Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

She saw a large man wearing a simple down jacket walk in.

Tall, strong, and dangerous.

The other person was wearing a mask, so their face was not visible.

Especially when she saw that the burly man didn't order anything but walked straight towards her, Natasha's guard reached its peak.

Although he appeared calm and collected, sipping his coffee and looking out the window, he was actually keeping a close eye on the man out of the corner of his eye, and his body was slightly tense, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

The burly man seemed unaware of Natasha's guard and simply plopped down opposite her.

Natasha then feigned surprise and looked at the burly man, asking in Russian, "Sir, I don't think I know you. There are still many empty seats here."

"I came here specifically to see you, Ms. Natasha Romanov."

The burly man removed his mask, revealing Reicher's rugged face, and responded in fluent Russian.

Rachel is multilingual.

His mother was French, fluent in French, and had learned Spanish, German, Arabic, and Russian while serving as a U.S. military policeman.

When her real name was called, Natasha's emerald eyes narrowed, her heart filled with horror.

When she was out and about, she used aliases for all her identities.

Apart from a few people like Red Room, no one knew her real name was Natasha Romanov.

She's been exposed?

In that instant, Natasha's mind was racing.

The man's face was clearly not Eastern European, but rather that of a typical white person. The presence of a strange white man in Russia is problematic in itself.

The other party's words and actions revealed the demeanor of a soldier.

Natasha immediately guessed, but instead of saying it aloud, she asked.

"Who are you?"

Her voice was slightly hoarse, but very pleasant to hear.

"You can call me Raiche."

Rachel was surprised. He was a battle-hardened soldier with exceptional observation and analysis skills. Natasha was analyzing him, and he was analyzing her in return.

Although Natasha remained outwardly calm, Reicher actually sensed a dangerous aura emanating from her.

He believed that if he made even the slightest unnecessary movement, it was highly likely that he would launch a fierce and fatal attack.

This is actually quite unusual.

It's not that Rachel is bragging, but he is exceptionally talented and has honed extremely strong fighting and combat skills through years of military service.

Unless it's his own boss or a mutant, very few people can make him feel this kind of danger.

Moreover, she was a woman.

Physically, women are inherently vastly different from men, being completely outmatched in strength, speed, reflexes, weight, and so on.

This is an almost insurmountable gap.

But with Natasha, this divide seemed to have no effect. She was like a fierce and wary female leopard, ready to tear his chest open with her claws at any moment.

Because of Pierce, that big mole.

Reacher was well aware of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation into Natasha.

The spy organization called Red Room must have deep roots to be able to cultivate a woman like that; no wonder the BOSS took a liking to her.

"Whom do you represent? The FBI? The CAI? The DIA? Or the NSA?"

"I am not a government employee."

Rachel replied succinctly, "Someone is on a mission to assassinate you."

He took a cell phone out of his pocket, placed it on the table in front of Natasha, and gestured for her to look at it.

Natasha frowned slightly upon hearing this.

She reached out and picked up her phone, but her attention didn't completely leave Rachel.

When Natasha turned on the screen, the information that appeared on it gave her a jolt.

Clinton Francis Patton, a Level 7 Agent of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency.

Detailed information, number of classified missions executed.

There are also her data and information, including everything from the Red House.

That's right, Reacher completely betrayed S.H.I.E.L.D., all to gain Natasha's trust.

He succeeded.

Some incidents that occurred during classified missions were covered up and disguised as accidents.

Natasha had heard all about these incidents. If these missions were real, then the other party must be one of the world's top agents.

Natasha herself didn't think she could succeed due to the difficulty of the task.

These classified documents are not something that ordinary people can obtain, and Natasha believed most of what Reichel said.

The remaining part is the vigilance that Natasha herself has cultivated; she will not completely trust anyone.

Anyone!!

This is how she protects herself.

"Who exactly are you?"

Natasha handed the phone back, and after watching Reichel take it, she asked him seriously.

"The person who can pull you out of the abyss, if you're willing, you can meet my BOSS. You have three minutes to consider."

"Now."

Natasha gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

She wasn't stupid. The data provided by Reich showed that the Department called the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency, even with just some simple information, demonstrated an immense amount of power.

This shocked Natasha.

A world-class organization, yet the Red Room's top spy had never heard of it.

This demonstrates the immense power of its energy.

If these materials did not contain information about the background of the Red House, or even detailed information about Drekoff, the person in charge behind the Red House, she would have even thought that the department was fictitious.

In addition, the other party can easily find you when you are hiding or disguised.

It is evident that the power behind Rachel is also unimaginably vast.

Natasha herself had the idea of ​​defecting from the Red Room, and Reicher seized on this point as a condition.

It was a perfect match, and Natasha had no reason to refuse.

The only thing to worry about is escaping one wolf's den only to fall into another.

But Natasha, who was suffering greatly, was willing to take the gamble.

Having received an affirmative answer, Raiche nodded: "Come with me."

He stood up and left the coffee shop with Natasha.

Meanwhile, Klint, who had arrived in St. Petersburg, received the news.

"Agent Hawkeye, the target has disappeared."

Clint: ? ? ?

Clint drove an ordinary local car and parked it on the side of the street. Listening to the conversation in his earpiece between the agents assisting the Russian branch, he was full of questions.

"Disappeared?"

"Yes, we have been monitoring the target beyond visual range, but just ten minutes ago, after she left her original residence, her trail was deliberately erased."

"All the pinhole cameras were removed, and the satellite signals being used here were tampered with. Our people tracked them down and found that the target's last location was a coffee shop."

Clint was stunned when he heard this.

What does this mean?

The mission was just about to begin, and it's already over?

Even someone as ruthless as Hawkeye was utterly helpless at this moment.

"Is it still possible to investigate?"

"We are mobilizing our resources here to track it down, and we believe we can find it."

"Okay, as soon as possible."

Hawkeye has a lot of confidence in the capabilities of his department, even in this enormous country.