An abandoned factory stood by a railway tunnel.
It was the perfect place to dispose of traitors and spies. The train whistles would drown out the enemy's screams and the sounds of evil at work.
An old man in military uniform fiddled with the tools on the table, handling the pliers, hammer, and assorted knives one by one.
"Sir, we caught her."
A young man came up the stairs, followed by two men dragging a woman between them.
The woman wore a little black evening dress. Although a cloth bag covered her head, her sizzling figure made it obvious that she was an absolute knockout.
The two men forced her into a wooden chair, tied down her arms and legs, then stepped aside.
The old man gave someone beside him a look, and the man took the hint and removed her hood.
Her face was exquisite and alluring, framed by beautiful, flowing waves of auburn hair. Every glance from her lovely eyes seemed to brim with charm.
Her skin was fair and delicate, seemingly fragile enough to break at a touch, and her lips were full and vividly red.
The old man studied her for a moment, then remarked with a smile:
"The famous Black Widow is nothing but a pretty face, after all."
Despite having been exposed as a spy, the woman remained calm. She even felt up to teasing him.
"What? Were you expecting another surprise from me?"
"Oh?" The old man's gaze settled on her chest.
Black Widow's beauty was common knowledge in their circles, but hers was a poisonous beauty-a lethal poison.
Countless men had dreamed of possessing her, only to meet a grisly end.
Her beauty drove men mad and women to envy, and brought death to everyone who coveted her.
Looking away, the old