American comics: Starting as the Jinchūriki of the One-Tailed Beast

Chapter 77 Bloodline Limit: Wood Release

new York.

Villas in the Upper East Side.

Having just finished a deep conversation with Gwen, Roy lay on the bed, stroking Gwen's sharply defined shoulders while unconsciously pondering the three ultimate philosophical questions.

who am I?

where am i from?

Where should I go?

Although he was in a state of sage mode, free from desires and with an extremely calm mind, he still couldn't come up with the perfect answers to these three ultimate questions.

Just then, his phone, which he had placed on the bedside table, rang.

He picked up the phone casually and frowned slightly when he saw that the caller ID showed an unknown number without a contact name.

A few seconds later, he answered the phone.

Before he could speak, a mature and pleasant female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello Mr. Roy, I'm Maria Hill from S.H.I.E.L.D. We've met before."

"I'm sorry to call you so late. I hope I haven't disturbed your rest."

Agent Hill?

A hint of surprise flashed across Roy's face.

Immediately afterward, an idea popped into his mind.

Judging from the timeline, we're now roughly at the point in time of the first Avengers movie.

Without wasting time thinking, he asked, "What is it?"

"Half an hour ago, two aliens of unknown origin broke into one of our secret bases and stole an item."

"If it's convenient for you, we'd like to ask you to help us retrieve the stolen items."

Agent Hill replied quickly.

She didn't say what the stolen items were, nor did she say who the aliens who broke into the base were.

However, even if she didn't say it, Roy could guess that what was stolen was the Tesseract.

As for the two aliens who broke into the base...

He is currently unable to confirm the other party's specific identity.

However, one thing he was certain of was that Loki was definitely not one of the two aliens.

As for why, the reason is very simple.

Because Loki was confined by Odin.

Loki did not attempt to completely destroy Jotunheim as depicted in the movie.

However, considering that he had deliberately disrupted Thor's succession ceremony and lured Thor to Jotunheim, Odin punished him with a ten-year confinement, forcing him to stay in his palace to reflect on his actions.

To prevent him from sneaking out, Odin used his divine power to seal the palace, turning it into a prison.

Just as Roy was pondering whether Thanos had sent two henchmen to Earth or had come personally with his forces, Agent Hill—or more precisely, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s commission—passed the system's assessment.

[Commission: Help S.H.I.E.L.D. retrieve the Tesseract]

[Status: Incomplete]

[Reward for the Commission: Bloodline Limit: Wood Release (Hashirama Senju Version)]

Seeing the reward from the system, Roy smiled with satisfaction and asked Agent Hill, "How much are you planning to pay me this time?"

"$5 million!"

Agent Hill replied immediately without any hesitation.

"That's quite generous!"

"I'll take this commission!"

"Send the intelligence you currently possess to the firm's work email address."

After saying that, Roy hung up the phone before Agent Hill could reply.

Who called?

Gwen looked up at him tenderly and asked softly.

"A senior female agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Roy replied.

Female agent?

Upon hearing his answer, Gwen immediately thought of Natasha and asked, "Natasha?"

"It wasn't her, it was someone else."

Roy put the phone back on the bedside table and said slowly.

"Is this female agent pretty?" Gwen raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.

"She's alright looking."

"But compared to you, I'm far inferior."

Roy replied with a serious expression.

at the same time.

Moscow.

Inside an abandoned building next to the railway tracks.

Third floor.

Natasha, with her beautiful face, wearing a black miniskirt and black stockings that perfectly showcased her sexy figure, had her hands firmly tied to a chair.

Three men were standing in front of her.

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One was General Georgy Luchkov, with a full head of white hair and wearing a military uniform.

The other two were General Luchkov's men.

One was wearing a black leather jacket, and the other was wearing a black casual suit.

Snapped!

The man in the black leather jacket approached Natasha and slapped her hard across the face.

"Tonight is not quite what I expected."

General Luchkov said to Natasha.

"I know what you're thinking!"

"Believe me, the situation is much better than you expect."

Natasha looked calmly at General Luchkov and spoke slowly.

Who do you work for now?

"Lemantov?"

"Does he think we need his permission to move the goods?"

General Luchkov looked at Natasha with great interest and continued speaking.

Although he is no longer young, he still has a great interest in Natasha.

If Natasha didn't have any other identity, he wouldn't mind spending a pleasant evening with her.

The leather-clad man who had just slapped Natasha stepped forward again, grabbed the back of the chair, and gently pushed it, causing the chair to tilt towards the courtyard.

Natasha glanced at the middle-aged man with feigned fear, then turned to General Luchkov and said slowly, "I thought General Sorokhov was in charge of the export business."

The man in the leather jacket steadied the tilted chair.

"Solohob?"

General Luchkov said with a look of disdain, "He's just a middleman; your intelligence is outdated."

"The famous Black Widow, it seems now, is nothing more than a pretty vase."

"Do you really think I'm pretty?" Natasha asked.

General Luchkov did not answer her question, but gave the man in the leather jacket a look.

Without hesitation, the man in the leather jacket approached Natasha again, grabbed her hair with his left hand, and pinched her cheek with his right, forcing her to open her mouth.

"Go back and tell Lemantov that it's none of his business to interfere with our cargo transportation; he's finished."

"However, you can only write it down and tell him."

General Luchkov turned around and went to a box behind him, where he picked up a pair of pliers.

Just then, a cell phone rang.

The man in the casual suit immediately took out his phone and answered the call.

He then turned and handed the phone to General Luchkov, frowning as he said, "Looking for her."

General Luchkov took the phone and quickly said, "Listen carefully—"

Before he could finish speaking, Coulson's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You are on the third floor of Zorensky Square at number 114. There is an F-22 on standby 13 kilometers away."

"Let that woman answer the phone, or you won't get to the front hall, and I'll order the whole street to be blown up."

General Luchkov's expression immediately turned extremely ugly. He took his phone and walked up to Natasha, placing it to her ear.

Natasha immediately tilted her head and held the phone between her shoulder and ear.

We need you back immediately.

Coulson said quickly.

"Are you kidding me? I'm working."

Natasha frowned.

"The situation here is more urgent," Coulson continued.

Natasha replied helplessly, "I've already interrogated him halfway through, and this idiot has already told me everything."

"I didn't say anything!" General Luchkov looked at his subordinates beside him in confusion.

Natasha gave General Luchkov a look that said, "You've told me everything," and continued, "Listen carefully, I can't leave now."

"Natasha, the Tesseract has been stolen, and the Director and Barton have been mind-controlled by the enemy."

"Wait a moment."

After saying that, Natasha looked at General Luchkov and gestured for him to take the phone away.

Without much thought, General Luchkov approached Natasha and reached for the phone.

The moment his right hand touched the phone, Natasha kicked him hard in the "most painful spot for a man" with her right foot.

The excruciating pain, beyond words, caused his legs to buckle, and he uncontrollably knelt down.

Bang!

Without any hesitation, Natasha immediately headbutted him, knocking him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, they got up and attacked the two middle-aged men.

Coulson held up his phone, listening calmly to the sounds of blows and shouts coming from it.

After a fluid and skillful fight, Natasha easily knocked down the two middle-aged men, used a nearby chain to bind General Luchkov's right leg, and pushed him off the courtyard.

After doing all that, she picked up her phone, which was still on a call, and her black high heels, and asked Coulson, "Where are Fury and Barton now?"

"I don't know," Coulson replied.

"Are they still alive?" Natasha continued to ask.

"He should still be alive. We'll discuss the specifics when you return."

"But before you come back, you should go and have a chat with the big guy."

Coulson spoke slowly.

"Coulson, you should know that Stark has no trust in me whatsoever," Natasha replied with a smile.

"I'll take care of the big spenders, you take care of the big guys," Coulson corrected Natasha.