Marvel's female superheroine travels through multiple worlds

The Red House must be up to something new again, maybe a new training program.

However, even if the person in front of her was fake, seeing such a similar appearance still brought a surge of joy to her heart.

“Child, I have been asleep for over sixty years and have only recently been awakened. I am not impersonating anyone!” Steve tightened his grip on his shield, but seeing that the young women showed no signs of attacking immediately, he relaxed slightly and a teasing smile appeared on his face.

His mission was to infiltrate the Black Widow's training room in the Red Room, and in fact, he had already successfully completed it.

Along the way, dozens of guards tried to stop him. These guards were indeed stronger than ordinary people, but they were nothing in front of Steve.

Wherever his sound-absorbing shield went, the guards fell to the ground, unable to get up.

It's about how the shield flies out, goes back and forth in the dining hall, and eventually comes back. Even he himself can't explain it clearly, only attributing it to physical training instincts.

"Impossible! Captain America Steve Rogers died in 1945. He couldn't possibly be alive, much less as young as you! Although you are handsome, please don't tarnish my idol."

Yelena raised the stun gun in her hand, biting her lip, her words tinged with resentment.

She desperately wished that everything before her eyes was real, and not a prank.

"I'm glad you remember so clearly. You're Yelena, aren't you? Alexei, help me prove that I am who I am!"

Steve sighed helplessly, tucked his shield behind his back, abandoned his defensive stance, and shouted loudly towards the door.

Upon hearing the name, Yelena's pupils contracted slightly, and a mixture of expectation and determination flashed in her eyes, creating a contradictory expression.

In an instant, her thoughts drifted back to the happy times she had spent in Ohio, remembering her strong father, gentle mother, and her sister who always cared for and loved her.

Yelena prayed in her heart that if everything before her was a prank, then please don't let her return to reality too soon!

However, when that familiar figure appeared, her fantasy completely collapsed.

A tall, somewhat weathered man wearing a red, tight-fitting combat suit, with a protruding belly and a full beard, walked in from outside.

"Yelena, my daughter, come to your father!" The man's voice was full of affection.

"Fuck, who the hell are you?!" Yelena's eyes flashed with hostility as she stared at the fat man in front of her, baring her teeth as she spoke.

If the fake Captain America is a high-quality replica, then this Soviet Captain America is someone else entirely!

Meanwhile, in his office at the air fortress, Drekoff was constantly trying to activate the control panel with the ring in his hand.

However, the panel mercilessly displayed "Permission denied".

He was stunned, staring incredulously at the ring on his finger, even wondering if it was a fake.

"No need to confirm anymore. The Red Room's system has been reprogrammed by Iron Man. Your last resort has failed." Melina sat leisurely to the side, elegantly taking a sip of whiskey, and said unhurriedly.

From the moment she entered the high-altitude fortress, she scattered external program connection devices containing Jarvis throughout the office, creating conditions for system intrusion.

Now, the signals here have long been blocked, and Drekoff can no longer issue any commands.

Iron Man, Supergirl, Captain America, Red Guardian, and Black Widow have teamed up to fight. Drekoff, unfortunately, your good days are over.

“Tony Stark?!” Drekoff exclaimed incredulously.

Did he offend some deity today?

Supergirl and Iron Man teamed up to destroy the Red House?! That's absolutely absurd!

He didn't provoke these freaks!

“That’s right, as are Alexei and Captain America. Surrender, General Drekoff.”

Melina put down her wine glass, stood up expressionlessly, and spoke in a voice as cold as winter frost.

Drekoff was stunned and completely panicked.

Alexei was sent to prison by him, and his presence here must mean he has been rescued.

Although this person is not very bright, he is extremely vengeful and must hate him to the core!

And Captain America, wasn't he confirmed dead back in 1945? What exactly happened?

But he knew Melina; she wouldn't lie about something that seemed completely impossible.

Then there's only one possibility... something beyond his control is quietly approaching!

“You’ll die before they get in!” Drekoff said through gritted teeth, reacting quickly.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the Imitation Master emerged from behind the office screen, holding two gleaming, sharp knives whose blades shone with a chilling light under the lamplight.

"I don't intend to resist, because the people who are going to deal with you have already arrived." Melina remained calm and composed, waving her hand without any panic.

She had no desire to confront Taskmaster head-on. This top-tier combatant, possessing powerful learning abilities and capable of mimicking any combat style, was a T1-level fighter in the Red Room and far beyond the capabilities of an aging Black Widow agent like herself.

"What?" Drekoff frowned, looking puzzled and confused.

The moment he finished speaking, a deafening roar suddenly rang out, as if Thor's roar was exploding in his ears!

A huge hole was forcibly torn open in the superalloy wall of the office by a powerful force!

Lu Yunmeng, with a cold expression, flew in from outside like a shooting star and hovered steadily in mid-air in front of the desk.

"Superwoman?!" Drekoff was terrified and quickly hid behind Taskmaster.

Although he knew in his heart that the Red Room's masterpiece would probably be unable to imitate Supergirl's fighting abilities.

But at this moment, it was the only "lifeline" he could grasp, giving him a faint sense of security.

Lu Yunmeng's gaze was sharp as she looked down at Derekov, radiating a powerful aura.

The man had a weathered appearance, typical of Slavs, and was now trembling behind the impersonator.

The seemingly sturdy external defenses of the red house were as fragile as paper in the face of her overwhelming power, failing to hold out for even a minute.

She destroyed more than 40 anti-aircraft weapons and more than 120 small defensive facilities.

Of the more than twenty Quinjet fighters, more than half were shot down, and the rest, whose pilots were all killed, could not take off and could only remain quietly parked on the tarmac.

These are all valuable assets, and Lu Yunmeng has no intention of taking over a dilapidated fortress that is all show and no substance.

Upon seeing the intruder, Taskmaster charged forward like a black lightning bolt without saying a word, his two sharp knives aimed straight at Lu Yunmeng's eyes. This attack was incredibly swift and carried a deadly aura!

The chip system analyzed that the opponent's body was indestructible and could withstand heavy firepower, so the Imitation Master's first move was a killing blow, without any hesitation.

However, Lu Yunmeng stood firm like a towering mountain.

She landed steadily on the ground without even blinking.

Then, to Derekov's incredulous gaze, she actually managed to withstand the imitation master's saber with her own eyeballs!

With a crisp clang, the military knife twisted and deformed the moment it touched her cornea, eventually breaking into several pieces and falling to the ground.

What the hell is that monster?!

The Imitation Master momentarily "crashed," and after completing the attack, it stood there motionless, stunned.

The computer chip system in her brain went into chaos, unable to analyze the best way to defeat her opponent, and was already somewhat overloaded.

Melina was also stunned by what she saw.

Logically speaking, the eyeball is the most vulnerable part of the human body. Even if Supergirl has an exaggerated physical strength, she should not be able to ignore such a deadly attack that is aimed directly at the eye.

But the facts were right in front of her, and she had to admit that she was still short-sighted; the other person had simply used their most vulnerable part to withstand the sharpest attack.

It's incredibly powerful!

Lu Yunmeng blinked, as if she had only been lightly bitten by a mosquito and was feeling a little itchy.

Even without using mutated bio-energy, she can completely ignore any physical attack from the Imitation Master.

While a master imitator can mimic attack methods, fighting habits, and even perfectly replicate an opponent's movements, a true master imitator can also mimic them.

However, the absolute power gap between the two sides was like an insurmountable chasm, rendering his imitation meaningless.

Lu Yunmeng flashed, her speed too fast for the naked eye to discern, and swiftly delivered a chop to the neck of the Imitation Master.

With a thud, the Imitation Master collapsed to the ground, falling into a coma.

Antonia Drekoff, General Drekoff's biological daughter, was also Black Widow's biggest regret when she joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and carried out the assassination of Drekoff.

This is a poor child. Even though he was seriously injured and rescued, he was still turned into a puppet by Drekoff who moved by implanted electronic chips.

"Superwoman, I think everything can be resolved through negotiation, can't you?"

"Whatever you need, I can contribute the entire power of the Red House to solve all your problems."

“Money, power, the Red House can help you get them, what do you think?” Drekoff became more and more excited as he spoke, sweat streaming down his face and soaking his collar.

Seeing his last hope crumble in an instant, he still refused to give up and tried to lure Lu Yunmeng with benefits.

“Not good at all. I never negotiate with perverts,” Lu Yunmeng said coldly.

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly lit up with a dazzling white light, and two scorching rays as thick as an infant's arm shot out like two angry fire dragons, instantly slicing Drekoff in two from top to bottom.

In an instant, intestines, internal organs, and various body tissues were scattered all over the ground, and the stench of blood mixed with the stench of feces quickly filled the air.

The once-powerful General Derekov, who had ruled the Red House, the Soviet Union's top spy organization, who collected orphans from all over the world, trained them to be secret agents, and orchestrated numerous assassinations of world leaders, died in his office.

He didn't have time to leave any last words before he turned into a meaningless lump of rotten flesh.

In fact, before the operation, Steve had opposed the decision to execute Derekov privately, believing that he should be handed over to the relevant authorities for a fair trial.

However, Lu Yunmeng insisted that handing Derekov over to the so-called relevant departments would be unfair to the victims.

The Red House was originally under the control of the former Soviet Union, but after the collapse of the Soviet Union, Russia did not have the absolute legal right to try Drekov.

Moreover, the Black Widow's powerful group is bound to attract the envy of many, and if not handled properly, it could very well lead to a repeat of past mistakes.

Therefore, Drekoff must die!

Judging fairness is God's business, and her responsibility was to send Drekoff to meet God. Not torturing him before his death was the last act of mercy she could offer.

"Clean this up. This will be my office from now on," Lu Yunmeng said calmly, glancing indifferently at the mangled corpse on the ground.

"Me?" Melina asked in surprise, pointing first at herself and then at the wreckage on the ground, her expression incredulous.

“It’s not mandatory. You can leave the Red House anytime you want. However, the scientific research will have to be handed over to someone else.” Lu Yunmeng said with a sharp gaze.

The Red House is an extremely well-equipped aerial fortress with complete facilities and a technological level that even surpasses international standards, making it the perfect future base.

As for whether they want to stay or not, it's entirely up to them. Especially for those poor girls whose thoughts and behaviors are being controlled, Lu Yunmeng decided to give them the right to choose freely.

Melina remained silent for a long time before finally walking to the cubicle by the door and taking out a bucket and a mop.

This seemingly incredibly advanced high-altitude fortress is cleaned in a rather primitive way, without even a robot vacuum cleaner.

“It seems I need this job, boss.” Melina looked up at Lu Yunmeng with a faint smile on her face.