Marvel: The Imposter Inventor

Chapter 355 Infiltration 2
One of the prisoners suddenly sprang into action, plunging the scene into chaos.

More importantly, this prisoner was not only agile and nimble, but also seemed to possess remarkable regenerative abilities.

Many Skrulls around him immediately drew their guns and fired at him, but the few bullets that hit him only caused a few splatters of blood and had no other effect.

"Where are the combat personnel?! Call the combat personnel here! Civilians, evacuate this area!"

A Skrull who appeared to be in charge immediately shouted, but he himself was slowly backing away.

Natasha and the other woman were not too surprised by this.

According to what they've learned these past few days, most of the Skrull leadership has chosen not to have specific transformation genes implanted because they want to wait for the success of the 'Super Skrull' project.

This has resulted in the fact that, among the Skrulls today, those ordinary Skrulls who can transform into superhumans are actually the most powerful.

Soon, several Skrulls with transformation abilities stepped forward to intercept the prisoner who was trying to escape.

Among them were not only the usual ice and fire ability users, but Natasha even saw several Skrulls transformed into Steve charging to the front lines.

Just as the two were disrupted by this sudden turn of events.

Behind Natasha, however, was a Skrull who grabbed the flatbed cart she was using to push the prisoners and muttered a curse under his breath.

"Stop looking! Leave this to the combat personnel! Let's take these unconscious prisoners and evacuate first!"

As he spoke, the man glared at Natasha and the other woman.

The meaning is self-evident.

"You two idiots, you don't even know to run when there's danger? What are you standing there for?"

Seeing this, the two exchanged a glance, unsure of what to say. They quickly took their respective cars and followed the person who had spoken, winding their way into the depths of the base.

At this moment, perhaps due to the commotion at the shipyard, various alarm lights inside the base continued to flash incessantly.

In reality, apart from the small area where the actual fighting took place, the Skrulls in other locations were not too panicked.

He simply continued to busy himself with the tasks at hand, following the established routine.

Until their group of Skrulls, responsible for carrying the prisoners, arrived at a room that resembled a morgue, no further incidents occurred.

After the other Skrulls left their carts in the room and evacuated...

Only Natasha and the Skrull who had warned them to run remained in the room.

At this moment, the Skrull was taking out a tablet to record something, but seeing that the two were still standing there in a daze, he scolded them again, somewhat speechless.

"Why aren't you going to the mess hall for lunch? What are you doing here? Are you planning to stay and help me count the prisoners?"

The Skrull was initially just impatient and wanted the two of them to get lost.

However, Natasha's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she immediately seized the opportunity.

"No problem, we're not hungry yet."

Upon hearing this, the Skrull put the tablet down again and turned to look the two of them up and down.

"You grew up on Earth, didn't you? I hate you unruly guys the most!"

"Let me tell you, it's no use trying to please me. The spots for returning to space this time have already been decided. If you want to visit Her Majesty the Queen at the space station, remember to apply earlier next time."

With that, the Skrull waved his hand and lowered his head again to count and register.

Clearly, he believed that since he had said so much, these two 'country bumpkins' would not be so tactless as to stay any longer.

However, what he didn't notice was...

After he said "back to space," the two people next to him exchanged a glance and then quietly moved closer.

"Um... could you tell us what a space station is like? We've only ever heard about it before, we've never had the chance to speak." It was Natasha who spoke again.

The Naskreuts didn't seem surprised by this question, their tone still carrying a hint of impatience.

"What else could it be like? It's called a home, but it's just a base. Only you Earth-born guys would find it strange."

"No matter how advanced the space station is, once you're inside, it's just a lobby, rooms, and corridors. Do you think you can see the entire space station from outer space?"

"If it were really that good, why would we still care about Earth?"

Although the Skrull in front of me sounded impatient, he also seemed to be a chatterbox who couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Despite constantly complaining, his words always revealed a strange arrogance that said, "I was born in the Space, unlike you bunch of peasants."

As a seasoned agent, Natasha is all too familiar with this type of person.

While subtly complimenting the other party's background and lineage, he would occasionally flaunt his own materialistic "country bumpkin" ways, indirectly extracting information from the other party.

As expected, not long after, he revealed a lot of things, both things he could and couldn't say.

Perhaps for someone who comes from the Skrull stronghold of the space station, yet ends up in a marginal position like managing and registering prisoners.

Showing off his limited 'knowledge' is one of the rare pleasures he finds in this monotonous work.

However, even so.

When Natasha asked.

"Does this mean all prisoners will be sent to the space station?"

The Skrull, who was slightly stunned, still looked warily at the two 'fellows' beside him.

"No! You!"

He hadn't even finished uttering half a gasp of surprise.

Natasha, who had unknowingly moved closer to him, suddenly raised her foot and kicked his wrist, sending the tablet computer flying into the air.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out his arm, and from the 'Widow's Sting' under his sleeve, an electric dart shot out swiftly, hitting the Skrull in the chest.

Amidst a flash of blue lightning, the Skrull immediately fell backward.

But before he could even touch the ground, Bucky, the Winter Soldier, had already rushed forward, his metal arm, disguised as a projection, gripping his neck tightly.

A soft 'click' sounded.

The Skrull who had been chattering away just moments before was now completely silent.

On the other side, Natasha, who had caught the tablet falling from the sky, glanced casually at the corpse on the ground before looking back at Bucky in front of her.

"There are no security cameras here, shall we do it?"

Upon hearing this, Bucky glanced at Natasha, who was holding a tablet, and spoke up decisively.

"Let me do it."

As he spoke, he twisted his wristwatch, sending out a blue beam of light to scan the corpse on the ground.

The next moment, a blue light flashed.

Although they are all green, they don't seem to have changed much.

But Bucky had indeed transformed into the talkative Skrull from before.

"Put this guy in the closet, and we'll call another one for you to use."

(End of this chapter)