Several dozen men stood across the room from Natasha after the doors were shut in the military camp, gazing boldly at her with eyes filled with lust.
Natasha, on the other hand, held the item in her hand tightly as she returned their gaze with her expression taut.
Her ethereal quality was in sharp contrast with these men.
One of them broke the silence. “I have never had a foreign woman before. Looks like I'll get to try something new today.”
“I haven't had one either!”
“That's good. You can go next.”
“Me too!”
“All right. You'll go after.”
“Not just you,” someone exclaimed. “I don't think anybody here has ever had a foreign woman!”
“All right. We'll all get a go later. If that doesn't work, we'll all go together. However, General Will says not to leave a mark. So everybody, remember to be gentle.”
The men cheered. “All right!”
Natasha gazed at them with her back against the door, a dangerous look in her eyes.
At that moment, one of the men approached her slowly with an indulgent smile. “Don't be afraid, girl. I'll be very gentle with you. Come, let me have my fun.”
Natasha merely stood there. She did not beg for mercy or display any signs of fear.
The man thought Natasha was frightened out of her wits, so he lunged at her without putting up his guard. However, Natasha struck when he was close enough. First, she dodged aside, then found the opportunity to punch him in the neck while stabbing him with the item in her hand.
“Ah!” the man wailed before falling to the ground and, after a bout of violent thrashing, did not rise again.
The others behind him were stunned, not expecting her to possess martial abilities.
One of them came forth and held a finger under the fallen man's nose. “H-He's dead.”
The color drained from the faces of the other men at those words.
Though the way they gazed at Natasha changed in an instant, some still did not fear death.
“What an idiot for being killed by a woman. Watch me.”
As he spoke, another man rolled his shoulders before heading slowly toward Natasha, his eyes glinting with an unusual excitement as he regarded her.
“Go ahead, girl,” he crooned when he arrived before Natasha. “I'll let you have the first strike.”
Natasha did not bother with small talk. She started forward with the same move as before, but the man caught her easily.
He leered at her. “I'm not as stupid as him, missy.”
Natasha gazed at him as a cold smile curled her lips. Her wrist suddenly twisted slightly before she plunged a needle-like object into his hand.
“You—” The man frowned and was about to say something when she extended her arm violently the next second to swipe the item in her hand across his throat.
Another body fell to the ground amidst a spray of blood.
Two in a row. And two formidable members of the patrol at that.
Natasha was stained with blood. It was in this manner that she gazed at the people standing not far away, looking cold and austere.
She knew she had to intimidate them to survive among these men. It was the only way.
Natasha held the needle in her hand tightly as she noticed the wariness in their eyes. It was a gift from Spencer, who touted its convenience to carry and how lethal of a weapon it could be at critical moments, remarking that it was much handier than a dagger.
Based on how things are looking, Spencer was right. It really is convenient, discrete, and capable of dealing a mortal blow. If I had known, I would have used the needle to end General Will's life earlier.
Another fearless man walked over to Natasha as she was lost in thought. “Let me. I refuse to believe I can't subdue a woman!”
He dashed toward Natasha with ferocity and brute strength, but Natasha's advantage lay in her speed and agility.
In addition, Spencer had once taught her the acupoint diagram. Though she did not know how to treat illnesses, she remembered the acupoints to immobilize targets.
Natasha dispatched the third person easily using what she had learned, and not long after, her needle swiped across his throat and sent blood spraying anew in every direction.
Her body and even her face were stained with blood, which dripped from her long hair over her shoulder onto her snow-white skin, making her look beautiful but cruel.
The men opposite Natasha were beginning to grow frightened.
The first person dying might have been an accident while the second was luck on her part, but neither can be said for the third.
Though they could not see what she did, they found it hard to believe as they gazed at the bodies on the ground. Those men had all met their end via a needle in their throat.
“I'll just shoot her!” somebody cried, unable to bear it any longer.
He raised his pistol, but somebody stopped him. “General Will gave orders for her to remain alive!”
“So we're just going to let her do this?”
“She's such a good fighter, is she? Let's all gang up on her, then. I don't believe she'll be able to deal with several of us at the same time,” said the man who stopped the other.
The man who took out his pistol nodded immediately at those words. “Yes, we'll hold her down, and I'll deal with her fiercely! Get her, boys!”
Though the men ordered forward were hesitant, they masked their trepidation by advancing in a group.
Natasha watched them approach. She knew that she had only succeeded in killing her last three victims because she had caught them by surprise, but this time, it wholly depended on her actual skill.
When they were close enough, Natasha struck without hesitation.
These men relied only on brute strength and did not possess any martial skill to speak of. They had not even received proper training. Natasha only dared to face them head-on based solely on that fact.
Within several moves, those men met their end in a heap on the ground, just like the ones before them.
Though Natasha was also wounded, her eyes were glinting red with bloodlust at the moment.
With the ground before her littered with bodies, she exuded the dominant aura of a man.
The men at the back began to panic as they had never been humiliated to that extent.
“Get her, all of you! Whoever manages to subdue her will get all of the cigarettes!” somebody shouted.
Several more men dashed forward immediately.
Natasha battled them head-on as she did before. Despite her agility, she could not hold her own against the barrage. Though her body was failing her, she still gave it her all as one thought kept her going.
I'm not going to die here. Even if I do, I want to see the three kids and Kenneth one last time.
In a momentary lapse of vigilance, somebody struck Natasha from behind and sent her sprawling to the ground in a disoriented heap.
She turned back and found madness in the eyes upon her.
“I'll just shoot her!” somebody cried, unable to bear it any longer.
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