy, take this blood back and play what abacus.

Don't be there, give him a personal creation.

Knowing the purpose, Kyle did not have to play with the other party again. The tone turned cold and said: "Is this your purpose?"

"What...purpose?" Shatana, who was still behind the office chair, stayed stunned and barely kept calm and said: "General Kyle, what are you talking about? It's just a simple... blood test."

Kyle threw out a sentence that defeated her last lucky defense line. "I still want to continue to wear it? Agents of the Soviet Red House."

After listening to the words, Shatana changed her face, and her hands slammed her hand to the neck of Kyle, and she was stunned.

"Play with you." Kyle snorted, his movements reacted more quickly, and when he raised his hands, he grabbed the palms of the girls and held them in their hands.

Shatana tried hard to get rid of her hands, only to find that Kyle’s hand was like a steel pliers, and even a finger could not move.

Just when she wanted to switch to kicking, a crushing force was uploaded from both arms, and then her entire body was lifted up, one hundred and eighty degrees crossed the top of Kyle, kneeling in hardwood On the desk -

‘Oh! ’

The desk slammed into the sides and Shatana slid down on the scattered wooden planks and document paper.

"Cough."

Shatana had just coughed and struggled to climb up. Under the horrified gaze, she saw the handsome young man throwing a general coat on his side, revealing the venom suit that was cold and killing.

"Good, just stand up! Let me see the strength of being a Soviet super agent!"

Kyle looked at her indifferently, and the muscles were as energetic as they were under the wear of black suits. The killing of the scene was as solid as the entire office.

He kneaded his fist and raised his mouth slightly, whispering, "I hope you can let me get a little hot before the war."

(End of this chapter)