"Warning, warning, there is a flying object five hundred meters away. The target's defense system has been activated. The defense system has been activated."
"Is this your plan?"
Dreykov leaned on the edge of the table and stared at Natasha in front of him. After hearing the system warning, he seemed to have no interest in the UFO in the air, and he didn't even feel the slightest threat.
"My plan is to kill you," Natasha said.
"But I'm still alive now."
"I don't know what you asked Alexei to do, but wouldn't it be interesting? That guy with all the muscles in his head flew over in a plane."
"Then, what should we do now?"
Dreykov is a slightly fat middle-aged man. It must be said that even though his hair is half white, he still maintains a good and strong figure.
Dreykov, who is wearing a pair of large black square-framed glasses, exudes the flavor of an intellectual from the Far North Alliance. Coupled with his current rebellious demeanor, he looks like the king of the Far North Alliance.
"What's the name of my biological mother?" Natasha stood in front of Dreykov.
"Ah...the place where we buried her..." Dreykov frowned, as if to think, he kept spinning his left hand in circles in the air.
"There is a tree..." Dreykov looked at Natasha.
"Well... there is also a pink flower..."
"very beautiful."
"There is a tombstone with her name engraved on it... What is her name?"
"Ah..." Dreykov hesitated for a while.
He raised his right hand, pinched his thumb and index finger together, and confirmed: "Anonymous."
Anonymous, there is no name, even if there is one, he can't remember a word at all. Too many people died at his hands.
"Don't you have any feelings?" Natasha's eyes gradually became wet with tears, and she shook her head.
"Didn't you feel anything when I killed your daughter?!"
Dreykov spread his hands: "You can only live in the past?"
The air froze, and Natasha didn't say a word.
"Really?" Dreykov laughed sarcastically.
"Hahaha... hum hum hum…" Dreykov put his right hand in the shape of a fist against his mouth.
"Thank you, Natasha, this is so funny. You think you killed my daughter, but in fact, you gave me the best weapon." Dreykov stood up and walked over to "
"Taking the Master" around.
Natasha's eyes followed Dreykov's figure until Taskmaster took off her metal helmet. Natasha's pupils shrank as if she had seen something incredible.
Because... that "Taking Master" who is fully armed and looks like an emotionless robot is actually a woman!
And...through the burns on Taskmaster's face and her white pupils.
Natasha knew.
Drykov's daughter Antonia did not actually die. She survived by chance and survived the explosion caused by Natasha.
However, she is no longer her, look at her dull look...
Damn Dreykov, he didn’t even spare his biological daughter!
"When your bomb went off and nearly killed my Antonia, I had to put a chip in the back of her neck."
"On the back of her neck." Dreykov pointed to the back of his neck.
"Look at her. It's hard for you to stare at her."
"I know, I know she can see everything."
"And she can do it. She is a perfect imitator. She can imitate the fighting style of all your friends, Barton? Or someone else..."
"Can she hear me?" Natasha gritted her teeth.
"What?" Dreykov held his waist.
"Do you want to make her feel better? Do you want to tell her you're sorry? Well, you should have thought of that before blowing her face up, but enough of this crap, Antonia, go ahead
Go to work, there are rats in the basement, go ahead."
Natasha knew that Antonia was going to deal with her adoptive mother "Iron Lady" Melina, her adoptive mother and one of the designers of the Red House Base.
If Melina was killed by Dreykov like this, the long-range defense weapons in the Red Room Base could only obey Dreykov's orders.
Then the rescue of Robert and Alexei will never arrive.
The long-range defense weapons of the Red Room Base can directly tear it into pieces.
"Her opponent is me!"
Natasha stood in front of Antonia and took out the two swords she carried on her back.
"Oh no, my baby, your opponent is... I am the right one!"
Dreykov punched Natasha in a very ungrateful manner, but Natasha was not easily hit. She ducked sideways and was about to fight back, but when Natasha
Just as her fist was about to touch the tip of Dreykov's nose, Natasha's fist stopped inexplicably.
"Yeah! Yeah!" His fist didn't move at all.
It was as if the thing between Natasha's fist and Dreykov was not air, but a wall.
"How do you control me!"
"I don't control you, Natasha." Dreykov looked into Natasha's eyes and spoke carefully.
"I haven't controlled you, not yet. Now you are wondering why you can't hit me... because there is a kind of pheromone in the air."
This airborne pheromone, a high-tech molecule capable of controlling human nerves, invaded Natasha's brain.
Even if Natasha hated Dreykov so much that she could not do anything.
"Inhaling my pheromones can prevent you from being violent to me."
"I'm sorry for Melina, I'm sorry that I have to kill her."
Dreykov sat back on the black leather office chair. He turned on the high-tech computer on his desk and said to the screen displayed on the computer: "Is this your plan?"
"Control the weapons at the Red Room Base, and then let your dear adoptive father, Alexey, successfully land and rescue you?"
"This is not a good plan." Dreykov shook his head.
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"No, no, no, Natasha, you are wrong."
Drykov stood up: "I would also like to thank you for finding Alexei, which saved me a lot of effort to find him."
"Of course, you may have called your little friend."
Dreykov let the computer surveillance screen be projected on the wall.
Among them are Alexey, who is wearing a red helmet and red tights, as well as Robert and Taro Yamamoto, who are wearing cotton-padded jackets.
The plane they were flying had successfully landed at the Red Room Base. At least Melina controlled the base's defense system at the most critical moment and ordered the weapons to stop firing. Otherwise, the jet would have just had a few more bullet holes.
Problem.
"Is there anyone named Barton here? I would also like to thank him for helping me set off a beautiful firework."
"Dreykov, you can't speak. When was the last time you spoke to someone? You probably haven't spoken to anyone for a long time. After all, others are forced to talk to you."
Dreykov glanced at Natasha: "Natasha, I thought you would make some improvements, but at present, it seems that it was a wrong choice for you to escape from here and go to Inmet, which did not teach you what it means to
Strategy, the real art, should be about the enemy being in the open and me being in the dark.”
"I stood by and watched all this, not because I had that kind of despicable pity. Let you go, do you think so? No, it's totally wrong. If you think about it, you did me a big favor. Ah
Lexie, Barton, the resistance agent... you are such a good baby, you personally delivered them to me."
"This is not called art, this is just hiding in the dark, like a mouse. You are nothing, you have nothing!"
"There are fifty people on this earth..." Dreykov seemed to want to spread his ideas.
But Natasha didn't want to listen to him at all: "Shut up! Shut up!"