"Two bad news?" Natasha frowned slightly, staring straight at Skarov, and suddenly a little curved up at the corner of her lips, "Is there any difference between listening to which one first?"

Skarov smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your investigation is correct. Your mother's death is indeed related to your father. The special forces under the 58th Army were attacked, and the order was issued by the Russian Security Bureau."

Natasha took a deep breath of the cold air, her fingers trembled slightly, trying to control the sadness that was about to overflow from her chest, and her strength made her voice less weak.

"One bad news?"

"Another bad news, it has something to do with the cause of your mother's death. Are you sure you want to listen?" Skarov smiled. "That old guy Nikolayev certainly won't want you to know."

"Tell me." Natasha said lightly.

"Your mother is actually a double-faced spy. She joined the Freemasonry when she was twelve years old. In Georgia in 2008, she helped us pass information, but accidentally showed her flaws. And I am her master." Looking at Natasha who had taken back half a step back with a smile, Skanov continued, "I advise you to take your hand out of your pocket, and at least two sniper rifles are pointed at you."

The smile on Natasha's face gradually became colder.

From the beginning of entering the town, she realized something was wrong, but she didn't expect that the one who betrayed her and Russia was her father's old friend, Major Skarov.

"This joke is not funny at all." Seeing the surrounding environment with his own light, Natasha determined with her experience that the sniper's position should be at the bell tower 400 meters away and the roof of the factory building 500 meters away.

Instead of reaching out her pocket, her hand released her pistol and held the smoke bomb.

Skarov shrugged.

"This is no joke... You don't have to delay time. Even if the Alpha team comes, they can't save you, and they won't take this risk to save you. Not far away, there is the 43rd Ukraine Marine Corps."

As he said that, Skanov clapped his hands.

Like ghosts, twelve figures rushed out of the shadows beside the streets. Their bodies were covered with painted black combat uniforms, armed from their toes to their teeth, but without a sound in action. There was no doubt that they were all the elite among the elite.

When she saw these special forces, a trace of despair flashed in Natasha's eyes. If it were just a sniper, she could still have the courage to bet, but when faced with the twelve fully armed special forces, she asked herself that even if she possessed 007, she had no chance of survival.

"Shameless Traitor." A few words were squeezed out from the gap of his teeth, and Natasha stared at Scarov.

If the eyes could kill people, he had been killed countless times at this moment.

However, Skanov does not seem to agree with Natasha's allegations.

"Traitor?" Skarov shrugged, and Skanov raised his hand and rubbed it hard on his neck.

When he saw his movement, Natasha's pupils suddenly contracted. She noticed that as he rubbed, there was a significant color difference on his neck. Then, his hand seemed to have grabbed something, and pulled it off with a sudden pull, tearing off the silicone hood.

"Skanov" who removed the hood has completely turned into another strange face.

Or, this is what he is.

"Reintroduce yourself, I, Petrov." He no longer had to pretend, he even changed his voice.

The stiff expression on Natasha's face gradually softened into a bitter smile.

She is naturally familiar with disguise, serving the Russian Federation Security Agency. But what she never expected was that one day she would fall into this thing. Obviously, the identity of the real Skarov informant has been exposed, and it can even be said that eighteen or nine out of ten have been killed.

"When did it start?" Natasha asked with a bitter expression.

"At the beginning of this year, I remember that I even proposed to you at that time to bring the Star Ring Trade in. You won't forget it, right?"

Natasha looked at Petrov in confusion. She didn't understand why he did this, or why the Freemasons did this. Even though they knew the combat effectiveness of the Star Ring Trade, they were still thinking of pulling them into the Ukrainian civil war. Do they think they were not dying fast enough?

"It was time to see S. Dalin after you got this thing," Petrov grinned and patted the document in his hand. "But you are lucky that the people above think you still have value. If you are honest, you might be able to live a little longer."

After saying that, he gestured to the special forces behind him.

Two special forces left the line and walked towards Natasha with rifles.

Looking at the black muzzle, Natasha felt cold hands and feet. She probably guessed what the so-called value of use refers to. She was not as a Russian agent or as the daughter of General Nikolayev, but as a bargaining chip that might threaten Jiang Chen.

Everything he had once had flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. When memories flashed to the tenderness of that night, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth. For some reason, she suddenly stopped being scared.

The smile was very gentle, not like the smile she would show.

A trace of determination flashed in her eyes. Just as she was about to hit the stone with her eggs, a sudden unnatural buzzing sound gradually approached from above.

It was obviously not the only one who noticed the sound.

Petrov looked up and his pupils suddenly contracted, but when he caught the glimpse of the glimpse, it was too late.

The tungsten core projectile that fell from a height of 36,000 kilometers was melted into water droplets when it passed through the atmosphere, and continuously penetrated the sound barrier that hindered its progression, throwing the sound behind him. The moment he heard the resonant sound, the projectile as thick as a washbasin had arrived.

More than a dozen tungsten-core bombs, like dozens of Tomahawk missiles, bombed this area without discrimination. The moment they hit the ground, the tungsten-core bombs were like bullets shot into gel, transmitting kinetic energy below the surface, forming a huge cavity in an instant, and cracking at this moment.

The soil was lifted up more than ten meters high, and steel and concrete pieces were raging. Even the elite troops of the well-trained Arrow Company were knocked over by the sudden blow.

There is only one chance!

Natasha used her arms to protect her head, struggled to stand up from the ground, and fled to the ruins beside her with the dust that covered the sky and the sun, and threw out the smoke bomb in her hand.

Almost at the same time, dense gunfire sounded from the depths of the smoke, and a shuttle of bullets swept towards her.

Natasha groaned in pain, and a bullet shot into her lower abdomen, and another shot hit her arrow, and almost fell to the ground. At this moment, a transparent figure appeared behind her, carrying her on her back and running back.

The whistling of bullets flew behind him. Looking at the petite figure beneath him, Natasha's expression was slightly complicated.

"I didn't expect... one day I will owe you a life."

"You seemed to have been shot just now. Is it important to be injured?" Aisha did not talk nonsense to her, but just asked lightly.

"It's okay, I'm wearing a bulletproof vest... I might have a broken left hand."

The bullet shot through Natasha's coat, but did not penetrate the bulletproof vest she was wearing inside.

This bulletproof vest was "borrowed" from Jiang Chen's wardrobe. It is made of polymer polyethylene fiber material. It can release the kinetic energy of the bullet point onto the entire surface. While blocking the bullet, it also limits the kinetic energy of the bullet to a safe range.

"Catch her!"

The expression of shock on his face soon dissipated. Petrov first reacted, and he roared, picked up a rifle from the ground, and rushed into the smoke first.

There were twelve special forces soldiers in total, two were killed and one injured. If Natasha had been let go, he would not be able to go back to submit the service.

However, the moment he rushed into the smoke, his whole body suddenly seemed to hit a wall and stopped there.

One hand jammed his neck and lifted him off the ground as if he was holding a chick.

Petrov's pupils suddenly shrank into a point. When he saw the steel-made body, his face had no strange colors except fear.

"monster……"

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(When I woke up today, I found that the nickname Morning Star LL was registered. Fortunately, I left a hand. My account was built in the [Judgement] District Wei State. My name is "Morning Star LL's most handsome". As for those who choose "Morning Star Little Huangwen", I promise not to beat you to death when entering the game tomorrow.)
Chapter completed!