Chapter 166: C162
"According to calculations, the monster's one-arm strength exceeds two hundred tons, yet this Natasha was able to block it with one arm without taking a step back. For someone to achieve this, their strength, body, bones, muscle control, and other factors must have reached an absolutely incredible level."
"Sir, wasn't this person linked to a spy organization a few years ago?" Hill tilted her head slightly as she asked.
Fury nodded. "SHIELD received a tip about a spy nicknamed 'Black Widow' who infiltrated high-ranking officials in various countries, stealing classified documents. I sent Barton on a covert mission to track her down."
"But he missed her," Fury continued, his tone darkening. "According to the clues back then, the Black Widow defected from the spy organization, was hunted down, and then vanished without a trace. Both our agents and those from the spy organization searched extensively, but we found no leads."
"This means she was just an ordinary person at that time," Hill said, crossing her arms while pointing at the large screen with her index finger. "But now, she's gone from being a spy who evaded Barton to someone capable of blocking a force of over two hundred tons with one arm. A woman with that level of strength is far from ordinary."
"This isn't some random mutation," Hill added firmly. As a top agent, she knew the intricacies of combat and power. "To withstand and redirect such force, it's not just about raw strength—you need to have mastered the skills to use it efficiently. That kind of ability doesn't come from luck or innate talent alone. It requires years of rigorous training to harness and control such overwhelming muscle power."
Fury narrowed his eyes as Hill continued. "Natasha's transformation—from a spy to someone of this caliber in just a few years—is terrifying. If she's been trained to this level, what about the other members of the organization behind her? There's no way they're mere amateurs."
Fury understood Hill's concerns, but his thoughts went deeper. He turned his gaze to the massive screen in front of him, where Natasha's image was displayed, her face magnified to the point where every detail was striking. Her beauty was undeniable, but there was something even more captivating—and unsettling—about her expression.
"What are you hiding?" Fury murmured to himself.