Comics: Superman?Lao Tzu, a native of the motherland

Chapter 66 Named Hope
After Geno left, a group of girls stared blankly at the ceiling where a big hole had been knocked out.

The girls could even see the wind and snow above their heads through the big hole. From time to time, cold air would carry the snowflakes and flow into the dance studio, making the thinly dressed girls shiver.

"Natasha, what should we do?"

The girls all glanced at the red-haired girl at the head.

The little girl frowned at this moment, glanced at everyone, clasped her little hands, lightly opened her red lips, her little face wrinkled up because of tangles, and said hesitantly: "Maybe, that guy was not sent by the organization."

"why?"

Some girls questioned.

Natasha imitated the adults' manner, shook her head and explained: "Because he is very strong, even too strong."

Although the fight with Jeno hadn't lasted long, glass couldn't even penetrate the opponent's skin. This was obviously an enemy they couldn't defeat.

How could the organization send someone they couldn't defeat?

"Moreover, I noticed that his hands had blood seeping between his fingernails, and there were bullet holes in his shirt, which proved that he had experienced a battle not long ago."

Little clever Natasha has very sharp eyes, even if she didn't spend more than one minute with Geno.

But she was also keenly aware that Geno had indeed participated in a battle.

Natasha's words were like a warm current flowing through the hearts of the girls, and their little hands were trembling slightly with excitement.

Could it be that someone really rescued them from this hellish place?

But just when the flames of hope ignited in the hearts of the girls,
Natasha changed the topic: "But we can't rule out the possibility that he was sent by the organization."

If the Red Room taught Natasha anything, it was to be suspicious of everything.

Sisters who were good friends in the past may draw swords against each other in the face of survival, and a kind nun may want to kill someone in the next second.

Natasha's words once again extinguished everyone's hopes, and panic filled the hearts of the girls.

"However, let's go out and take a look. Maybe this is also a clue!" Natasha clenched her fists and took a deep breath: "Come on, Natasha, you are the best!"

The girl silently encouraged herself and walked towards the door with her legs up.

Natasha carefully poked her head out of the door.

What broke into the sight was a bloody corridor, headless corpses and walls wet with blood.

When she saw the bloody scene in the corridor, the girl couldn't help but be stunned. In the past exercises, so many people would not be killed.

Moreover, she recognized from the shirt of a headless corpse that this person was the instructor who trained her not long ago.

In Natasha's mind, the instructor was the most powerful ruler here. He once defeated ten strong men by himself, but now he was reduced to a headless corpse.

Even the instructor is dead. Is it true this time?The girl longed in her heart, recalling the fairy tale books she read as a child. Is there really a prince who descended from the sky to save the trapped princess?
The girl's heartbeat accelerated, and two red clouds appeared on her pretty cheeks.
In the cold corridor, she slowly exhaled white mist. Natasha rubbed her hands and decided to tell everyone the news and discuss it together.

"Sisters, the guards outside are all dead."

Natasha's words seemed to ignite the accelerant,
More girls dared to walk out of the room, and when they saw corpses everywhere, they couldn't help but scream.

"He did all of this?"

"My God, even the instructor was killed by him!"

The girls couldn't help but recall that majestic figure in their minds.

The girls exchanged glances silently, debating whether to believe Jeno's words and get out of this prison that imprisoned them.

"I don't think he is a bad person."

"But it doesn't prove that he is not an agent sent by the organization!"

The girls argued endlessly. On the one hand, they longed for the freedom that was close at hand, but on the other hand, they were afraid that the so-called freedom was just a lie.

Just as the girls were arguing, a voice broke up the argument.

"Stop arguing!" "I'm going to see him!"

Natasha took a step forward with a determined expression. In the dim corridor, the girl's long burgundy hair was like a flame dispelling the darkness.

In the darkness, there will always be someone who jumps like a moth to a flame to pursue the only light in the darkness.

Natasha took a deep breath, her chest rose and fell, and she walked upstairs, leaving the other girls with a firm back.

The familiar aisle and the 99 fixed steps, Natasha stepped on the steps, each step seemed to be heading towards an unknown future.

Finally, Natasha walked to the door of the villa on the first floor.

Outside the door may be the redemption he hopes for, or it may just be a loyalty game played by the organization.

"Haha, living like this is actually better than death!"

Telling herself this in her heart, the girl gritted her teeth, she was tired of this kind of life.

He closed his eyes, felt deep in his heart, and slowly stretched out his hand. He gently pressed the cold door with his white and tender hands, and then pushed hard.

The door made an old clicking sound.

However, there were no oncoming bullets piercing his thin clothes, nor were there scoldings and sneers from members of the organization.

Natasha only felt a gust of wind and snow in front of her eyes. The cold air hitting her body made the girl couldn't help but tremble. She subconsciously opened her eyes.

Not far away stood Claire who bowed her head and obeyed, and beside her was the majestic figure. At this moment, Geno was clasping his hands behind his back, nodding gently towards Natasha with a faint smile.

It seems to be saying: I have been waiting for you for a long time.

There are no Leviathan agents and no cold bullets.

Just like what Geno told Natasha at the beginning.

There is only freedom, the freedom promised by Jeno!

Big tears fell from her cheeks, and Natasha covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from crying.

However, the suppressed and painful emotions she had suffered for many years washed over her young mind like a tsunami. Finally, the girl couldn't help crying, as if she wanted to vent all the pain she had suffered over the years.

"Okay, stop crying."

In the wind and snow, Jeno took off the magic floating cloak that was on Claire and gently draped it on the girl.

Claire:? ? ?

Geno ignored the woman and just rubbed Natasha's hair. His voice was low and majestic: "With me here, you are free."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Natasha's eyes were filled with tears, and her little hands hugged Geno's waist tightly.

If light has an image, it must be the tall man in front of him.

Geno patted the girl's back gently and chuckled:
"Now, go and ask your friends to come up and find some clothes to keep out the cold. I'll take you out of here."

Natasha reluctantly let go of Geno, but still nodded obediently, then turned and rushed into the villa. She wanted to tell her sisters the good news.

After Natasha left, the first generation Black Widow Claire looked at Geno with some regret, this man who made her unpredictable.

"Boss, you are a good person."

Being able to travel thousands of miles from the United States to Siberia just to save these girls is enough to prove that Geno is a good person.

"Good guy?"

Geno sneered and shrugged, "Maybe."

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(End of this chapter)