Chapter 1156

There is a saying in the Chinese dynasty, which is called "men chasing women, blocking mountains, women chasing men's interlayered yarn.".

In the next few days, in the face of Janet's fierce pursuit, PIM, who had been living a hard life for years, quickly fell.

After returning to New York, because Dr. Dean and his daughter also lived in the city, PIM always went to Dr. dean to discuss problems or go out with Janet.

Whether it's a roller coaster ride in an amusement park or a picnic in the countryside, the relationship between the two is becoming increasingly ambiguous.

But PIM can't see the phantom of his ex girlfriend these days, and he seems to lack something in his heart.

Whenever Janet wants to make the two go further, PIM's brain automatically shows the ex girlfriend dead in his arms, and he subconsciously pushes Janet away.

The woman asked him again and again why and if there was something difficult to say, but PIM could always find an excuse.

Janet is not angry, she still understands his past. But she had a little wish to be a superhero.

She began to hint that she wanted to be the partner of ant men, just like Bucky, who had no helper? She didn't have any bad intentions. She just wanted to be a volunteer police officer to protect the people.

"Oh, Hank, you see, even the police advise ants to find a partner.". Janet did not know where to take out a tabloid, it was ant man beat a giant beetle out of the sewer, at that time, a policeman's casual words were heard by reporters.

Or "hank, let's go to the New York museum today to see the stories of superheroes. Why do U.S. captain always take Bucky to activities?".

She didn't reveal his identity, she just beat around the bush with words like this.

This almost shows that she wants to help, but because of the death of his fiancee, how can PIM take the person she likes to take a risk?

Whenever she said these words, he would shuffle the past, nervous to lose logic.

Janet can only come back disappointed again and again, while PIM pulls back into the basement and talks to the ant he named little ash.

It was just an ordinary red ant. He enlarged it to the size of a dog and kept it at home like a pet. Why is red ant called little ash? God knows.

Other superheroes have partners. PIM has a whole army. Under careful care, there are more than 100000 ants in his backyard. As long as there are enough PIM particles, they are undoubtedly a very powerful force.

He's very satisfied now, and he wants to marry Janet, but her passion for becoming a superhero scares PIM.

Many superheroes have sprung up in the United States over the years. Since the amazing year, New York has always been filled with new ingredients. If there are superheroes, there will be super villains. Being a righteous police officer is definitely the profession with the highest mortality rate, which is higher than that of police and firefighters.

Almost every week, we can see on the news that masked heroes die in alleys. Their real identities are rich and poor, but everyone is equal before death. It's not that wearing a good bulletproof uniform is safe. Sometimes death is sudden.

PIM couldn't imagine what he would have done if Janet had any more problems, so the best he could think of was to keep her out of the dark underwater.

However, the world is never changed by someone's will. It has its own rules of operation. The more worried about something, the more likely it will happen.

Two months have passed since the meeting of scientists. On a dark night of one month, Janet came out of her tailor's studio. She planned to go to her father's laboratory and ask him to have dinner together.

She doesn't know why scientists like doing experiments in basements, maybe because it's dark enough?

In short, the research funding is very tight, and the experimental environment is under such conditions that Dr. Dean can only carry out the project in his basement. When she went down the stairs and into the dark basement, she thought her father was not there.

"Dad? I'm back. Are you going out for dinner? I also want to talk about this year's Milan Fashion Week... "

she smiles, waves her handbag, and reaches for the button on the wall, but when the pale light comes on again in the room, she screams.

Because she saw her father lying in a pool of blood, with a frightening expression on her face, people had become blue and stiff.

Holding her father crying, she didn't notice that there was a group of people outside the back door of her home. She was climbing over the fence of the garden and leaving quickly with some things.

They were unidentified. They ran across the street in black suits, got into cars that didn't turn off, and then they emitted smoke from their exhaust pipes and headed for the countryside.

"What do you say now?"

The men in black didn't notice, and behind them a car with no lights on followed them, like a ghost in the night.The stalker was a one eyed black man and a red haired woman.

The woman was driving, while the black man was sitting on the copilot and calmly looking at the front with dead fish eyes: "windfall, black widow, our task is to conduct a background investigation on Dean and his daughter to prevent them from having ulterior motives for hank, but they didn't expect to see a robbery."

Natasha yawned as she drove: "so now we have to do police work? Boring. "

"According to my experience, something that can be moved in the middle of the night by a group of people in black suits must be good stuff... This direction should be going out of town to New Jersey, and when we get to the suburbs, we'll do it."

"Ah, eat black, I like it." Natasha made a perfunctory remark, with no happy look on her face.

Frey pulled out a folding submachine gun from under the seat, loaded and loaded skillfully. At the same time, he took a law rocket launcher from under the back seat and held it in his arms: "there is no black eating black, but the aegis Bureau has eliminated the threat in the bud again, as always..."

"Tut, that's a good thing to say." Natasha sneered. The Americans just like to talk about the banner of Justice: "what's the plan? Do we need to call people? "

Frey shook his head and stroked the turquoise rocket launcher: "the less people know about this, the better, just the two of us. They put things into the second car, and when we get to the suburbs, you overtake them and I'll shoot the first car out of the team and force them to stop. It's up to you. "

Natasha tilted her head indifferently. "Lend me your submachine gun. I don't want to fight them with bullets."

"I'll give you better." Frey pulled away his seat from the side. Inside was an automatic rifle of different models: "all clean guns. Rifling can't be traced. They're the kind of guns that disappear on the production line."

"It's OK. It turns out that we usually sit on a four wheeled armory." Natasha shrugged, held the steering wheel in one hand, picked up a Wilson 47 in the other hand, changed the cartridge with one hand and loaded it: "fortunately, I'm Slavic, and I'm used to smoking on shells."

"And I'm an American. I have weapons in my car all the time. Don't tell jokes now. If you lose it, you won't have a vacation this month."

Natasha glanced at him: "it's you who tell the joke. Will the black widow lose her target? It's not funny at all. "

As she said, these people couldn't escape the spider's hunting. When they drove to a highway in the suburbs, the ghost like car suddenly accelerated, surpassed all the cars in the motorcade, and then drifted 180 degrees and started to reverse.

Smoke came from the friction between the tires and the road, and Frey leaned out of the front passenger's window, and the leading vehicle soared into the air in the explosion.

Several cars behind the emergency brake, but it is difficult to avoid a collision, the road suddenly chaos.

Natasha slammed the steering wheel, dodged the rising fire vehicle, jumped out of the car with her rifle, rolled and knelt on her knees, expertly knocking out the tires of other cars.

The other party rushed out of the car disorderly and tried to take out a gun to fight back, but ordinary people were still a lot worse when facing the black widow. They almost would be shot if their heads were exposed. Natasha didn't want to survive.

She suppressed everyone with a single shot. She got up and started shooting. She kept approaching the second car where the things were stored.

Her long red hair glowed in the moonlight, and the fire at the muzzle of the gun made her face bright and dark.

The special bullet is enough to break through the thin defense of the car. When there is no movement under her feet, she puts on a new cartridge and easily points down several people fleeing from the road.

It was only then that Frey arrived late, but he was so thick skinned that he seemed to be hiding behind a woman. He broke the car glass with his submachine gun and opened the door of the car with vigilance.

Turn on the flashlight. In addition to the bodies of several people in black, there are some paper boxes, which are filled with manuscript paper, which looks like some experimental data.

Frey looked down at the body, pulled the document out of the pocket of his black suit and smacked his lips: "military men, army special intelligence."

Natasha jumped off the roof of the car, looked up and said with a smile, "well, congratulations."

It's not the first time that she killed the military. It's not something she should worry about. It's better to think about where to eat supper.

At this time, there was a living person in the carriage. The co pilot was shot several times. But because Natasha was shot across the roof, the injury was not fatal. At this time, she woke up from shock.

"Nick Frey... You're finished, the general won't let you go..."

as he vomited blood, he said that he knew the nigger, and that it was a felony for aegis to attack federal agents.

Frey raised his hand without expression, shot the man's head into rotten watermelons, then calmly changed the magazine: "you take all the information to our car, I'll clean up the battlefield, action.""How can I ask a lady to do manual work, and Valentine doesn't mean to divorce you?" Natasha picked up a pile of boxes in a bad mood. It was mainly because of the internal organs and brains in the carriage. It was very troublesome to clean her leather clothes.

Frey wiped the footprints on the roof of the car, took the time bomb set from his windbreaker and threw it into each compartment: "30 seconds to evacuate, and that never happened."

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