The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1607 Fishing Day (End)

Chapter 1607 Fishing Day (End)

"Listen, Schiller, you can't..." Natasha supported the door frame, and when she said this, she wrinkled her eyes in pain, as if the alcohol was pouring into her brain.

"Ma'am, you're drunk, you'd better go back and have a rest." Schiller grabbed the doorknob with a look of seeing off the guests.

"First, I'm not drunk, and second, you have to stop what you're doing immediately, not that it's evil or anything, it's just...you can't do that." Natasha said as she rocked her body back and forth.

"I don't know what you're referring to, ma'am, I'm just going to wash and go to bed, and you want me not to?"

"You know what I mean!" Natasha gritted her teeth, staring at Schiller and said, "Don't pretend that you didn't do anything!"

"That's the truth." Schiller was still very calm. He was still wearing the shirt he wore during the day. There was no wrinkle on the clothes, and even the tie knots were perfectly symmetrical. He was meticulous.

This image made Natasha even more annoyed, as if her current anger was unreasonable and she was making trouble for no reason, and if there were any onlookers, they would definitely think so. A reckless drunk broke into this gentleman's room and disturbed his rest.

A trace of cold sweat crept up Natasha's back, she looked at Schiller with slightly slack eyes and said, "How many people did you make disappear like this?"

Just as Schiller was about to continue seeing off the guests, Natasha opened the door with one arm and said, "No matter how many there are, I won't be one of them, let me in."

"You have nothing to do here, ma'am, trust me." Schiller let go of his hand helplessly, and took a step back to let Natasha come in.

Natasha really only saw ordinary beds, so neatly made that even the pickiest person could find no fault, or a little too meticulously, it looked not like a place to rest, but more like a bed. stage.

While drunk, Natasha saw a fish bouncing on Schiller's bed. The internal organs kept spilling out from the severed abdomen, staining the entire bed sheet red, and the blood flowed to the ground.

The waist and abdomen with the strongest reflex nerves were pressed under the knee of one leg by Schiller, and the tip of the knife was cut open from the chest. The process was very slow, and most of the intact internal organs were squeezed out by the frightened fish struggling hard.

What about the other hand, where is the other hand?

When Natasha just thought of this, an irresistible force pushed her against the wall, a pale and powerful hand grabbed her neck tightly, yes, Natasha thought, that hand was on her neck superior.

Natasha suddenly laughed. She looked at Schiller opposite and said, "So you cast the bait to catch me."

"You took the bait too early, ma'am, break the rules."

Natasha took a deep breath, the alcohol was gradually metabolized from her brain, Schiller looked at Natasha's face and said: "Although it is not polite to call such a beautiful lady a stupid fish, you do judge Too many mistakes, first of all..."

"Hey!"

The light of the knife flashed by, and the moment the wildness and ferocity under Natasha's beautiful human skin erupted, there was a big gash on Schiller's arm. The female agent was holding the dagger, and swung her arm forward again. The coldly shining blade slashed towards Schiller's throat.

Schiller let go and took two steps back. Natasha held her neck and took a deep breath. She looked at Schiller with a sneer and said, "What makes you think I will listen to your reasoning?"

She raised her right arm in front of her again, and at the same time burst forward, swinging the dagger downward with such force that it seemed that the weapon could split a person in half.

Schiller sideways out of the way of the dagger, and as his breath blew through the hair at the back of Natasha's head, he grabbed Natasha's wrist.

In an instant, the world was spinning, and at the second when she was grabbed by the wrist and fell to the ground, Natasha understood one thing - this man's strength was astonishingly strong, and his fighting skills were also very superb.

When the shadow fell, the female agent rolled on the spot to avoid the attack, put her hands on the ground, stood up deftly with her waist, then bowed slightly, staring at Schiller like a beast about to attack.

Schiller twisted her arm and looked at the wound on the outside of her arm. Natasha noticed that her breathing rate gradually became faster and her heartbeat began to become more and more clear.

Natasha didn't think too much about the premonition of danger coming like an oracle, and was urged by instinct to rush towards Schiller again. The arm muscles that had accumulated strength were fired like a slingshot, and the blade was like a flying boat piercing through the torrent, leaving a scar on the air.

What Natasha didn't expect was that Schiller didn't dodge at all. After taking the blow with his right shoulder, he bent down and hugged Natasha's right half of her body and threw her to the ground. An elbow directly broke two ribs on Natasha's left side.

The blood sprayed from Schiller's collarbone to the shoulder blades dripped on Natasha's neck. The female agent didn't make a sound even though her bones were broken. She knelt on the ground with her right leg and instinctively swiped her hand backwards.

Schiller leaned back, but he didn't dodge it completely, and there was another "squeak", and a shallow knife cut appeared on Schiller's face.

Schiller lowered his eyes and touched his face with the ring finger of his right hand. Looking at the blood on his finger, the red in his pupils became more intense.

Natasha flexibly rolled to the side, using her uninjured half of her body as a support, quickly adjusted her center of gravity, and hit Schiller's waist with a whip leg.

Schiller backed away and grabbed Natasha's knife-holding wrist with precision again. Natasha pulled him with all her strength.

The two hands were pulled from one side to the top of the head, and then to the other side. The two of them bumped from the table to the wall and then to the top of the wall. Everything they passed was knocked down, like a missile in the room. In the middle of the rampage, the place where he passed was a mess.

"boom!"

"Bang! Whoa!"

Schiller grabbed Natasha's arm and threw her directly on the bed. Natasha turned over again with difficulty, avoiding Schiller's hand that wanted to hold her down.

She knew that as long as she was fixed by Schiller, she would definitely become that fish with its belly ripped open.

She heard that Schiller's breathing was getting louder and faster, and the drumbeat bursting from his heart was like a note of death. Natasha knew that she had only one last chance to fight back, otherwise she would enter Schiele in his euphoric state will tear her apart with madness.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, her waist muscles contracted, her buttocks and leg muscles worked together, and kicked towards Schiller beside her, but this time, Schiller rolled flexibly and stood at the end of the bed again. Tasha's kick only landed on the edge of the bedside table.

"boom!"

The bedside table was kicked and flew out. It can be seen that the kick was so strong that the two drawers of the bedside table that hit the wall fell out. Natasha's pupils shrank when she saw something that fell out of it.

Schiller understood Natasha's intention in an instant, and he appeared beside Natasha at a speed that Natasha never expected, and he grabbed Natasha directly with his arms like catching an animal. Sha grabbed it, and strangled the female agent's neck tightly with one arm.

Natasha began to struggle frantically regardless of the pain, trying to pierce Schiller's arm with the hand that was still holding the knife, but when the blade fell, Schiller grabbed the wrist with the other free hand.

When the extremely heavy breathing rang in Natasha's ears, she trembled and twitched uncontrollably like a prey being dragged into the lair of a terrifying giant beast.

Crazy appetite, lust, sadism and endless morbidity are brewed into a heavy metal rock song in the heaving and falling of Schiller's chest, roaring and roaring, and the frightening primitive power is like the roar of an engine.

Natasha felt her wrist being pulled closer to her chest by Schiller, her eyes widened like a dying fish, until the dagger pierced into her chest and slowly slid down the abdomen .

Blood spewed out, and the strong smell of blood filled the whole room. Natasha was being cut open by the dagger in his hand, and the almost numb calmness that had been trained for many years was defeated almost instantly.

Schiller's breathing rate was getting higher and higher, and he was almost suffocated in the end, and his hands were getting tighter and tighter, as if he was very urgent.

Strangling a strong female agent by the neck, holding her in my arms, and then grabbing her hand to make her weapon cut herself open, this excitement is far greater than pressing a fish on the bed and opening its belly, the abyss is in Unexpectedly, it boiled up.

Right now, Natasha pulled Schiller's arm down with all her strength when Schiller's breath sank to the bottom, that is, when his muscles were in the most relaxed state following this breath, and broke free. In an instant, he staggered and rushed towards the opposite wall.

The prey in her arms disappeared, and during the few tenths of a second when Schiller focused his gaze, Natasha fell to the ground, but in the process of falling, she adjusted her posture perfectly and let herself fall on the ground. In front of the pistol.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the dark room, fire burst out, and three 9mm pistol bullets hit Schiller's body, causing him to take three steps back, hit the wall behind him, and fell slowly.

Natasha didn't have the strength to move any more. She was cut open three centimeters from the center of her chest to the top of her navel, allowing her internal organs to be seen directly.

Every time she took a hard breath, her internal organs were squeezed out, her ribs were roughly broken, and the bone fragments injured her lungs. There were at least dozens of muscle contusions all over her body. The impact caused internal bleeding, even for a modified body. The injury is a bit too severe for the super agent.

Schiller's situation was not much better. Even in the case of serious injuries, Natasha's marksmanship can be called precise and fierce. The first two shots hit near the heart, and the last shot hit the heart.

Natasha suddenly began to laugh in a low voice, regardless of her life that had almost passed to the end, she put her face on the floor on one side, looked at Schiller with somewhat bright eyes in the dark night, and listened to his excited voice. The heartbeat weakened at an extremely rapid rate until it was barely noticeable.

Schiller also showed a smile, his drooping face looked extraordinarily gloomy in the darkness, he clutched the wound on his heart weakly, and said in a voice almost breathless: "Good job, ma'am."

"You too. Doctor."

The room fell silent, and the sound of heartbeat and breathing became weaker and weaker until they disappeared completely. When everyone who woke up from the deep drunk rushed into the room when they heard the sound, they only saw two corpses.

At the same time, in the reception room of Asgard's Asgard, Stark folded his arms and looked at Strange and said, "Where did the Luo Ji you mentioned go? It's not just Luo Ji, how come Thor and Sif Missing too?"

"I knew I couldn't count on them at the critical moment!" Strange said angrily.

Suddenly, Stark was taken aback, and looked down at the watch on his wrist. Strange leaned over curiously and asked, "What's wrong?"

In the next second, Stark's roar echoed over Asgard.

"Schiller is dead again! He really went to find death!!!"

　sad (joy)

(End of this chapter)