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M: TSIA Chapter 126: The Strange Nancy
🕑 Added 2025-03-26 11:47:42 +0000 UTC"Nancy? Weren't you taken away by SHIELD?" Lance asked, still half in disbelief.
Nancy looked at Lance with an unreadable expression. "Mr. White, I'm here to see you."
Something felt off. Nancy's small face appeared slightly flushed, and her breathing sounded heavier than usual. There was a faint sweet aroma in the air, something that reminded Lance of—
Spring has arrived? Wait, this isn't the time to think like that!
Lance pushed aside his strange thoughts and quickly invited Nancy in. However, a wary expression remained on his face as he asked, "Nancy, are you okay?"
The girl's expression... was strange. It was as if Nancy was in an unusual state.
Is Nancy... drugged?
Before Lance could process further, Nancy looked at him with a changed gaze. Her eyes sparkled with allure, her lips slightly parted, and then—
Her quick steps brought Nancy closer. In an instant, she pushed Lance into the corner of the room.
"...?"
Lance was momentarily stunned. Am I really being pushed against the wall?
But the surprise wasn't over yet.
In one swift motion, Lance felt something even more shocking—Nancy's arms wrapped around him, one going down to his leg and the other encircling his back.
Before Lance could react, he found himself trapped in a hug... a princess-style hug.
Damn!
What are you going to do?!
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A moment later, after going through a series of heated moments on the bed, Lance finally got up unsteadily, his hand reflexively holding his waist.
With a physique as strong as Captain America, Lance had almost been defeated by a woman... How embarrassing!
Lance took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind. The test he had just conducted proved that Nancy's abilities were indeed extraordinary. However, compared to Captain America or the Winter Soldier, Nancy's strengths leaned more towards agility. Even so, Nancy's physical strength should not be underestimated.
Considering Nancy's military background, could she be the result of a secret experiment? But if that were the case, would the military really allow such a valuable asset like Nancy to just roam free?
Lance shifted his gaze to Nancy, who was still lying on the bed.
“...”
Nancy lowered her face, now flushed, clearly showing her embarrassment.
Lance cleared his throat, trying to dispel the awkwardness. "Nancy, I was too focused earlier... What's wrong with you?"
But Nancy's expression seemed strange. Her face was slightly sweaty, her breath was ragged, and her gaze was filled with anxiety. For a moment, Nancy looked like someone who had been forcibly given an aphrodisiac.
Lance squinted. Could this be Nick Fury's doing? Or someone trying to control Lance? If so, weren't they worried about losing a golden opportunity they would never get again?
Nancy took a deep breath and then spoke in a soft voice, "You know, I'm different."
Lance remained silent, allowing Nancy to speak.
Nancy lowered her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't born normally... I have no parents, no siblings. I only had a group of military scientists who created artificial humans in a laboratory."
Lance stayed silent, listening intently.
"There are forty-eight others like me," Nancy continued with a vacant stare. "We were born and raised in the laboratory. It wasn't until we were eight years old that we saw the outside world for the first time. But that outside world was not the freedom we hoped for. We were trained relentlessly, forced to learn various combat techniques, and turned into emotionless killing machines."
Nancy paused for a moment, her eyes misty. "In the process, many fell. Out of forty-nine, only twenty survived."
Nancy clenched her fists. "We didn't want to remain their puppets. One night, we used all the skills they taught us to escape from that secret laboratory."
"But they wouldn't let us go so easily."
"During the escape, we lost more siblings... They hunted us down, one by one. We dared not gather again, dared not leave traces, and had no way to communicate with each other. We could only spread out across the world, living in the shadows. That's how my life has been."
Lance sighed deeply. “I know your past hasn't been easy, but I didn't expect it to be this dark... So, the people chasing you are from that laboratory?”
"Yes."
Nancy turned slightly, looking at Lance with tired, glimmering eyes. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, looking messy yet still radiating charm. "They will never stop. I have repeatedly escaped from their pursuit, until I finally decided to join the army and be sent to the war zone in Iraq. I thought..."
Nancy suddenly stopped speaking.
Nancy's face tensed, her body began to tremble violently, and her expression showed immense pain.
"Nancy?! What’s happening?!" Lance immediately moved closer to Nancy. He tried to comb through Nancy's hair with the energy of the White Lantern to look for injuries, but found nothing suspicious.
With great effort, Nancy lifted her finger and pointed to her clothes lying on the floor. Nancy's lips trembled as she said, "Medicine... Medicine..."
Lance furrowed his brow. "Illness?"
Without wasting any time, Lance quickly searched through Nancy's torn clothes and found a small white bottle. He poured out a few capsules and carefully handed them to Nancy.
The effects took hold quickly. Although Nancy's body still twitched slightly, her breathing began to stabilize, and her face looked calmer.
"That... was very scary... wasn't it?" Nancy whispered softly, her voice barely audible. Nancy's body still shook, like a broken doll that had just been half-heartedly repaired. A bitter, sad smile lingered at the corner of her lips.
"Your illness..." Lance fell silent, his eyes widening as his words caught in his throat. He stared at Nancy with an expression of disbelief.
"It's not... an illness," Nancy said in a calm voice, though there was a faint tremor in her tone. "It's a... genetic... defect... you know."
Slowly, Nancy lifted her hair, revealing the back of her neck.
A strange tattoo was etched there—a series of lines resembling a barcode. It was not just ink, but something that seemed to run deeper, as if it were part of Nancy herself.
