Marvel's female superheroine travels through multiple worlds

In the high-altitude fortress of the Red House, in his office, Drekoff was like a wild beast driven to desperation and starving, extremely irritable.

He frantically smashed the glass objects around him and swept everything off his desk to the ground, venting the overwhelming fear within him.

Supergirl's sudden appearance was completely unexpected.

Her unparalleled strength and indestructible body were truly terrifying.

Thirty thousand regular troops plus special forces in Manhattan, New York, were completely helpless against her. Countless bullets rained down like a storm, but they couldn't even tear the hem of her clothes. It was all utterly absurd!

Tanks and helicopters were as fragile as paper in front of her, easily torn to shreds.

According to the analysis of the Red House Research Department, Supergirl's abilities most likely stem from a super genetic mutation.

She couldn't possibly be a Kryptonian, since such a planetary civilization doesn't exist in this world, yet she possesses overwhelming strength akin to that of Superman.

The Red House was utterly powerless against such an existence, and Drekoff never intended to provoke her.

However, today, Supergirl suddenly appeared outside the high-altitude fortress and created thousands of identical clones, completely surrounding the base.

At this moment, Drekoff's mind was in turmoil: should he deploy the Black Widow forces or send in the base's guards?

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he dismissed it with self-deprecation.

Don't be ridiculous, she's a superwoman!

Drekoff was focused on peaceful dialogue and attempted to resolve the issue through negotiation.

He firmly believes that all humans have needs, and even Superman is no exception.

Didn't Superman in the comics have his suburban villa auctioned off by the bank because he couldn't afford the rent?

Money, power, luxury cars, mansions—even if you find a few male models for Superwoman, as long as you can negotiate, there's still a glimmer of hope.

But who could have predicted that before he could even issue the order to disarm and prohibit firing, the guards who had not been injected with the chemical control agent had already pulled the trigger in terror.

In an instant, the close-in weapon system of the air fortress activated, entering a state of rapid fire! All sorts of weapons precisely locked onto Supergirl, who was floating in the air.

However, the result plunged them into endless despair. The powerful firepower that could level a small town in a minute couldn't even touch Supergirl's body.

Bullets and shells hit her, but only created invisible energy ripples.

Immediately afterwards, the eyes of thousands of Supergirls simultaneously lit up with a dazzling white light, and scorching rays swept in from all directions like a storm.

All of the steel fortress's anti-aircraft weapons, including the Quinjet fighters that had just taken off, were instantly cut into pieces of red-hot scrap metal.

The continuous explosions were deafening, echoing through the sky.

Drekoff went completely mad; his prized defensive capabilities couldn't even last a second.

"It's you! Melina! You betrayed me!! You're the one who brought Supergirl here!" Drekoff roared furiously, staring intently at Melina.

He was certain that Supergirl had come for the Red Room, but even now, he still couldn't understand why.

After all, the agents controlled by the Red Room have never provoked Supergirl.

“Drekov, in fact, Supergirl discovered this high-altitude fortress a long time ago. I was just bait.” Melina shrugged, her expression calm, and replied indifferently.

When Supergirl came to her door with Natasha and Alexei, she was genuinely surprised and didn't want to get involved.

But the temptation to leave the red house was too great, and with such capable teammates, she felt that Drekoff was simply powerless to resist.

"What exactly is Supergirl's purpose?!" Drekoff asked, suppressing his anger and speaking slowly.

"Can't you see? She's going to destroy the Red House organization." Melina leaned back in her chair, her tone calm and without a trace of tension.

In her opinion, a man as shrewd as Drekoff shouldn't ask such a foolish question.

"Why? The Red House has never messed with Supergirl! We've never even crossed paths!" Drekoff was jumping up and down in frustration, full of questions.

This is like passing by a house and having no grudge against it, yet you want to demolish its house. Only a madman would do that.

"I don't know. Maybe she disapproved of what the Red House was doing, after all, she came to see me with Natasha." Melina shook her head calmly, indicating that she knew nothing about it.

“Natasha? That damned traitor! I raised her, taught her combat skills, gave her a home! And this is how she treats me!!” Drekoff instantly flew into a rage, pounding his fists on the desk.

If only I had known this would happen, I should have taken the pressure from S.H.I.E.L.D. and eliminated Natasha back then. Instead, I've attracted an entity even more terrifying than S.H.I.E.L.D.

“Fine, I’ve had enough of your pretentious posturing. I may die, but many will die with me! In that case, let’s see who’s stronger!” Drekoff’s eyes instantly turned icy cold as he spoke maliciously.

He walked to his desk, opened a drawer, and a touchscreen display panel appeared.

He swiped the ring across the screen, and world map data instantly appeared on the office's large screen.

Those points of white light are scattered all over the world; this is the grand blueprint and plan that the Red House has always envisioned.

Today, Drekoff plans to activate these Black Widows distributed around the world, to show the world what true madness is.

He's never been a good-tempered person, so let's see if Supergirl can just stand by and watch innocent people suffer.

Strangely, Melina showed no signs of panic; her expression remained calm, which puzzled Drekoff.

“You need to understand, if I press this button, Black Widows all over the world will unleash a bloodbath! They will destroy oil fields, smash military facilities, and even assassinate presidents and high-ranking government officials.” Drekoff narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Melina as he spoke.

“Go ahead, you’re welcome to give it a try.” Melina casually picked up a glass of whiskey, took a sip, and replied nonchalantly.

Meanwhile, inside the training room of the Red House high-altitude fortress base, a group of Black Widows were gathering for their daily training.

Chaos reigned within the base, with shrill alarms blaring incessantly.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion, completely unaware of what had happened.

Since they have not received any orders, the Black Widows usually remain in normal condition until Drekoff issues the command to activate the drug control.

"What happened?" Yelena asked the person next to her, her face full of confusion.

“I’m not sure either, it seems the base has been compromised,” another Black Widow replied uncertainly.

"Really? Then what should we do?" Black Widow asked in surprise, standing at the door.

"We haven't received any orders to move, so we can only stay put. Maybe this is just a drill." Yelena scratched her head helplessly, feeling quite bored.

Since being captured here, she has lived through more than a decade, and now she is 16 years old. Life is like a dream; Yelena has transformed from an innocent and ignorant little girl into a well-trained special agent.

Those innocent and carefree dreams had long been worn away by this hellish and cruel training.

She now longs to go out, see the world, and have a couple of shots of vodka.

That fake family gave her a wonderful childhood memory.

However, when she awoke from her dream, the cruel truth came crashing down on her like a tidal wave.

Yelena wondered when she would see her sister Natasha again. She heard that Natasha had successfully defected, which was great.

To this day, the Red House still holds Natasha's highest records; whether in fighting skills or survival ability, she was second to none.

Perhaps everyone understands that the family was just a deception set up to steal state secrets, but Yelena still insists on believing that the family affection had truly existed.

With no mission instructions in hand, a dozen or so Black Widows sat with their knees drawn up in the middle of the training room, chatting idly.

When carrying out missions, they are ruthless killers, but in normal circumstances, they are just a group of young girls.

"Yelena, do you have a favorite superhero?" one of the cute little girls named Eloshir asked curiously.

“Of course, Captain America,” Yelena replied proudly.

"That's really strange. You're a Slav, so why don't you like Captain America, but instead like Captain America?" another Black Widow asked, puzzled.

“Captain America is upright, brave, tenacious, and fearless of sacrifice. Why can’t I like him? That Soviet Captain is just an idiot and a bastard. I get angry just thinking about him!” Yelena rolled her eyes and said with a displeased expression.

She grew up in Ohio and heard many stories about Captain America.

During the critical moments of World War II, Captain America led the Howling Commandos in a heroic fight against the Nazi Hydra organization, all of which are detailed in the book.

As a child, Yelena lacked a sense of security, but the stories of Captain America always gave her strength and allowed her to face life bravely.

As for the Soviet captain, isn't he just that silly guy Alexei?

How can he be compared to Captain America, who is fearless, brave, and decisive?

Yelena curled her lip, her face full of disdain.

"Okay, I prefer Superman. You guys know that new Supergirl who came out recently? My god, she's so beautiful and strong, she can lift a commercial airliner with her bare hands! That's hundreds of tons!"

Eloshir's eyes sparkled with longing, as if she were immersed in a beautiful fantasy.

“Superman is just a fictional character from comic books; he doesn’t actually exist. However, from a woman’s perspective, Supergirl is indeed incredibly cool.” Yelena nodded solemnly in agreement, then stroked her chin and continued.

"However, Captain America doesn't have any superpowers; he earned his title as a hero as an ordinary person! Supergirl should be a powerful supernatural being; she is fundamentally different from Captain America."

"Come on, Captain America is a participant in the Super Soldier program. His physical abilities have been greatly enhanced and improved. How can you say he doesn't have superpowers? By the way, doesn't anyone like Iron Man?" The petite blonde girl asked with a puzzled look.

"That exoskeleton-powered armor is indeed incredibly cool, but Tony Stark is a notorious scumbag," Yelena commented mercilessly.

"I really wish I could put all the superheroes together as a team, but unfortunately, reality is always cruel," Elosil sighed helplessly.

“I do know Supergirl and Iron Man; they even attended a Stark Industries press conference together. But my idol, Captain America, has long since passed away, so this collaboration is probably impossible.” Yelena wrinkled her nose, a hint of sadness on her face.

However, just as she finished speaking, a loud "boom" suddenly rang out!

The door to the training room seemed to have been violently struck by a speeding train, instantly shattering into pieces.

A figure dressed in a red, blue and white combat uniform and holding a shield rushed into the training room like lightning!

Chapter 50 The Death of Drekoff

A tremendous force slammed into the thick bulletproof glass door, and a loud "boom" was heard!

The glass door shattered instantly, and countless sharp fragments flew in all directions like projectiles!

This sudden commotion, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly startled all the Black Widow trainees inside the room!

Instinctively, they quickly grabbed the nearest weapon, their eyes filled with vigilance as they stared intently at the intruder.

Soon, Yelena, who was in the lead, widened her eyes, her eyes filled with surprise.

The newcomer was dressed in a red, white, and blue striped combat suit, wielding a distinctive five-pointed star shield; he was muscular and handsome…

This image is so familiar, so nostalgic!

"Are you impersonating Captain America?" Yelena asked cautiously, though her voice held a hint of wariness, her excitement was still evident in her eyes.

Is today April Fool's Day?

God heard her inner cry and sent her a "Captain America"?

But then I thought, how could that be possible!