Yang Han heard Natasha's words and secretly laughed to himself. Success!

Natasha had her own thoughts. Although she was a top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., well-versed and experienced, she was ultimately just an ordinary person—a very long-lived ordinary person. But precisely because of her ordinariness, she refused to remain ordinary.

"Of course, it's just a small matter," Yang Han agreed without a second thought. These three conditions were nothing to him.

"Then, happy cooperation," Natasha said with a slight smile.

"Do you want to witness your true power?" Yang Han suddenly asked.

"Could it be even stronger?" Natasha raised an eyebrow. She already felt non-human, and yet she could become even stronger?

"Naturally. Do you want to try? Trust me, once you experience this power, you'll feel honored that I chose you," Yang Han said arrogantly.

Natasha rolled her eyes. Are you serious? But she was also a bit curious about what kind of power Yang Han could bestow upon her.

New York was in chaos, with gangs everywhere, especially in Hell's Kitchen, which was practically a paradise for criminals.

"Hey, stop! Put my bag down!" A figure dashed past Natasha, a black man holding a delicate lady's handbag.

Behind him, a girl with features leaning towards Asian was in pursuit.

"Is that... Skye?" Yang Han looked at the exquisite-looking girl, feeling a sense of familiarity. After a brief moment of thought, memories of this girl surfaced in his mind.

As a top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Natasha couldn't ignore it if she saw it. If she didn't see it, that was another matter.

She immediately turned and chased after the black man.

With her agile figure moving through the streets, her naturally strong physique, combined with the power boost from her symbiosis with Yang Han, she caught up with the burly black man with almost no effort.

"Get lost, bitch, this is none of your business," the black man cursed viciously as he saw Natasha approaching.

He needed to escape now; getting caught by the police was not a good experience.

Natasha's face darkened. This filthy guy dared to insult her?

Natasha instantly closed the distance, lifted her leg, and kicked the black man in the butt, causing him to stumble and lose his balance, falling face-first into the ground.

"Motherfucker, you bitch!" The black man got up from the ground, glaring at Natasha, raising his hand like a fan to slap her.

Natasha grabbed the black man's wrist, twisted her body, and with a sudden force, threw him over her shoulder, slamming him onto the ground.

A dull thud sounded, and cracks appeared on the ground where he landed.

Seeing these cracks, Natasha was a bit surprised. When she tossed this guy, it felt like he weighed nothing, and she easily threw him down.

Looking at the guy curled up and groaning, Natasha pursed her lips. Serves him right!

She picked up the small lady's handbag from the ground and walked towards Skye, who was full of surprise and astonishment.

She never expected such a beautiful woman to be so fierce and violent.

That move just now was something no ordinary person could pull off!

"Here, your bag," Natasha said with a smile, handing the small lady's handbag to Skye.

"Thank you, there's not much in it anyway," Skye said, scratching her head awkwardly. There wasn't much money in her bag.

"But, could you teach me a few moves? So next time I encounter something like this, I can take down these bastards too," Skye asked expectantly, mimicking a few moves as she looked at Natasha.

"Of course, here's my address, but I won't be home often," Natasha wrote down an address for Skye. As a top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., she couldn't spend much time on vacation.

Most of her time was spent on missions.

"Thank you so much!" Skye said joyfully, holding the piece of paper as she left.

Watching Skye leave, Natasha felt a bit envious. At her age, she was already an agent of the Red Room, undergoing rigorous training and completing life-threatening missions.

Even after all these years, she was still doing her old job.

"What was the true power you mentioned earlier?" Natasha asked, coming back to her senses.

Just now, she felt like she didn't use much force, yet she easily threw a man weighing about 170 pounds to the ground, even cracking the pavement.

Without testing, she didn't know her limits, but this guy said it wasn't the true power he had given her.

So, what was her true power?

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"You'll experience it in due time," Yang Han said calmly, seemingly unwilling to reveal any information.

This guy, so infuriating!

Natasha felt a bit annoyed, but she knew that everything was given to her by him. If this guy left her body, she'd probably become an ordinary person again.

Perhaps, being symbiotic with this guy wasn't such a bad thing, was it?

"Don't you think that leather jacket you're wearing is too conspicuous? We need to be low-key now," Yang Han said, a bit displeased as he looked at the leather jacket that accentuated Natasha's figure.

The partially exposed fullness, the leather-wrapped, very rounded long legs, and the curves outlined by the tight fit were all tools to attract men's attention.

"I did have a dress, but it got torn," Natasha recalled the dress that Johnson had torn, feeling a bit regretful. She had only worn it twice, and she really liked that style.

"Go into an empty alley," Yang Han instructed.

"What do you want to do?" Natasha asked, puzzled.

"Just go in, I won't harm you," Yang Han said calmly.

Natasha turned and wandered into an empty alley. The black fluid instantly covered the leather jacket, dissolving it, and then, recalling the dress Natasha wore yesterday, the black fluid instantly transformed into the dress she had worn.

"Wow, you have this function too?!" Natasha exclaimed in surprise, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the dress on her body.

"I can even change into weapons. It's just clothes, a small matter," Yang Han said arrogantly.

"Then I don't need to buy clothes anymore. If I see any nice clothes, you can transform them, right?" Natasha said excitedly.

Yang Han: "..." Is he meant to be used for changing clothes?