"Cough, cough, cough..."
With a violent fit of coughing, Natasha endured the excruciating pain and struggled to her feet, using her one remaining unbroken arm to brace herself against the wall.
At this moment, she looked utterly disheveled. Her black skintight suit, which had once highlighted her curvaceous figure, was ripped open in several places, leaving none of its former beauty or sexiness.
After spending so many years as the famous Black Widow, this was the first time she had come so close to death. A powerful fear rose uncontrollably within her.
Just as Natasha staggered toward the car, intending to have the accompanying agents take her to the hospital for examination and treatment, she suddenly discovered that a girl with long golden hair was standing before her. The girl raised both hands with a holy expression and spoke three words.
"Holy Light Technique!"
In an instant!
A pillar of light brighter and more dazzling than the sun enveloped her completely from head to toe.
Before she could even grasp what had happened, all her injuries—including her broken bones and damaged internal organs—had fully recovered in less than two seconds.
More importantly, the incomparably warm feeling was like returning to her mother's embrace, making it impossible not to lose herself in it.
"Thank you very much!"
Faced with a power akin to a "miracle," even the Black Widow could not help but feel a trace of reverence. She lowered her head and gave Saber a deep bow in an exceptionally humble posture.
Now she finally understood why the director placed such importance on these three young people of unknown origin.
Leaving aside everything else, this healing ability alone was enough to drive religious organizations and believers around the world mad.
You must know that although humanity's technological level had entered