Jason Is Still a Child, Don't Beat Him to Death

"Boss, you went too far, especially for a lady."

Natasha touched her lacerated face, looked in the mirror, and was very dissatisfied. Even if the wounds healed, they would leave scars; in other words, she was disfigured.

As a female intelligence agent, disfigurement meant being relegated to the sidelines, and she was honorably laid off at the young age of 16!

Natasha woke up to a new boss and had her face broken by a colleague. She was very unhappy, but reality is that you have to put up with it even if you're unhappy. She couldn't feel hostility towards Russell, or even resist any of his requests. Even if Russell told her to do this or that, she had to do it and couldn't do that or that.

Russell didn't say anything, but pinched Natasha's chin, reached out and pulled out a chicken leg out of thin air, pried open her mouth, and stuffed it in, bone and all.

Before Natasha could react, her mouth was stuffed full of greasy food, and then Russell slapped her back hard. She straightened her back and swallowed the chicken leg in one gulp.

"Ugh! Cough cough—"

Driven by her instinct to swallow the foreign object, Natasha bent down and put her hand in her mouth, trying to spit out the unknown object she had eaten. However, she vomited up all the acid in her stomach, but the chicken leg was still nowhere to be found.

"BOSS, what's that?"

Natasha asked stiffly, then looked up and saw herself in the mirror, freezing in place. She touched her face in disbelief, finding her injuries completely healed, her skin smooth and supple, without a trace of bruising.

Not only that, the burns from the electric shock and the hidden injuries from training were completely cured, and my whole body felt light, as if I could fly by patting my arms.

She can't fly unless Russell uses some kind of skill on her; this is just a metaphor to describe Natasha's current excellent condition!

"BOSS, what's that?"

The same question, but with a completely different tone. Natasha stared at Russell with shining eyes, grabbed his arm, and rubbed her large penis against his arm. "Boss, do you still have that thing? My injury hasn't healed yet."

Russell pressed her face and pushed her aside. "That's all, that was my last stock."

Pshaw, who would believe that!

Natasha pursed her lips. Although she couldn't see the shape of the unidentified object clearly, an item that could instantly heal all the injuries on her body was definitely priceless. If it was the last of her stock, Russell would never use it on her.

Russell scrutinized Natasha from head to toe, making her skin crawl. "Romanoff, do you know why I cured you?"

Natasha subconsciously took two steps back and chuckled dryly, "Boss, you can just call me Natasha, no need to be so polite."

Natasha herself didn't believe it was because of her beauty, given the interrogation process was tantamount to disfigurement. If she had to pinpoint a reason, she believed the causes of treatment and Enslavement were the same: Russell had taken advantage of her value.

Russell put on a smiling face and said in a gentle tone, "Natasha, do you crave power?"

"No, I want to be a normal person!" Sensing ill intent, Natasha shook her head repeatedly, skillfully shifting the blame. "Boss, if you still need people, I can recommend a few to you. They are the best people in the Red Room, any one of them is better than me. In fact, I can't even compare to one of their little fingers."

"Really? But I think you're much better than them."

"No, no, that's because you haven't seen how outstanding they are..." In order to protect herself, Natasha decisively pulled out a scapegoat. "How about this, I'll take you to the Red Room and snatch them all away."

Russell hesitated for a moment. "No rush, we can talk about the Red Room later."

Natasha chuckled dryly, "Then I..."

Russell patted Natasha on the shoulder and said with a kind smile, "Don't worry, I have high hopes for you."

"Hehe!"

At the far end of the base's underground level, the laboratory!

Researchers came and went, repeatedly confirming that the previously damaged equipment had been repaired. Natasha lay listlessly in the cold experimental chamber. Knowing that the experiment was Super Soldier enhancement, she had a sour face. In her view, it was no different from courting death, and she regarded the experimental chamber as her final resting place, a coffin made of steel.

Standing at 1.7 meters tall, clad in athletic shorts and a bra, Natasha's alluring curves drew frequent glances from the researchers. It must be said, she truly knew how to use her beauty; even without uttering a word, a mere look was enough to make the researchers' hearts race.

A few infatuated men, unable to bear seeing Natasha perish, advised Russell to find another target and keep her for his leisure time.

Russell slapped those guys away, telling them to get lost, and took charge of the operation himself. Following the same steps as Bucky's enhancement, the second experiment proceeded smoothly: microinjections were performed into muscle groups to alter the cells, followed by a stable electrical input, and then VITA radiation were used to penetrate the entire body, completing the cell enhancement and reorganization.

Natasha's resilience exceeded Russell's expectations. She truly deserves to be called a top-notch female agent produced by the Red Room, and her ability to endure pain is even stronger than Bucky's.

In the plan, Russell would use a contract to manipulate Natasha to endure the torment, but she managed to get through it on her own. Only when the VITA radiation were charged to more than 80% did she finally let out a scream.

The experiment was successfully completed. Natasha stood in the experimental chamber, drenched in sweat and panting heavily. Her skin was fair, her limbs were much slimmer than before the experiment, her pectoral muscles were well-developed, and she had evolved from ordinary 3D to IMAX-3D. Her facial features had also become softer, and all the best features of her womanhood were amplified.

Russell took out his notebook and wrote down a passage, "Super Soldier Serum has body-shaping effects."

Breathing quickened in the lab as a group of researchers rushed over, trying to help Natasha out of the experimental chamber, only to be knocked down one by one by her with groin kicks. The transformative process was too painful; she needed to release her mental stress. Unable to deal with Russell, she targeted the lecherous researchers.

"BOSS!!!"

Natasha glared at Russell through gritted teeth; if she could, she would have loved to die with Russell.

"Natasha, how are you feeling?" Russell closed his notebook and looked Natasha up and down. The America's Ass still hadn't appeared. Steve was a natural oddball; in terms of perkiness, Natasha was far inferior to him.

"I'm fine, I just want to kill someone."

"Sure, I've picked out an opponent for you. You can kill her if you want." Russell nodded. After undergoing inhumane modifications, Natasha did need to vent, and this was a good opportunity to test her combat parameters.

Russell led Natasha to the metal-structured training room. On the other side, a dazed Bucky was also brought over. The soldiers who accompanied them also pushed over two shelves filled with melee weapons.

The gate was sealed shut, Russell remained in the laboratory to observe the battle, holding the Thunder Beast that served as a brake in his arms.

"Boss, is he also someone who has been enhanced by the serum?" Natasha looked at Bucky warily. The latter's eyes were lifeless, like a walking corpse, but his whole body exuded Beast- like aggression. He was a very dangerous character. Before the enhancement, Natasha knew she wouldn't dare to fight Bucky.

Russell nodded. "That's right. Just a friendly reminder, watch out for his mechanical arm; it's one of my masterpieces."

Natasha picked through the shelves, brandished a dagger, and tossed it back. "Boss, would you mind if I removed his mechanical arm?"

"No problem, I'd be very happy if you could do it." Russell said, taking two steps back and whispering to Bucky, "Winter Soldier! Mechanical arm! Van♂! Curvy ass!"

These words are Bucky's start switch, which Russell made up on the spot and has no special meaning.

Bucky's unfocused gaze gradually turned cold and fierce. With a roar, he charged towards Natasha. His speed was extremely fast; in the blink of an eye, his metal fist was close to Natasha's temple.

Natasha leaned to the side, grabbed the incoming mechanical arm with both hands, flipped in mid-air, stretched out her legs like scissors, clamped Bucky's head, and fell to the ground with him.

Armbar!

Natasha hugged the mechanical arm tightly with both hands, while clamping her legs together, one leg pressing against Bucky's neck and the other pressing against his chest, locking him firmly to the ground.

A practical technique that can force an opponent to submit, and when used by a woman, it can compensate for the difference in strength. However, this move is not very effective against mechanical opponents. Bucky snorted coldly, and his mechanical arm bent with force, throwing the tightly entangled Natasha into the air.

Ten minutes later...

The training room door opened, Bucky, as if power had been cut off, lost all power and was handcuffed and taken away by the researchers.

Natasha covered the bruises on her face and said indignantly, "Boss, this is not fair. He is not human in part."

"Alright, let's change the opponent." Russell thought for a moment, then lifted the Thunder Beast by the scruff of its neck, holding it in mid-air. "How about it? Are you confident?"

Natasha shook her head inwardly. During the experiment, she had seen an enlarged version of the Thunder Beast, which was not a species from Earth at all.

"Jason, come over here and spar with Natasha."

Jason emerged from the shadows outside the training room, looking down at Natasha with eyes and a mask that were equally cold and ruthless.

Natasha pursed her lips and grinned. "Boss, I really like this opponent."

Women are all petty. Natasha remembered Jason's previous hospitality. Her wound had healed, but the pain remained etched in her memory.

Russell said sternly, "Natasha, I need to warn you first: don't take this opportunity to retaliate. This is just a test. Jason is still a child; don't kill him."

Natasha picked up the dagger. "Of course, I promise I won't kill him!"