Chapter 1634 Fishing Day (End)

Chapter 1607 Fishing Day (End)

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

"Madam, you are drunk, you should go back and rest quickly." Schiller grabbed the door handle with an expression of sending guests away.

"First of all, I'm not drunk. Secondly, you must stop what you are doing immediately. It's not that it's evil or anything, but... you can't do that." Natasha said while shaking her body back and forth.

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

"You know what I mean!" Natasha gritted her teeth and stared at Schiller with her eyes 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 his clothes, and even the tie knot was perfectly symmetrical. The whole person was meticulous.

This image made Natasha even more annoyed, as if her anger was groundless and unreasonable. If there were onlookers now, they would definitely think so, that a reckless drunkard broke into the gentleman's room and disturbed his rest.

A trace of cold sweat climbed up Natasha's back. She looked at Schiller with a slightly distracted look and said, "How many people have you made disappear like this?"

Schiller was about to continue to see the guests off, but Natasha directly pushed the door open with one arm and said, "No matter how many there are, I will not be one of them. Let me in."

"You have nothing to do here, ma'am, believe me." Schiller let go of his hand helplessly and stepped back to let Natasha in.

Natasha really only saw the ordinary bed, which was made very neatly. Even the most picky people could not find any faults, or it was a bit too meticulous. It didn't look like a place to rest, but more like a stage.

In a drunken state, Natasha saw a fish bouncing on Schiller's bed. Its viscera kept spilling out from its cut abdomen, staining the entire bed sheet red, and blood flowed to the ground.

Schiller pressed the waist and abdomen, which had the strongest reflexes, under the knee of one leg. The knife tip cut open the chest, and the process was very slow. Most of the intact viscera were squeezed out by the frightened fish struggling hard.

Where is the other hand?

When Natasha thought of this, an irresistible force pushed her against the wall. A pale and powerful hand tightly grasped her neck. Yes, Natasha thought, that hand was on her neck.

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, and the alcohol 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 have indeed made too many misjudgments. First of all..."

"Swish!"

The knife flashed, and the wildness and cruelty under Natasha's beautiful skin burst out at the moment. Schiller's arm had a big cut. The female agent was holding the dagger, and her arm swung forward again, and the cold blade slashed towards Schiller's throat.

Schiller let go and stepped back two steps. Natasha covered her neck and took a deep breath. She sneered at Schiller and said, "What makes you think I will listen to your reason?"

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

Schiller dodged the dagger's trajectory sideways, and when his breath blew through Natasha's hair behind her head, he grabbed Natasha's wrist.

In an instant, the world spun around, and in the second when she was grabbed by the wrist and flipped over and fell to the ground, Natasha understood one thing - this man was incredibly strong and his fighting skills were also very superb.

When the shadow fell, the female agent rolled on the ground to avoid the attack, supported the ground with her hands, and stood up nimbly with the power of her waist, then bent slightly, staring at Schiller like a beast about to attack.

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

The premonition of danger came like an oracle. Natasha didn't think too much, and was urged by instinct to rush towards Schiller again. The arm muscles that accumulated strength fired like a slingshot, and the blade was like a flying boat cutting through the rapids, leaving a scar in the air.

What Natasha didn't expect was that Schiller didn't dodge at all. He used his right shoulder to bear the blow, then bent over and hugged Natasha's right half body and threw her to the ground, breaking two ribs on Natasha's left side with his elbow.

The blood spurting from Schiller's clavicle to his shoulder blade dripped onto Natasha's neck. The female agent didn't make a sound even though her bones were broken. She half-knelt on the ground with one right leg and instinctively slashed backwards with her hand.

Schiller leaned back, but didn't completely dodge. With another "swish", a shallow 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 rolled to the side flexibly, using the half of her body that was not injured as support, quickly adjusted her center of gravity, and attacked Schiller's waist with a whip kick.

Schiller retreated to avoid it, and once again accurately grabbed Natasha's wrist holding the knife. Natasha tried her best to pull him.

Two hands pulled from the side to the top of the head, and then to the other side. The two people crashed from the table to the wall and then to the top of the wall. Everything was knocked down wherever they passed, like a missile rushing through the room, leaving a mess wherever they passed.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Crash!"

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

She knew that as long as she was fixed by Schiller, she would definitely become the fish that was gutted.

She heard Schiller's panting getting louder and faster. The drumbeats bursting from his heart were like notes urging her to die. Natasha knew that she had only one last chance to fight back, otherwise Schiller, who was in an excited state, would tear her apart with madness.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, contracted her waist muscles, and used her hip and leg muscles to kick Schiller beside her. But this time, Schiller rolled flexibly and stood at the end of the bed again. Natasha's kick only hit the edge of the bedside table.

"Bang!"

The bedside table was kicked out directly, which showed how powerful the kick was. The two drawers of the bedside table that hit the wall fell out. Natasha's pupils shrank when she saw something falling out of it.

Schiller understood Natasha's intention in an instant. He appeared at Natasha's side at a speed that Natasha had never expected and faster than before. He grabbed Natasha with his arms like grabbing an animal, and then strangled the female agent's neck with one arm.

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

When the extremely heavy breathing sounded in Natasha's ears, she was like a prey dragged into the lair of a terrifying giant beast, shaking and twitching uncontrollably.

Crazy appetite, lust, sadism and endless morbidity were brewed into a heavy metal rock in the ups and downs of Schiller's chest, roaring, roaring, and the terrifying primitive power was like the roar of an engine.

Natasha felt her wrist being pulled by Schiller and gradually approaching her chest. She stared wide-eyed like a dying fish until the dagger pierced her chest and slowly slid down along her abdominal cavity.

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

Schiller's breathing rate became higher and higher, and he was almost suffocated in the end. His hands were clenched tighter and tighter, as if he was very anxious.

Grasping a strong female agent by the neck and holding her in his arms, and then holding her hands to let her weapon cut herself open, this stimulation is much greater than pressing a fish on the bed and disemboweling it. The abyss boiled up unexpectedly.

Right now, when Schiller's breath sank to the bottom, that is, when his muscles were in the most relaxed state with this breath, Natasha used all her strength to pull Schiller's arm down, and the moment she broke free, she staggered towards the opposite wall.

The prey in her arms disappeared, and in the few seconds that Schiller's eyes used to focus, Natasha fell to the ground, but in the process of falling, she perfectly adjusted her body posture and let herself fall in front of the pistol.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fire splashed in the dark room, and three 9mm pistol bullets hit Schiller's body, making him retreat three steps in succession, hit the wall behind him, and slowly fell down.

Natasha also had no strength to move anymore. She was cut from the center of her chest to three centimeters above her navel, and her internal organs could be directly seen.

Every time she took a hard breath, her internal organs were squeezed out. Her ribs were broken roughly, causing bone fragments to injure her lungs. She had at least dozens of muscle contusions all over her body, and the impact caused internal bleeding. Even for a super agent who had undergone human body modification, this injury was a bit too severe.

Schiller's condition was not much better. Even when seriously injured, Natasha's shooting skills could be called accurate 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 was almost gone, she put her face on the floor on one side, looked at Schiller with some shining eyes in the dark, and listened to his excited heartbeat weakening at a very fast speed until it was barely noticeable.

Schiller also smiled, and his drooping face looked particularly dark in the darkness. He covered the wound on his heart with some weakness, and said in a voice that was almost out of breath: "Good job, lady."

"You too, doctor."

The room fell silent, the heartbeat and breathing became weaker and weaker, until they disappeared one after another. When the people who were awakened from their drunkenness by the sound rushed into the room, they only saw two bodies.

At the same time, in the reception room of Asgard Palace, Stark hugged his arms and looked at Strange and said, "Where did the Loki you mentioned go? Not only Loki, but also Thor and Sif are missing?"

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

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

The next second, Stark's roar echoed over Asgard.

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

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