abc-du-gratuit Chapter 76 The ruthless female agent's identity is exposed, and she is punished by fertilizing
Chapter 76 The ruthless female agent's identity is exposed, and she is punished by fertilizing
Ye Xiu sat in the gaming chair in the computer room, and almost spat out the mouthful of instant noodle soup he had just slurped into his mouth all over the keyboard.
He stared wide-eyed at the holographic monitoring screen, where a dark figure twitching on an electrified wire mesh was hissing with blue sparks.
She was the number one ruthless female agent in the international intelligence community, codenamed Black Widow, a top ghost rumored to be able to infiltrate the Pentagon for afternoon tea.
Wearing an optical invisibility cloak costing hundreds of millions of US dollars, she was confident that she could sneak into the special zone undetected and steal the data from the weather missile.
As a result, this sudden artificial rainstorm triggered a landslide, and the power of nature taught her a lesson.
The mudslide, carrying broken branches and yellow mud, swept her down the mountainside like a giant washing machine.
Her prized stealth equipment short-circuited completely under the combined impact of mud, water, and static electricity, leaving her tight-fitting combat suit in tatters.
Ye Xiu curled his lips. This woman had no idea that from the moment she stepped into the boundary marker of Qingshui County, she had already been bitten by millions of nano-monitoring insects.
Under the eaves of the manor, Lin Xian was holding a steaming cup of high-mountain cloud tea, listening to the pattering rain outside.
Xia Anran peeled a golden-brown roasted chestnut and carefully fed it to Lin Xian. Her finger accidentally touched his lips, and she quickly blushed and withdrew it.
Heavy rain washed over the anti-corrosion wooden steps on the back mountain, and a dark figure covered in yellow mud rolled down the stream with a gurgling sound.
The dark figure stopped precisely half a meter in front of Lin Xian's pair of nine-yuan-and-nine-yuan flip-flops.
Black Widow coughed up the mud and sand from her mouth in a disheveled state. The heavy rain washed away the tactical camouflage on her face, revealing a cold and beautiful face.
She struggled to stand up, only to find that the group of beautiful Asian girls around her were looking at her like she was a stray dog.
Su Qinghan paused for a moment, the water spilled on the table, and stared coldly at the uninvited guest.
The roasted sweet potatoes in Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran's hands were still steaming. They looked at each other and took a half step back in tacit agreement.
Black Widow's heart sank. Her agent instincts told her that the man in the floral shorts in front of her was the highest authority over her target.
Overwhelmed by the shame of mission failure, she knew how terrible the consequences of falling into enemy hands would be, and without hesitation, she lowered her head and bit into the cyanide capsule hidden in her collar.
Lin Xian didn't even put down his teacup; he merely raised an eyebrow, and his mind instantly issued a command to the helmet.
An overwhelming, invisible gravitational field crashed down, striking Black Widow precisely on the back.
Her slender neck was pressed firmly against the floor tiles, her chin pressed tightly against the ground, and her teeth could not even close slightly.
Forget about crushing the poison, she was now completely deprived of the strength to even blink by this gravitational field.
Lin Xian slowly stood up, walked to her, bent down and searched her waist, finding two daggers coated with deadly poison and a miniature silenced pistol.
He casually tossed these world-class spy gadgets into the smart trash can next to him, making a clanging sound.
Someone came to my yard in the pouring rain to stage an accident, and even tried to commit suicide by poisoning themselves on my property. How do you plan to settle this cleaning fee?
Black Widow's cold, sharp eyes were filled with resentment. She stared intently at Lin Xian, but could only let out a weak sob.
Yan Guhong walked out of the kitchen with a freshly sharpened meat cleaver in his hand, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes as he looked at his colleague on the ground.
This woman's technique was too crude; she couldn't even conceal her breathing rate properly. On the dark web, she could only rank in the second tier at best.
Lin Xian waved his hand and, with a slight thought, released the localized pressure on Black Widow's head, allowing her to speak with difficulty.
Black Widow was panting heavily, her eyes fierce like those of a mother wolf cornered in a desperate situation.
I admit defeat because I'm not as skilled as you. If you have the guts, kill me. Don't even think about getting any information out of me.
Lin Xian laughed in anger after hearing this, sat back down in the rocking chair, and picked up his teacup to moisten his throat.
I have no interest in your worthless intelligence. Killing you would be a waste of my pack of corpse-dissolving powder, which is not worth it at all.
I see you're in pretty good physical shape; the mutated fruit trees in the orchard behind the mountain need some natural fertilizer.
He turned to look at Wang Fugui, the village chief standing beside him, and gave the order that would break the ruthless agent.
Uncle Fugui took her to the storeroom to get two manure buckets and a shovel, and from then on, she would be in charge of all the work of carrying manure in the orchard.
Wang Fugui chuckled and agreed, then tapped the Black Widow on the shoulder with his pipe, signaling her to get up and get to work.
Black Widow's eyes widened. A top international agent fluent in eight languages was being punished by being forced to carry manure.
Her proud, aloof agent's pride shattered into countless fragments before this casual remark.
Several nuclear-powered mechs strode over, their dark Gatling gun barrels pressed directly against her forehead.
Black Widow's eyes reddened, and she forced back her tears of humiliation, obediently picking up the two large wooden buckets from the ground.
With heavy steps, she walked step by step towards the stinking fermentation vat in the farmhouse, under the watchful eyes of a group of girls.
In the following days, a beautiful yet tragic scene appeared in the orchards on the back mountain of Qingshui County.
This beautiful international female agent was dressed in coarse linen clothes and carried a heavy load of pure natural fertilizer on her shoulders.
The stench was so strong that she almost vomited up her dinner from the night before, and she could only stuff two wads of cotton tightly into her nostrils.
The village bully with a scarred face was pushing a cement truck past the orchard when he looked at the foreign woman who was even more miserable than himself, and a sense of superiority actually rose in his heart.
This manor truly doesn't tolerate idlers. No matter how beautiful an assassin is, if they offend Master Lin, they'll have to obediently become a latrine cleaner.
Black Widow gritted her teeth and dug a hole at the base of the fruit tree, her palms blistered and bleeding, but she no longer dared to entertain any thoughts of escaping or assassination.
Because if she stops moving for more than a minute, a laser satellite in the sky will create a smoking crater in front of her toes.
As she cried, she poured the stinky fertilizer into the tree pit, cursing the organization that had hired her and their ancestors for eighteen generations.
This isn't about stealing technological data; it's about paying for plane tickets to come to China's farms for labor reform.
Sunlight filtered through the branches of the mutated fruit tree, illuminating her mud-covered face. She mechanically raised the shovel in her hand and plunged it hard into the soil in front of her.
With a sharp clang, the sharp edge of the shovel seemed to have struck some hard object underground.
The sound didn't seem like digging for stones; it sounded more like the crisp collision of metal with some unknown high-density substance.
Black Widow paused for a moment, then threw down the shovel in her hand and, ignoring the filth of the soil, dug through the layer of damp black earth with her bare hands.
As the mud was peeled away layer by layer, an unknown metallic ore, about the size of a fist and emitting an eerie icy blue light, lay quietly at the bottom of the mud pit.