In Marvel, I rely on technology to crush Thanos!

It's not the first time Natasha has used this pseudonym, but now she doesn't have to worry about someone recognizing her, because Xiao En and most of the ship girls have already followed the first batch of pioneers to the distant universe.

Now on the earth, except for these heavy criminals in the exile area, there are hardly too many human beings left.

The world's population has dropped by nearly two-thirds, but this is not like the desolation caused by the catastrophe or the war. Human beings maintain full productivity, and even because of the global starship, productivity has exploded. improvement.

The per capita food possession has now reached an unprecedented level, and because of the control of Jianniang, the act of exploitation has been eliminated from the root.

All materials are equally distributed and uniformly rationed.

But when a person is free, it is easy to think about things.

Therefore, Athena set out to develop a completely submerged online game, allowing human beings who stay on the earth and dare not set foot in deep space to play games honestly at home.

It sounds like such a good day, but in the eyes of the Avengers members headed by Tony and Steve, this is completely unacceptable.

Human beings are being ruled and captive by machines!

If things go on like this, the next generation of people on the earth will lose their desire for the future, lose their motivation to make progress, and become wastes that only know how to enjoy themselves.

Thus, the Avengers, who turned to underground operations, began to fight against the mechanical witches.

And Natasha's mission this time is to rescue the former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent trapped in the exile area, Hawkeye Clint Barton.

"Natalie, what did you do outside?" the old man asked Natasha with a notebook in his hand.

"Agent."

Natasha didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​hiding her identity.

The old man looked up at Natasha in surprise, but quickly lowered his head again, and continued to write something in his notebook, "Let me change the question—what will you do?"

"Hmm..." Natasha opened her mouth, and after thinking for a while, she replied, "Driving, or tasting wine."

Obviously she didn't want to explain too much, it was troublesome.

"Well, but we don't need your ability. We don't have vehicles here. As for alcohol, we only have a limited number of them here, and they are all strictly controlled. You can't drink freely like in the outside world. "

"So what are you doing, are you assigning work to me?"

The old man unexpectedly nodded, "That's right, I don't care what you are doing outside or what shocking things you have done, but when you are here, you are one of us, and all criminal acts are not allowed." of."

Natasha was dumbfounded, "Could it be possible for you to forget why you came in?"

"Of course we remember." The old man tore off a piece of paper from the notebook, made it and wrote a line on it, and handed it to Natasha.

"Since you have been an agent, it shouldn't be difficult for you to do clerical work. Go and help Diana manage Warehouse No. [-]. Bob!"

"Come on, Papa Mark, what's the matter?"

A burly black man walked in. This guy had dark and shiny muscles, and his arms were almost as thick as Natasha's waist.

"Take this new little girl to Warehouse No. [-] and tell Diana that the helper I found for her has arrived."

After waiting for a while, Mark didn't get a response. He turned his head and saw that Bob looked at Natasha's face in a daze, apparently in a daze.

Mark picked up the notebook on the side, rolled it into a ball and threw it at Bob, right in the face of Bob.

Bob recovered.

"Uh, yes, okay, Daddy Mark, I'm going to work now... Uh, what's your name, beautiful lady?"

"Natalie Rushman."

"My name is Bob Jackson..."

"Bob! Get to work!"

"I see!" Bob was a little irritable, but he still said to Natasha honestly: "Miss Rushman this way, follow me."

With that said, Bob took off his coat and handed it to Natasha, "It's cold outside, you'd better wear more."

Natasha waved her hand coldly, "No thanks."

"Believe me, it's really cold."

"I really don't have to."

Bob put on his coat with some frustration, and opened the gate of the barracks.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew in, "Look, let me tell you."

Natasha didn't respond at all. For a powerful psyker like her, this low temperature couldn't even make her feel uncomfortable.

"Let's go."

"Oh hell, you're colder than the Siberian wind..."

"Bob, damn it! Close the door!" Mark shouted angrily from inside the room.

"Okay, got it, got it." Bob closed the door of the barracks and led Natasha into the Siberian cold wind.

"There are no vehicles here, so we try not to go out, it will consume energy."

Natasha followed Bob all the way, and found that there seemed to be people busy in every barracks. They seemed to be washing clothes, or processing food. He even saw a few guys dressed in special clothes knocking on wooden tables. Transformed into a tambourine for singing.

There is actually a band here.

Seeing Natasha's surprised gaze, Bob explained: "There are almost no recreational activities here. Those basketballs and footballs can only be played in the snow. It's too cold and easy to get injured. But we only have A few smarter ones invented many games that can be played indoors.

There are also a few guys who seem to be fighters in the outside world. Many people are learning to fight from them, which is quite interesting. "

Natasha looked at this tall, but unusually friendly guy.

It's hard to imagine that a guy like this was ever a felon before.

"Why did you come in?"

"We generally don't talk about this outside of Mark." Bob looked a little unnatural.

"But I want to know." Natasha quietly used psychic powers.

At this time, she was no longer as unskilled as she was on the All-seeing Eye. A little thought could make people obey her, but it wouldn't turn people into puppets without self-awareness.

Bob himself didn't notice this change at all, "I did a very bad thing, to a girl, a very bad thing..."

Natasha could feel that Bob was very resistant to saying such things, but under Natasha's ability, she had no ability to resist at all.

"I will her..." When he said this, Bob actually broke down and cried, as if he regretted his behavior very much.

Because this guy was crying so exaggeratedly, Natasha even thought he was acting with her.

But after using psychic abilities to perceive Bob's emotions, Natasha found that the only emotions she could feel were deep regret and irreparable regret.

Scenes of a strong man kneeling and weeping bitterly in the snow field are rare, and the people in the surrounding barracks soon discovered this strange sight.

Some people put down their work and leaned over here.

"Isn't this Bob? What happened?"

"Bob, are you all right, what happened?"

Natasha didn't expect that just a little probing would make the matter so big. Before attracting more people's attention, Natasha quickly used psychic powers to calm down Bob's emotions.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry... I just suddenly remembered that girl..."

Immediately, the faces of those who knew about Bob's past were stupefied. They looked at Natasha at the side, and some of them kept nodding and said, "That's right, it's really similar."

"Bob, you've repented, being sad won't bring that girl back." Someone tried to explain to Bob.

"I know, of course I know, I have no chance to make up for my mistakes, and I can only live with this regret for the rest of my life..."

Looking at the bizarre scene in front of her, Natasha really began to doubt her life.

Judging from what I have seen and heard along the way, this Siberian exile area is not a prison for serious criminals, it is simply a model town with friendly and enthusiastic residents.

What happened here, what turned a group of vicious felons into this harmless appearance?

Soon, Bob regained his strength under the encouragement of everyone, and he kept apologizing to Natasha, "I'm sorry for letting you see my gaffe, it's because you look so much like the one I hurt before." The girl from..."

"Yes, I hope you don't hurt me."

Bob became anxious all of a sudden, "Impossible, how could it be! Don't worry, with me here, I will never allow such a thing to happen, no matter who it is, if they dare to hurt you, you can go directly to Papa Mark Me, I will help you teach him a lesson, I am the fighting champion of the entire c-2 area!"

Natasha praised without sincerity: "Champion, it's amazing."

"We hold a fighting competition every month, and I'm the defending champion, and you'll know when the time comes."

"A fighting contest, so violent..."

"This is a kind of sport, not considered violent, there are referees and rules."

As they talked, the two had already arrived at Warehouse No. 6. Natasha was surprised to find that all the detainees here were women.

Bob stood at the door, not intending to go in.

"Is Lady Diana there?"

Soon, a woman in her 50s with a graceful temperament came out.

"Bob is here, this is..."

"Her name is Natalie Rushman, and she's new here." Bob pointed to Diana again.

"This is Ms. Diana. She manages the entire No. [-] warehouse. You can work under her from now on."

Diana was not in a hurry to welcome, but stretched out her hand to Natasha, "Where's the note?"

Natasha Of course she meant Mark's note, which was in her pocket.

"it's here."

"Well, that's right, the cursive calligraphy written by this old guy Mark is getting more and more floating. If I haven't read it too many times, I can't recognize what it is written at all..."

"Uh, I know Ms. Diana, I'll tell Papa Mark about it."

"Well, let him write more floatingly."

"Okay, okay, huh?" Bob was a little dazed, "Float a little more?"

Only then did Diana smile, and Natasha realized that this lady must have been a charming beauty when she was young.

Diana took Natasha's hand and said with a smile: "Okay, don't bother with this idiot, Natalie, right? Let's go, I'll show you your new home."