This surge of adrenaline is even more thrilling than dual cultivation with Raven.
However, his face showed a terrified, pathetic expression, tears and snot almost streaming out, his lips trembling, unable to speak clearly.
"B-Big sister... My name is Tom... I'm a mover... I'm just a damn mover!"
With acting like that, if the Oscars didn't give him a statuette, it would be an injustice to his Crossing.
Natasha's green eyes scanned him from the tips of his hair to his toenails.
Heartbeat: 85, slightly fast, consistent with a state of fright.
Breathing: Rapid, consistent with a state of fright.
Pupils: Dilated, consistent... Everything was normal.
So normal, it was almost fake.
"A mover?"
Natasha's signature sexy voice.
"You're not even worthy of moving the goods here, are you?"
Just then, the HYDRA thugs, who had recovered, charged over, howling.
"Kill them!"
Natasha didn't even raise an eyelid.
The gun barrel, pointed at Lin Ent's forehead, was as steady as if it had been welded in place.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two dark figures broke through the air.
The two HYDRA agents at the very front instantly had two holes in their foreheads and fell straight down.
It was an arrow.
Natasha still calmly looked at Lin Ent, already accustomed to it.
Her most reliable partner was in position.
Lin Ent's heart skipped a beat.
Damn, I was so focused on acting that I forgot about Hawkeye.
"Ah! They're coming! Run! Run!"
Lin Ent, possessed by his acting persona, struggled with all his limbs, looking as if he was about to faint from fear.
This movement made Natasha's finger, resting on the trigger, tighten slightly.
But she didn't shoot.
The fish hadn't bitten yet.
She grabbed Lin Ent by the collar, dragging him like a broken sack, and directly threw him into the shadow of a container.
"Shut up!"
Bullets rained down like crazy, clanging against the steel plates, sparks flying everywhere.
But each burst of gunfire was accompanied by a muffled twang of a bowstring.
Then, another HYDRA agent fell.
The efficiency was terrifying.
"Who sent you?"
Natasha's voice was very low, but it drilled into Lin Ent's ears like a drill.
"KGB? MI6? Or... a HYDRA initiation?"
Lin Ent was overjoyed inside.
Here it comes, big sister is falling for it.
He continued to act with a crying voice.
"What 'B'? What '6'? I don't understand... I have an eighty-year-old mother above me, and a three-year-old child below me, I..."
"Enough."
Natasha interrupted his clumsy performance.
She suddenly let go, and the gun barrel moved away.
Lin Ent was stunned, a perfectly timed look of ecstasy appearing on his face.
Then, he saw Natasha pull a small device from her belt and squeeze it hard.
It flashed, a red light.
A miniature bomb.
She pressed the timer in front of Lin Ent.
10:00.
9:59.
"You..." Lin Ent's face instantly turned from ecstasy to ashen white.
"Ten minutes."
Natasha finally had a hint of a smile on her face, the kind of smile a femme fatale would have.
"In ten minutes, the flies outside will all be dead. Then, I ask, you answer. Dare to lie even a single word..."
She shook the bomb in her hand.
"...I'll shove it down your throat and let you taste what fireworks are like."
After speaking, she ignored him and focused on the outside.
Lin Ent leaned against the cold metal, his heart pounding wildly.
His chest heaved violently.
Excitement!
The excitement of a crazy gambler revealing his opponent's hand!
Playing rough?
Playing crazy?
Big sister, you've found the right person.
Time passed minute by minute.
Gunshots grew sparse, screams incessant.
Finally, the entire dock was left with only the sound of the sea wind whimpering.
Clint's voice came through Natasha's earpiece: "Natasha, it's clear. Do you need backup?"
"Guard the door, Clint."
Natasha said softly, glancing at Lin Ent behind her.
"Don't let anyone escape."
She turned around and walked in front of Lin Ent, looking down at him like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Time's up. Speak, who are you?"
The quivering figure in the corner slowly raised his head.
The fear, bewilderment, and helplessness on his face all vanished within a second.
It was as if he had taken off a mask.
What remained was a playful look of seeing through his prey.
He smiled.
Whoosh!
His hand shot out, quick as lightning, and he snatched Natasha's tactical earpiece.
"Me?"
He dangled the earpiece in his hand, then stood up, brushing the dirt from his clothes, his movements as elegant as if he had just signed a multi-billion dollar deal on Wall Street.
"Lin Ent."
He extended his hand to Natasha, not in supplication, but in invitation.
"You can call me, Boss."
Natasha's eyes were filled with doubt, somewhat like she was looking at an idiot.
"Boss?"
She sneered, and the dark muzzle of the gun once again poked Lin Ent's brow.
Almost simultaneously, a laser red dot from a vantage point in the distance locked onto the back of his head.
"What makes you think that?"
"What makes me think that?"
Lin Ent's smile grew even more mischievous.
He completely ignored the two fatal threats, instead taking a step forward, almost pressing against Natasha.
His hot breath fanned her ear.
He spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, word by word, like the whisper of a devil.
"Because I can make you stronger. Ten times stronger than you are now."
Natasha's breathing hitched for half a beat.
"Because I can help you unlock the collar S.H.I.E.L.D. has around your neck, and let you truly live for yourself."
Collar.
These two words, like a needle, fiercely pierced the deepest part of Natasha's heart.
She subconsciously tensed her sexy body.
"Oh, right."
Lin Ent took a step back, spread his hands, his smile utterly wicked.
"And... endless money."
"Now, Miss Natasha Romanoff,"
He looked directly into those shocked, angry, yet subtly wavering green eyes.
"Is that qualification enough?"
Natasha stared at him intently, her chest heaving violently.
Betray S.H.I.E.L.D.? Just with these few empty promises?
Ridiculous!
Bang!
She didn't shoot, but delivered a clean, sharp elbow strike to Lin Ent's abdomen.
The force was perfectly controlled, causing intense pain but no internal injury.
This was a warning.
Lin Ent instantly hunched over like a shrimp, his face turning green from pain, cold sweat pouring down.
Damn, this woman really went for it... Natasha retracted her hand, turned, and walked away, too lazy to say another word.
"Cough... cough... It's fine!"
Lin Ent clutched his stomach, grimacing in pain, but didn't forget to shout at her retreating back.
"You know my number... anytime... feel free to switch jobs! Double salary!"
Natasha's footsteps paused, but she didn't turn back, quickly disappearing into the night.
By a black Chevrolet, Clint had already put away his bow. Seeing Natasha return, he frowned.
"Who was that guy? You seem... a little off."
Natasha opened the car door, got in, and started the engine.
She looked in the rearview mirror at the figure still clutching his stomach and cursing, a never-before-seen complex emotion flashing in her green eyes.
"A..."
She was silent for a few seconds before slowly uttering.
"...crazy job applicant."