I Am In Marvel

Inside the battleship's office.

Satana didn't know that she had walked on the brink of death, but looked at Kyle in the office chair with concern, waiting for his next instructions and instructions.

Seeing this, Kyle smiled secretly. The agents trained by the Soviet Red Room are indeed the world's top, from super agent potions to the abilities and qualities that agents should have.

Don't look at the fact that Shatana in front of her is just a special agent trainee. Her combat strength is placed in the entire US military base, and few soldiers or officers can beat her head-to-head.

in addition. Super strong combat capability is one aspect. This infiltrating and disguised as a timid and weak American female military doctor is as simple as drinking water normally.

It's a pity that I met him.

Kyle squinted slightly, Satana's sneak camouflage can be said to be perfect, but under the ability to draw cards, it is nothing.

No matter how carefully you plan, no matter how amazing your acting skills are, the bright blue ability card [Super Agent] on the back of your head will expose everything.

There was silence in the office for a while. After Kyle took a few sips of warm water, he waved to Satana who was standing, frowning slightly and said, "My head is a little dizzy, can you massage your head and shoulders? A little bit. Give me a massage."

"Ah." Satana hesitated for a moment, then nodded like a chicken, and walked around the desk in small steps to the back of Kyle's chair.

She didn't notice that when she passed the chair, there was a little coldness in Kyle's slightly opened blue eyes.

The best time to assassinate has been created, and then, Satana's life and death are all in her own hands.

Regardless of whether the other party is a hero in the future, as long as there is a little signal to launch an assassination attack, Kyle will kill her here without hesitation.

This is the bottom line of Kyle's principles! Against him, they can only lie on the ground and turn into a corpse.

"General, you can close your eyes a little, the massage will be much more comfortable." Satana whispered, and a pair of small hands slowly reached the back of Kyle's head.

"Okay, use some force." Kyle nodded in response, and while closing his eyes, his concentration tightened.

The opponent was not carrying a weapon, and his own muscle strength alone was not enough to break his neck. However, just in case, he had already put the Venom suit on his body into a state of defense ready to fight.

Soon, Satana's ten slender fingers landed on the back of Kyle's head, pressed them slightly, kneading down to the neck, shoulders, and then up to the forehead.

Kyle, whose body was a little tense and stiff, suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

What's up with this unexpected comfort?

I have to say that Satana's massage technique is very skilled and proficient, which should be one of the specialties learned by secret agents in training and disguise, plus the girl's fingers are slender and powerful...

Wait, that doesn't seem to be the point!

"Aren't you ready to shoot?" Kyle was puzzled, a little confused.

At this juncture of the war, the Soviet Red Room sent a super agent to lurking, if not for him, then for what.

Is the target person not him? Or maybe the purpose of the mission was not to assassinate him?

Thinking about it this way, it is true that although the Soviet Union likes to do things, it will not send agents to assassinate the new major general as an American hero during the Three Kingdoms Alliance.

Under Kyle's doubts, Satana massaged and kneaded for ten minutes before stopping, panting slightly and waving her sore fingers.

The density of the man's bones and muscles is much tougher than expected, as expected in the mission issued by the organization... super soldier ability.

Satana made up her mind and asked softly, panting behind Kyle's ear, "General Kyle, how are you feeling? Are you still dizzy?"

Kyle raised his head slightly, closed his eyes and said with enjoyment, "It's much better."

"That's good, but a large-scale war is about to begin. It's best to investigate any symptoms in advance."

When Satana said this, she paused and gave professional advice: "In order to prevent an emergency, the general had better poke a drop of blood on his finger and let me take it back to the infirmary for testing, and the physical examination can show the details of the body. situation."

"Oh, blood test?" Kyle opened his eyes completely at this time, showing such a subtle expression.

The agent mission, I didn't expect that it was just to get a little blood from him - the venom battle suit, even if he suffered skin trauma, he would not leave his blood on the previous battlefield.

A drop of blood doesn't seem to mean much. But after all, it is the Marvel world of high technology and biology. Who knows what those crazy scientists in the Soviet Union will do with this drop of blood.

When the time comes, get him a man-made man or something.

Now that he knows the purpose, Kyle doesn't have to act with the other party anymore, and his tone turns cold and says, "Is this your purpose?"

"What... purpose?" Satana, who was still behind the office chair, was stunned, and said softly, barely keeping her calm: "General Kyle, what are you talking about? It's just a simple... blood test."

Kyle threw out the sentence that defeated her last fluke line of defense, "Do you want to continue to pretend? The agent of the Soviet Red Room."

Before she could hear the words, Satana's face changed, and her hands suddenly slashed towards the back of Kyle's neck with a sharp slash of the hand knife, to knock him out.

"Play with you." Kyle snorted coldly, his movements were more responsive, and he raised his hands and grabbed back, holding the girl's uncrowded palms in his hands.

Satana tried to pull her hands away, but found that Kyle's hands were like steel pliers, and they couldn't even move a finger.

Just when she wanted to switch to kicking, a crushing force came from her arms, and then her whole body was lifted up and turned over, over Kyle's head 180 degrees, and smashed hard on the hardwood floor. on the desk-

‘Clap! ’

The desk collapsed and split to both sides, and Satana groaned in pain and lay on top of the scattered planks and documents.

"Cough cough."

Shatana just coughed and struggled to get up. Under her slightly terrified eyes, she saw the handsome young man throw aside the general coat he was wearing, revealing the inner venom battle suit that combines ruthlessness and killing.

"Very good, just stand up like this! Let me see the strength of being a Soviet super agent!"

Kyle looked at her indifferently, his muscles were vigorously highlighted under the black uniform, and the murderous aura condensed and enveloped the entire office.

He kneaded his fists, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said coldly, "I hope you can let me warm up a little before the war comes."