Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 35 Deadly and Beautiful

The woman who was looked at by Peter seemed to sense his gaze.

She turned away, only to find that Peter had gone away.

Looking at the other person's back, she frowned slightly.

Osborne Building.

"You're applying for the position of Assistant Vice President, right? Miss Rushman."

In the HR office, the HR director asked the red-haired woman while looking at the job application information in his hand.

"Yes, Natalie Rushman."

Natalie Rushman smiled slightly, and said directly to the supervisor: "I have a wealth of work experience, especially as an assistant."

The middle-aged supervisor looked at Natalie's flair, nodded, and said, "I have no doubts about it, Miss Rushman."

Coughing, he forced himself to look away from the woman.

Beautiful and deadly, this was the first impression the other party gave him.

Although I know it may be a rose with thorns, there must be many confident people who are willing to touch the thorns.

"Miss Rushman, you said you worked as an assistant at Roxon Petroleum Company?"

"Yes, I did the resignation process before their new CEO came on board."

Natalie replied.

"Can I know why?"

"Of course, for the simple reason that I've heard the new CEO is a complete moron."

Natalie said to the other party directly and unabashedly.

"Forehead"

The director's smile froze on his face.

After a while, he shook his head slightly, and held out his hand to Natalie, "A perfect resume, maybe with some occasional non-compliance, can be more suitable for this kind of work. You are welcome to join Osborne Industrial Company."

Natalie nodded and stood up to shake the supervisor's hand.

Instead of stretching out her right hand, she stretched out her left hand.

The supervisor looked at her right hand in surprise and found that she was wearing a glove.

"Thank you!"

Natalie ignored the supervisor's gaze and thanked her.

There wasn't much joy on her face.

It seems that successfully applying for the assistant position is just a matter of course for her.

After leaving the HR office, Natalie entered the underground parking lot and started the car.

"Colson?"

On the way home in the car, she switched on her cell phone.

"At this time, you should be lying in the hospital and writing the report."

She stepped on the brakes, stopped in front of the red light, and said to Coulson in a relaxed tone: "If you call me, you must be in some trouble."

"My troubles have already happened before I was hospitalized, and there are no additional additions now."

Coulson said to her on the phone: "Instead, I heard that you were in some trouble yesterday."

"Well, little trouble."

Natasha waited for the green light to turn on, and stepped on the accelerator, "I was going to meet an old friend yesterday, but I met a kind old lady on the way."

"It's a pity that her kindness was not towards me. She gently stabbed the dagger at me."

"Who is the other party?" Coulson asked.

"I don't know who sent her here for now, the Hand? Or the motherland? I've messed with a lot of people, so I can't be sure."

Natasha spoke about the assassination she suffered yesterday, but it was an understatement.

"...that old lady ran away?"

Coulson continued to ask her.

"No, she's dead. I didn't do it, and although I punched her in the face, I don't think it was fatal."

Natasha said that people did not kill themselves.

A few minutes later, she drove the car to her apartment.

After getting out of the car, turn on the key and enter the room.

She was still on the phone with Coulson.

"Hmm, I see."

Natalie walked to the liquefied petroleum gas, turned on the gas switch, and started to boil hot water.

"You mean, the spring prom event at Midtown High, which on the surface looks like Spider-Monster and Spider-Woman fighting, but there might be a third person there, right?"

Coulson on the other end of the phone nodded and said, "Yes, Mary Jane Watson was a witness at the scene, but she didn't tell the truth. Maybe she is afraid of that existence."

"Is this just your guess, Agent Coulson."

"No, but we can bypass this topic first. The important thing is that Spider-Woman and Spider Monster show some similarities. The spider silk is highly similar to the substance secreted by the 'human skin killer', that is to say , they probably came from the same origin."

While listening, Natasha sat down on the sofa and took off her coat.

After taking off the tight clothes, her fair skin was exposed.

It's a pity that a little bright red blood on the shoulder ruined the beauty of this skin.

She took out the bandage from the drawer and wrapped it neatly around the wound.

"Wow!"

After wrapping up the wound, she poured the boiled water into the cup.

Then he sat on the sofa and gently picked up the hot water cup.

Coulson on the other end of the phone was still talking about his conjecture.

"Osborne Industries has been conducting gene transcription experiments, especially the transgenic combination of animals and humans, and they seem to be involved in illegal human experiments."

Natasha took a sip of hot water and asked Coulson, "So you are suspecting that Osborne Industries is related to Spider-Woman and that spider monster."

She put down the water glass, showing a thoughtful expression, "It's really suspicious, and it can also explain why they hit you with a car, and your investigation alarmed them."

"Uh"

Coulson was silent for a few seconds.

He wanted to say that the other party wanted to hit him, maybe it was purely his own bad luck.

After all, he was the one who went up first and didn't stop the opponent.

It's just that the other party turned out to be from Osborn.

During the time he was hospitalized, he had learned through channels that the license plate number belonged to Osborn.

"Thanks for calling and telling me this, Coulson, I owe you a meal."

Natasha solemnly thanked the other party.

After hanging up the phone, she put down the phone, opened the drawer, and rummaged through it for something.

There are more than a dozen passports in the drawer, as well as various forged identification documents.

After searching for a while, I found a dagger from inside.

Sitting back on the sofa, she took a sip of hot water from the cup, took a deep breath, and then took off the glove on her right hand.

Turning over the palm, there was a shocking wound on the palm of the right hand.

And the wound tends to gradually turn black.

The wound stabbed by the dagger was contaminated with some kind of highly corrosive chemical.

Although it had been treated and the chemical residue was basically removed, the aggressiveness still made her feel excruciatingly painful.

In order to relieve the pain, she can only take bloodletting.

Piercing the wound speeds up the blood circulation and expels the congestion, which can greatly relieve her pain.

She slowly grasped the dagger in the palm of her right hand.

Blood slowly oozes from the palm.

The severe pain made her frown into a ball.

After a few minutes, she let go of the dagger she was holding and let out a long sigh of relief.

The fight last night was not as simple as she described to Coulson.

A well-trained killer does not act alone.

Although she won in the end, she also had a lottery on her body.

"Ding!"

She finally threw the dagger into the water glass.

The blood stained on the blade smudged little by little in the hot water.

She stood up, put on her clothes, exhaled and looked out the window.

The glare of the sun dazzled her slightly.

"It seems that the sequelae of not sleeping all night last night are very serious."

(End of this chapter)