devil priest in marvel exorcism

[Anti-theft chapter, will be changed tomorrow] The original agent's close-fitting combat attire that highlighted her figure and was coquettish and charming was replaced.

What she is wearing now is an ordinary blue windbreaker.

The barrel-shaped windbreaker covered her graceful figure well.

Her beautiful face was half covered by a thick blue and purple floral scarf.

Natasha looks like a normal Russian housewife with an average figure and appearance.

Unless they are people who are familiar with her, no one will associate ordinaryness with sexyness.

While walking on the street, the disgusting glances that would often stare passionately at her body had all disappeared at this moment.

She hummed softly, feeling an indescribable sense of relief.

There is no need to wear heavy makeup and sacrifice your appearance to obtain intelligence, and there is no need to scheming with hostile forces.

Now she is just an ordinary sister who rushes home to cook a delicious meal for her brothers and sisters.

Turned an intersection again.

Cross another street and you'll reach the Continental Hotel.

But the moment she turned around, Natasha's body paused slightly.

Over the years, the intuition of a top agent that had penetrated into her bones made her keenly aware that something was wrong.

She is being followed!

As a woman, no matter when or why.

When you find that you are being followed, you must be alert.

And be sure to stay calm!

Then, without alerting the enemy, try to obtain information about the stalker through observation.

First identify the number of people.

A person?Or multiple people?Or maybe a small group?

Second is the stalker's tool.

Is the other party on foot?Or driving?

Finally there is the level.

That is to say, does the observation and tracking follower understand your walking route?

Are you familiar with the surrounding environment and road conditions?

Will he use the crowd to disguise his presence?

If she is an ordinary woman, when she is followed by a strange guy for the first time, her limbs will always be stiff and her face will look panicked.

But this was very common for Natasha.

It's just being followed by strong men, I've long been used to it.

Putting the things in her hands on the side of the road, she pretended to be waiting for the bus.

Then he naturally took out the makeup mirror in his bag, pretended to touch up his makeup, and looked behind him.

It's a pity that there are no shops with large windows on the streets here.

Otherwise, the street window is a great mirror.

Sure enough, seeing her stop, the stalker behind her also stopped accordingly.

Turning the small mirror in your hand gently, you can see a middle-aged white man wearing a leather jacket, with a stern face and eyes looking straight in the other direction, and turned behind a mailbox.

It's a bit... not very professional.

Although this guy's reaction is considered very fast by ordinary people.

But from the perspective of a veteran like Natasha who has been trained and has rich practical experience, his performance is really unnatural.

The core goal of anti-stalking is to find the existence of such unnatural people inadvertently.

The stalker was found.

Natasha's beautiful red lips hidden under the scarf were slightly raised.

The pocket pistol specially designed for female S.H.I.E.L.D. agents was carried in her arms.

At this distance, with her marksmanship, not only could he be killed with one shot, but she could even shoot to break his two knees and mouth in an instant.

Just grab a "tongue".

Natasha turned her body slightly, as if looking to the other side of the street and waiting.

In fact, the other hand was hidden in a blind spot where the stalker could not see, and reached for the gun in his arms.

Turning on his toes, he inadvertently touched the bag of special condiments placed at his feet.

Her hand that reached for the pistol froze for a moment, then put it down naturally.

Can't shoot.

She is on "holiday" today!

If she were to shoot here, whether she was killed or captured alive, she would have to return to S.H.I.E.L.D. to cooperate with other agents in investigating the origins and motives of this stalker.

Then today's dinner holiday, which I finally got through pretending to be a public servant, will be ruined immediately!

Picked up the bag from the ground, held it in his arms, and stood for a while.

Natasha suddenly quickened her pace and walked towards a large shopping mall across the street.

When I walked to the entrance of the mall, I could clearly see the guy trotting over in a panic from the reflection in the glass.

She didn't pay attention and acted as if she didn't realize she was being followed.

Calmly walked into the door of the mall.

There was a lot of traffic in the mall, so she turned left and right inside and bought some small items.

Then he quickly came out through another door and walked quickly around the mall building.

The stalker "bited" very tightly. Although he spent a lot of energy, he finally followed him out of the mall.

He followed Natasha again from a distance.

Then, when he turned around, he could only watch Natasha enter the mall again through another door.

This time she simply bought some small things, like a picky housewife.

After repeating this many times, Natasha got rid of the stalker completely.

Holding the bag in her arms, she chose another path and walked towards the Continental Hotel.

However, within five minutes of walking, she discovered the stalker again.

She narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, glanced at the cameras on the surrounding streets with her peripheral vision, and thought to herself.

Could it be the NYPD?

With a slight sneer, Natasha hugged the bag and walked slowly along the roadside.

The stalker behind him followed from a distance and did not realize that his tracking had already been discovered.

Natasha looked leisurely and slowly passed by a bus stop.

At this time, a bus happened to come into the station. On the platform, the passengers who had already lined up waiting for the bus began to get on the bus in an orderly manner.

Just as the bus door was about to close, Natasha took a few quick steps and got on the bus.

She paid and found a seat.

At the same time, he used his peripheral vision to observe the stalker in the distance.

He didn't follow up.

But Natasha keenly discovered that it was on a street corner further away than him.

Several men suddenly stopped a taxi, and then slowly followed the bus as it passed by.

Natasha's eyes narrowed slightly, it seemed that the stalker had an accomplice.

Then he shouldn't be some impulsive bastard.

And they'll likely have help from someone in the NYPD's traffic control center.

Those damn black police officers are really scum that they can lick twice no matter who pays them.

I heard that a new police chief is coming to New York. I hope this new chief is not a bastard who only knows how to collect dirty money.

So what should she do now?

Want to call SHIELD for backup?

Do not!

Natasha shook her head firmly in her mind.

This is her holiday, no one can ruin it!

No one can!

Natasha was walking on a path leading to the Continental Hotel with some special seasonings in her hand.

The original close-fitting combat attire of an agent that highlighted her figure and was charming was replaced.

What she is wearing now is an ordinary blue windbreaker.

The barrel-shaped windbreaker covered her graceful figure well.

Her beautiful face was half covered by a thick blue and purple floral scarf.

Natasha looks like a normal Russian housewife with an average figure and appearance.

Unless they are people who are familiar with her, no one will associate ordinaryness with sexyness.

And when walking on the street, the disgusting glances that used to be glaring at her body had all disappeared at this moment.

She hummed softly, feeling an indescribable sense of relief.

There is no need to wear heavy makeup and sacrifice your appearance to obtain intelligence, and there is no need to scheming with hostile forces.

Now she is just an ordinary sister who rushes home to cook a delicious meal for her brothers and sisters.

Turned an intersection again.

Cross another street and you'll reach the Continental Hotel.

But the moment she turned around, Natasha's body paused slightly.

Over the years, the intuition of a top agent that had penetrated into her bones made her keenly aware that something was wrong.

She is being followed!

As a woman, no matter when or why.

When you find that you are being followed, you must be alert.

And be sure to stay calm!

Then, without alerting the enemy, try to obtain information about the stalker through observation.

First identify the number of people.

A person?Or multiple people?Or maybe a small group?

Second is the stalker's tool.

Is the other party on foot?Or driving?

Finally there is the level.

That is to say, does the observation and tracking follower understand your walking route?

Are you familiar with the surrounding environment and road conditions?

Will he use the crowd to disguise his presence?

If she is an ordinary woman, when she is followed by a strange guy for the first time, her limbs will always be stiff and her face will look panicked.

But this was very common for Natasha.

It's just being followed by strong men, I've long been used to it.

Putting the things in her hands on the side of the road, she pretended to be waiting for the bus.

Then he naturally took out the makeup mirror in his bag, pretended to touch up his makeup, and looked behind him.

It's a pity that there are no shops with large windows on the streets here.

Otherwise, the street window is a great mirror.

Sure enough, seeing her stop, the stalker behind her also stopped accordingly.

Turning the small mirror in your hand, you could see a middle-aged white man wearing a leather jacket, with a stern face and eyes looking straight in the other direction, and turned behind a mailbox.

It's a bit... not very professional.

Although this guy's reaction is considered very fast by ordinary people.

But from the perspective of a veteran like Natasha who has been trained and has rich practical experience, his performance is really unnatural.

The core goal of anti-stalking is to find the existence of such unnatural people inadvertently.

The stalker was found.

Natasha's beautiful red lips hidden under the scarf were slightly raised.

The pocket pistol specially designed for female S.H.I.E.L.D. agents was carried in her arms.

At this distance, with her marksmanship, not only could he be killed with one shot, but she could even shoot to break his two knees and mouth in an instant.

Just grab a "tongue".

Natasha turned her body slightly, as if looking to the other side of the street and waiting.

In fact, the other hand was hidden in a blind spot where the stalker could not see, and reached for the gun in his arms.

Turning on his toes, he inadvertently touched the bag of special condiments placed at his feet.

Her hand that reached for the pistol froze for a moment, then put it down naturally.

Can't shoot.

She is on "holiday" today!

If she were to shoot here, whether she was killed or captured alive, she would have to return to S.H.I.E.L.D. to cooperate with other agents in investigating the origins and motives of this stalker.

Then today’s dinner holiday, which I finally got through pretending to be a public servant, will be ruined immediately!

He picked up the bag from the ground, held it in his arms, and stood for a while.

Natasha suddenly quickened her pace and walked towards a large shopping mall across the street.

When I walked to the entrance of the mall, I could clearly see the guy trotting over in a panic from the reflection in the glass.

She didn't pay attention and acted as if she didn't realize she was being followed.

Calmly walked into the door of the mall.

There was a lot of traffic in the mall, so she turned left and right inside and bought some small items.

Then he quickly came out through another door and walked quickly around the mall building.

The stalker "bited" very tightly. Although he spent a lot of energy, he finally followed him out of the mall.

He followed Natasha again from a distance.

Then, when he turned around, he could only watch Natasha enter the mall again through another door.

This time she simply bought some small things, like a picky housewife.

After repeating this many times, Natasha got rid of the stalker completely.

Holding the bag in her arms, she chose another path and walked towards the Continental Hotel.

However, within five minutes of walking, she discovered the stalker again.

She narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, glanced at the cameras on the surrounding streets with her peripheral vision, and thought to herself.

Could it be the NYPD?

With a slight sneer, Natasha hugged the bag and walked slowly along the roadside.

The stalker behind him followed from a distance and did not realize that his tracking had already been discovered.

Natasha looked leisurely and slowly passed by a bus stop.

At this time, a bus happened to come into the station. On the platform, the passengers who had already lined up waiting for the bus began to get on the bus in an orderly manner.

Just as the bus door was about to close, Natasha took a few quick steps and got on the bus.

She paid and found a seat.

At the same time, he used his peripheral vision to observe the stalker in the distance.

He didn't follow up.

But Natasha keenly discovered that it was on a street corner further away than him.

Several men suddenly stopped a taxi, and then slowly followed the bus as it passed by.

Natasha's eyes narrowed slightly, it seemed that the stalker had an accomplice.

Then he shouldn't be some impulsive bastard.

And they'll likely have help from someone in the NYPD's traffic control center.

Those damn black police officers are really scum that they can lick twice no matter who pays them.

I heard that a new police chief is coming to New York. I hope this new chief is not a bastard who only knows how to collect dirty money.