"You idiot, what qualifications do you have to shut me up!" Dreykov sneered.
"I bet you would be more qualified in front of a defenseless little girl."
"enough!"
"If you really understand what I have done." Dreykov looked gloomy.
He activated the system with the ruby he wore on his thumb.
"You just know I own the world!"
"You seem to be desperate to convince me." Natasha was unmoved.
Dreykov straightened his suit.
"I don't need to convince you."
"I don't need to convince anyone."
"These world leaders, these great men."
"They will only take orders from me and my widow..."
As the projection screen on the wall updated, a world map came into view, but this world map was different from ordinary world maps. Its background color was red.
The outlines symbolizing each continent are filled with countless red dots.
Combined with the pictures of women that were refreshed one by one next to the projection screen, Natasha knew that those red dots represented black widows, those who were controlled by the Red Room and distributed under the control of Dreykov.
Black widows all over the planet.
"Look at them, these girls, yes, they are trash, they are thrown out on the street, and I recycle trash, I give them purpose, I give them life."
"This is my widow's network. It helps me control the balance of power. As long as I give an order, the world's oil and stock markets will collapse! As long as I give an order, a quarter of the people on the earth will suffer.
My widows can start wars and end wars! They can make kings or destroy kings!"
"Are you just here to control everything?" Natasha stared blankly at the faces of girls from different regions, different ethnic groups, different countries, different skin colors, and different appearances.
"Of course." Dreykov was satisfied with everything he had under his control.
"But... Melina, and you, you, you! You guys!"
Dreykov slammed the table, and he suddenly became furious. It seemed that something had touched his weakness, but no one knew what caused his current violent mood.
Dreykov walked up to Natasha: "It was you who caused me to do everything I have done now. I want to thank you for the bomb. That explosion completely changed me. You taught me that in this world, no one can be harmed."
Everyone I control is my enemy!"
"enemy!"
"It's all because of you. Everything will develop normally! It's all because of you!"
Dreykov raised his fist: "You think, will the trained Black Widow be knocked down by me with one punch? Will I be like the boxing champion Tyson? Oh no, it seems that I am this
King of the world."
"Bang!"
Natasha couldn't dodge, and she didn't want to dodge this bastard's fist. Anyway, the half-century-old man's fist was as light as cotton and had no strength.
However, the obvious pain did not come from the face.
Natasha looked intently.
All he saw was something between Natasha's and Drykov's fists.
Not air.
Nor is it the invisible wall.
It's a man's hand.
It tightly wrapped Dreykov's fist, preventing Dreykov from making any progress no matter how hard he tried.
"I seem to have arrived just in time." Robert communicated with Natasha with his eyes, and found that Natasha seemed to have no desire to look away, and no reason to ask.
Robert had no choice but to gently push away Dreykov, who was showing off his power at the side.
Dreykov's brain didn't realize the current situation for a while. He didn't know this man at all, and he didn't know why this man suddenly appeared in the office of the Red Room Base.
"Are you Natasha's friend? How did you get here?" Dreykov moved his body casually.
"Of course I came all the way, just like an Olympic long-distance running champion. Of course, my speed may be much faster than him."
Robert looked at Natasha: "Hey, our deal is about to be completed, where is Vanessa?"
"Vanessa and Yelena are together, you don't have to worry." Natasha came back to her senses and coughed lightly.
Yelena?
Robert remembered this superhero who had a lot of roles in the plot.
Yelena is Natasha's half-sister when she was a child, and she can be trusted.
Moreover, Yelena is also a specially trained Black Widow, and her skills are not much different from Natasha's. At least in a relatively easy "dungeon" like the Red Room Base, Robert can trust that Yelena can take Vanessa through the level without any injuries.
"Then the next step is to deal with this old man."
What's this old man's name, Arminos? Or something...
Forget it, Robert simply didn't think about it, because this guy wasn't even included in the hero's illustrated book, and he didn't even have the value of having his name known to Robert.
Robert first observed the surrounding furnishings and found nothing that threatened him.
But one thing worth noting is that a red world map is displayed on a projector on the wall. In the corners of the map are the faces of young girls, just like what you often see on the electronic screen when participating in a dating show.
The guests who arrived were all the same and took turns to show off.
In addition, the decoration of the entire room is extremely retro, with a flavor of the Northern Alliance nobles from one or two hundred years ago, with gilt jewelry inlaid on the brown wooden tables and chairs, bookshelves, and even some handicrafts.
Just as Robert was admiring it, Dreykov finally yelled: "Don't think that you will be safe after successfully breaking through my defense! Black widows, come out!"
"Suffer it!"
Dreykov suddenly pressed a hidden device near the table.
Obviously, his operation can wake up those sleeping black widows.
If those numerous and elite black widows were allowed to gather together...
Natasha said anxiously: "Robert, what are you doing? Why don't you do it quickly! No, pheromones, can't you also do something to Dreykov? It's over, I should have warned you!"
"What pheromones..." Robert felt baffled as he listened to Natasha's muttering.
He just wanted to get the Black Widows together so that he could take action more easily.
Robert said: "If you have any backup plans, use them as soon as possible."
Dreykov looked at Robert's hesitant look and thought that the pheromone inhaled by Robert had finally exerted its effect.
He laughed wildly twice and remotely informed Antonia, who was beating Alexei violently, through his earphones.
"Antonia, come back, there's a rat with a not-so-smart mind in the office!"
"Hahaha!" Dreykov walked up to Robert without any scruples, and touched Robert's shoulder.
"Any last words? This is Natasha's little friend."
He turned around and strolled: "I don't know who gave you the confidence to rescue Natasha. I'm afraid it's because of Natasha's beauty. What a fool. My Black Widow and Antonia will be there in three minutes.
We’ll be there soon.”
Dreykov twirled the ruby ring on his thumb: "When the time comes, I hope you can take Antonia's iron fist just like you just took my fist!"