Natasha was startled. She thought she had hidden herself well, so how did this guy discover her?
"I don't have a gun on me. You can search me if you like." Natasha spread her arms and said to Johnson.
Natasha looked at Johnson. If he dared to approach, with her skill, she could subdue him in moments.
"I'll say it again, throw out the gun you have on you. Don't make me put a hole in your forehead." Johnson reprimanded, his expression unchanged.
Natasha's smile faded. It seemed this guy wasn't bluffing; he really knew she had a gun.
"Alright." Natasha shrugged helplessly, pulled a gun from her waist, and threw it out, looking at Johnson with an innocent expression. "There, it's gone now."
Yang Han would never believe this cunning woman. Double guns are Black Widow's standard equipment, aren't they? What do you mean by only throwing out one gun?
"There's another one! Make her throw it out!" Yang Han urged.
He wanted to avoid any accidents, not even the slightest!
"You still have another gun! Throw it out quickly! Don't make me repeat myself!" Johnson roared, glaring at Natasha.
Natasha felt a little annoyed. How did this guy find out?
Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, she knew that at such a close distance, she couldn't dodge it directly. She had no choice but to lift her skirt, revealing black tights underneath. A gun was tucked inside her right thigh. Natasha pulled it out and threw it on the ground.
Natasha looked at Johnson, saying helplessly, "This time, it's really gone."
"Very good! Make her come over! Then you'll be free." Yang Han was a little excited. With the danger eliminated and her approaching, he could transfer hosts. To be honest, he had been in a man's body long enough.
Upon hearing this, a flicker of joy crossed Johnson's face. He aimed the pistol at Natasha and shouted, "Walk over slowly. You'd better not make any sudden moves! Believe me, my bullet will definitely be faster than your actions!"
Because of Yang Han's possession, he had also become a small Superman, at least compared to ordinary people.
His reaction speed and physical fitness were several times that of an ordinary person, reaching Natasha's level.
Natasha raised her hands and slowly walked towards Johnson. A hint of joy also flashed in her eyes. Who was she? Black Widow! A Superhero Agent! Even without a gun, she was confident she could subdue Johnson within a few meters.
She was just worried about not getting close, and this guy actually created an opportunity for her. She didn't know what to say.
Should she say he was recklessly bold? Or should she praise him for doing a good job?
The distance between them grew shorter. Unbeknownst to each other, both felt a hint of joy in their hearts. Johnson felt that as soon as this woman approached him, he would be able to get rid of that monster. As for Natasha, she thought that as soon as she got close to him, she would be able to take down this recklessly bold gangster.
She would definitely teach him a good lesson then.
Yang Han was also extremely excited. With Natasha as his stepping stone, what genes couldn't be replicated?
The genes of the Green Hulk, Little Spider, Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver, and other Superheroes—he'd replicate them all! Then what Thanos? Could he withstand one of his punches?
Moreover, Natasha! Scarlett Johansson! How many people's goddess!
He could also get close to her, couldn't he?
In every aspect, Yang Han was incredibly excited.
Just as the distance between them was only two meters, Natasha was about to quickly move to take down the recklessly bold gangster when Johnson suddenly took a step forward. Because of this step, Johnson's body swayed, as if he had tripped. The sudden event left her no time to react.
The sudden fall surprised Johnson greatly. He instinctively reached out and grabbed Natasha's skirt. Under the immense force, Natasha's skirt was torn, revealing the black tights underneath. Natasha also staggered from the force and fell, landing on Johnson.
Yang Han took the opportunity to crawl along Johnson's back, up onto Natasha's tights, and hid beneath Natasha's auburn hair.
Natasha quickly reacted, kicking away Johnson's pistol and pressing her body onto Johnson's back, restraining his hands and subduing him.
Natasha felt a hint of doubt inside. Something felt strange. This was too smooth, as if everything had been pre-arranged.
And what was with this guy's eyes? Like the excitement of surviving a disaster, and pity for her?
However, Natasha didn't think much of it and directly dragged Johnson outside.
Outside the factory, the waiting Police watched Natasha push a young man out, all of them dumbfounded. They were no strangers to this young man; wasn't he the vicious gangster they had surrounded in the abandoned factory?
From his expression, it looked like he was happy to be caught.
"You'll hold this guy for now. Someone from above will come to take him away." Natasha pushed Johnson towards the Police car and said indifferently.
She was quite annoyed internally. What was wrong with Nick Fury?
This guy had powers? With powers, could he be so easily subdued by her?
To disturb her vacation for such a guy, she would have to protest properly when she got back.
"No problem, madam. Care for a drink sometime?" The slightly corpulent Director asked with a full smile, inviting her.
"No, thank you. I need to go home and rest now." Natasha smiled and declined.
"That's a real shame." The Police Chief said with a slight disappointment, then turned to begin the clean-up work for the aftermath.
Natasha walked along the road, her brows slightly furrowed, pondering what on earth Johnson's final gaze meant. She had lived for many years and seen many people and things. This Johnson would absolutely not have the guts to do such a thing. Was there a mastermind behind him?
Then she smiled again. She wasn't a detective; such matters were better left for Nick Fury to worry about. She just needed to follow orders.
She just didn't know that a pool of black liquid was slowly eroding her tights.
Chapter 3: First Meeting, Please Take Care of Me From Now On
"Natasha, how was the harvest?" Nick Fury called and asked with a laugh.
"You are truly wasting my time. I suspect you're deliberately retaliating against your subordinates." Natasha complained.
"Hmm? Tell me what happened." Nick Fury looked surprised. What did she mean by wasting her time?
"You said this guy was a mutant. I see him as just an ordinary person, and a clumsy thief at that. He doesn't seem like someone who could kill drug kingpins." Natasha shook her head and said.
From their brief interaction, she knew that this kind of person was not someone who could kill drug kingpins.
"This... I don't know either." Nick Fury was also puzzled. Logically, how could someone who could silently kill those drug kingpins not be a mutant?
As for the information being wrong?
That was absolutely impossible. If S.H.I.E.L.D.'s information was wrong, then no information in the World would be correct.
"I've already caught the person for you. The rest is up to you. I just hope you won't disturb my vacation again." Natasha yawned and said indifferently.
She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a strange fatigue.
Then she hung up the phone directly.
Nick Fury stroked his chin, pondering Johnson's situation.
However, he would only know once the guy arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D.