The Death Knell

"On my face, there is no shadow of my mother, no brown lips, no dimples on the cheeks, no golden hair, no smile lines at the corners of my eyes... Of course , and we won’t have laugh lines.”

A woman was talking quietly to the person behind her, exhaling clouds of white hot air. The snow under their feet made a clicking sound, like juicy vegetables being squeezed out of their juices.

Two figures were walking in the lightless forest. Perhaps because of the cold weather or the loneliness in the no-man's land, they chose to talk about things at home.

Although they don't have many memories of that home and their so-called family members, only vague lines and some fragments that seem true or false.

Their memories cannot determine whether there really is such a home, or whether those scenes were instilled by brainwashing equipment.

But this is just a small talk, and memories that cannot distinguish true from false are just right when paired with the seemingly endless forest.

The girl with two braids looked at her back two steps ahead. As she walked, she wrapped a white strip of cloth around her submachine gun: "This is a good thing. The leech potion fixes our age at 18 years old. In this life, we You don’t have to worry about wrinkles anymore.”

"We all know that nothing comes without price. We accepted the gift and were tied to him." The woman in front has a cold face. Her hair is brown and is hidden under a hat. Under the furry white hat.

The woman behind him touched her back: "But it is precisely because of this that we will feel more at ease. Being good to others will not last long after all. Only by becoming a useful person to him can we continue to be good."

"Yes, but he doesn't seem to value us. He cares more about Natasha and the others who are younger. Maybe he thinks they are easier to control."

"Well, not being taken seriously is not a good sign. I have already been treated as a useless person once, haha." The woman behind her laughed, and there were some snowflakes on the corners of her mouth. She gently pursed her lips and wiped them away. On the lips.

The snow was still making a slight sound, and their speed seemed to be constant.

Dotty pulled up the white scarf to cover her face. The white frost formed a patch on the other side of the scarf: "Good luck will not come twice in a row, Anya, we must succeed in this operation, this gentle graduation exam" .”

"I understand, we will kill those who don't want us to live first." Anya put the silencer on the submachine gun. She would only take this matter more seriously than Doty. This is their true first priority. tasks.

Dottie stretched her head over to touch her, and the two patted each other on the back: "We will succeed, now retell the mission for the last time."

"Looking for a man in the Vinnytsia region of Ukraine, possibly named Max Eisenhardt, Jewish, possibly with an alias named Eric Lensheer, possibly with an Italian wife named Magda, They may have escaped Auschwitz in 1944, they may have been hiding in the forest, find them and bring them back to the United States if possible."

Anya carefully recounted the contents of the mission, exactly what Ms. Gin said when she gave them the mission.

But she recalled that every time she said a 'possibility', Gin would touch her nose, which made Anya feel a little amused. She never knew that Mr. Gin had a granddaughter about the same age as them, and she was also a beauty.

Doty continued moving forward silently, observing the sky between the bare treetops, and judging the direction according to the constellations: "It seems to be the same as in my memory, but no matter how many times I hear it, the word 'possible' appears in the intelligence. Such uncertain words are really puzzling. Is it reliable to send out manpower based on such information?"

Anya also pulled the scarf on her face, and there was a little rabbit embroidered on her scarf to distinguish her from others: "Mr. Slade also found us based on 'possibility', it just took a little more effort. "

"I know, but Ms. Gin told us that we must be prepared to encounter Hydra or Leviathan." After Anya prepared the weapons, Doty began to adjust her weapons. Before entering the forest, she had to change the color and style of her camouflage. : "Who exactly are we looking for?"

"Maybe it's a scientist, maybe it's a magician, who knows." Doty replied calmly, looking in different directions while walking, listening to the wind and grass.

While the two were talking, a rare clearing in the forest appeared in front of them. To be precise, it was a black rock formation exposed on the ground.

This seems to be an abandoned mine. It is unclear when it was built. It seems to have been abandoned for a long time. It is a good haven.

"We traveled 100 kilometers today, so we can rest here." Doty pointed to a hole in the snow.

"I will take care of the residents here."

Anya sniffed and could smell a fishy smell nearby. It was the smell of blood and internal organs. There should be large beasts living in the cave.

Doty nodded. When one person entered the cave, the other person stood outside the door. This was a standard two-person action procedure.

But soon after Anya entered, she asked her to go in too, and they saw a bear.

"It seems to be sleeping?" Anya rubbed the bear's head with her gun, but the bear didn't move. She could only tell that it was alive from its slow breathing.

"Is this... hibernation?" Doty tried her best to recall the knowledge she had learned, but this was the first time she had actually seen it with her own eyes.

"That's right, Dottie is indeed a black widow." Anya smiled and sat on the bear. Although it smelled bad, it was quite soft, wasn't it?

"I don't know if I can still be considered a black widow like this..." Doty rubbed her head and looked outside the hole with a little emotion: "In the legend of the red house, only the last one who survives One person is the Black Widow, and in Zhongji Academy it is a written test..."

"That's good, at least now everyone is alive and can choose their own titles based on test scores." Anya took out a small wine bottle from her arms indifferently.

The army green wine bottle has a small pink flower painted on it. Of course, it contains vodka.

"Let's not talk about that. In the past fifteen seconds, its breathing speed has increased by 60%. The presence of moisture on the stone floor also means that its body temperature is rising and it is about to wake up."

Dottie pointed to the big bear under Anya's butt, which was more than double the size of the two of them combined.

"Ah... As expected, a ferocious beast is still a ferocious beast. Even if it is asleep, it looks cute, but I don't want to see it wake up."

Anya shrugged helplessly, put the submachine gun against the brown bear's forehead, touched its fur with her other hand, sighed regretfully, and pulled the trigger all the way.

It's better not to open your eyes when you shouldn't. In this world, whether you are a human or a bear, knowing too much will kill you.

A series of buzzing sounds sounded in the cave.