"Hey, beautiful. Fancy meeting you." The tall woman wore a black leather eyepatch. She sized up Black Widow's face, then glanced at the suitcase from the corner of her eye.
"Hey, little girl. You moved pretty fast too." The patronizing address made the tall woman pause slightly, and then Black Widow's whip kick was already in front of her.
The kick had both power and speed, along with the advantage of a surprise attack. The tall woman did not take it head-on. Instead, she stepped back twice with an ingenious footwork technique, neatly evading the kick's range.
Black Widow knew her plan had gone wrong again. Now, she could only do this the hard way!
She lamented inwardly that ever since joining the Avengers, she seemed to have been infected by those people. A top agent like her was being used as a soldier, charging and fighting head-on every day. She had finally wanted to return to her old trade and recapture the feeling of the past, only for unexpected factors to ruin it again.
While complaining that the Avengers had a terrible influence, she seized the chance to rush out the door.
She sprinted down the corridor. When she spotted a floor-to-ceiling window, she curled herself into a ball, abruptly accelerated, and slammed shoulder-first into the glass.
Had she gone insane? This was the eleventh floor! Before the tall woman could even finish being shocked, she was already a step behind at every turn. When she reached the window, she saw Black Widow gripping a dagger, moving through the night like a nimble ghost. Her dagger stabbed into the wall and carved a vertical line downward, using it to offset her fall.
It looked stylish, but in reality, it was a severe test of balance, arm strength, and the