Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

Evening, a villa on the north side of Geylert Hill in Budapest.

"Damn it, the boss is exploiting his employees."

Outside the villa, Negri, wearing a down jacket and looking displeased, got out of the car with a laptop in his hand.

He slammed the car door and walked into the villa. In the courtyard, he could see many fully armed soldiers standing guard.

She wasn't surprised, and walked into the villa's main gate.

As you walk through the front door and into the entryway, you are greeted by a spacious and brightly lit luxurious living room.

Natasha, Reicher, and Roseco, along with a dozen or so soldiers, were here, along with several others kneeling on the ground.

A slightly overweight, middle-aged Eastern European man wearing a sweater and glasses, an 8-year-old girl with a frightened expression, and several servants.

"Oh, what a beauty!"

When Nigley saw Natasha, his eyes lit up. Humans are visual creatures, and the appreciation of beauty transcends gender; beautiful people always make a good first impression.

“I told you, Negley.”

"She is Natasha."

Reichel gave a brief introduction from the side.

"Nigley."

"Natasha."

Natasha greeted Nigley, who looked her over and concluded, "The boss must really like you."

“I think so too,” Roseco agreed.

She was a well-known beauty in Margrave, otherwise she wouldn't have been pursued by young Kleiner, but she was still somewhat inferior to Natasha.

I've heard there are quite a few top beauties in the Red House.

Could it be Matthew?

Roseco sighed silently, thinking, "My little brother has grown up. Daniel, you must be very proud of him."

However, there seem to be too many people here.

Chapter 47 Your hypocritical pretense is disgusting

But considering Matthew's monstrous physique, it doesn't seem like such a big problem.

Roseco was still lost in her own thoughts.

Reich spoke again: "Nigley, you'd better hurry."

"You're becoming more and more like the BOSS, Raiche."

Negri complained briefly, then immediately got to work, opened his laptop and handed it to Reicher, then looked at the chubby Eastern European man: "Is it him?"

"Drekov".

Raiche gave a definite answer.

"OK, looks like you've put this bastard through a lot of torture."

Nigley looked at Drekoff with some disgust. The man had signs of torture on his body and looked very weak, clearly having been tortured.

She knew what Drekoff had done, so naturally she felt no sympathy whatsoever.

"Let Antonia go, and I'll tell you everything."

Drekoff looked up at the people who had broken into his home and said weakly.

"dad."

Only 8-year-old Derek's daughter, Antonia, cried out in a frightened whisper.

"No matter how much you pretend, you won't evoke any sympathy. All I see in you is cunning and pretense," Raiche said dismissively.

Drekoff is an ambitious man who has no family ties, only self-interest.

The other party's feigned concern is nothing more than an attempt to gain sympathy and a glimmer of hope.

Natasha remained silent; the nightmare of the past had now become this state.

She felt only pleasure.

As for Antonia, she was conflicted and didn't know what to do.

Natasha is not an indecisive person, but her past experiences and the kindness in her heart make her hesitate now. How should she choose between hatred and a young child?

"Old man, your hypocrisy is disgusting."

Negri didn't care about any of that; she was too busy right now.

If it weren't for the BOSS, she would still be investigating Isaiah.

She looked at Rachel, who understood and nodded to the soldiers. The rest of them immediately took the maid and Antonia away from the villa.

Antonia struggled and kept calling for her father, her little face full of unease and fear.

For a moment, only Reicher, Roseko, Natasha, and a few other core members, along with Drekoff, remained in the living room.

"Now is the time to witness a miracle. Let me see which lies you have told."

Negri interlaced his fingers and stretched them forward, making a crisp cracking sound as he grabbed Drekoff's hair with one hand and, to Drekoff's disbelief, plunged the other hand into his head, burying his entire hand inside.

Drekoff's expression immediately contorted with pain.

Natasha and Roseco couldn't help but widen their eyes.

After all, the scene was rather horrifying.

Even more shocking and disturbing was that when Negri pulled his hand out, he was holding a long roll of film with images on it.

Lei Che felt a chill run down his spine, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Wow, you're really wicked. Look at all the bad things you've done in your life: the Black Widow Project, the global infiltration project, all those private assets, the safe house, and the control you've put over a lot of high-ranking officials."

"Red Team's air base, research and development of mind control pheromones, you are truly a genius in this field."

Nigley slowly read through Drekoff's memories, and after finishing, he immediately marveled.

This old man is indeed very ambitious. He used his resources and military background to gradually build his own private armed force.

This led to the infiltration of Russia from top to bottom, especially after the Black Widows were trained, and the Black Widow network was used to infiltrate governments, militaries, intelligence agencies, and financial institutions in various countries.

Manipulating coups, assassinations, wars, and energy prices.

It has already reached a considerable scale. If given another ten years, the assets it controls will likely reach an astonishing level.

It might not be an exaggeration to call him a shadow government dictator in the future.

Negri has seen a lot in his life now. After all, the first person whose memories she read after eating the Memory-Memory Fruit was named Alexander Pierce.

The leader of a hydra.

The sheer size of its power is equally astonishing.

While Drekoff may not be as powerful as Hydra, he is still quite terrifying compared to other forces.

In particular, the route he chose was very clever.

Drekoff's political future has reached its limit; he has virtually no chance of advancing any further.

So he wisely chose another path and pursued it resolutely.

It was also very successful.

Once this path is opened, he could very well achieve a shadow government dictatorship.

Unfortunately, the fruits of his labor will be harvested by his own boss.

However, when he flipped through a memory point, Nigli paused, then casually cut and modified the memory, tossing the modified memory film back behind Drekoff's head.

Drekoff fainted on the spot.

Ignoring the unconscious Drekoff who had collapsed on the ground, Nigley took the laptop back from Reichel's hand, walked to the dining table in the living room, and began typing away.

Less than ten minutes later.

Negri successfully stored all the confidential information she had extracted from Drekoff's mind on the computer, and also found a document file.

"it's over?"

Seeing that Negri had stopped, Reicher asked.

"Okay, I'll send you all the information."

After saying that, Nigley looked at Natasha, paused for a moment, and then asked, "I found some information about you in his mind. Perhaps you should prepare yourself."

"what?"

Natasha's body stiffened, as if she had realized something.

Sure enough, Negri sighed softly and replied, "Your family."

“He told you that when you were born as a baby, Drekoff bought you from your biological parents. It wasn’t your parents who abandoned you; they just bought you from your father.”

“Your mother was unaware of this matter. Once she found out, she wanted to find you and frantically searched for and investigated the Red House.”

Negri's voice was soft as he slowly recounted a tragic past.

Natasha's alluring eyes were already moist, and she gently bit her pink lips, her expression filled with broken sorrow.

Negri continued, his words both cruel and moving.

“Normally, a commoner’s curiosity wouldn’t lead to death, but she was too persistent, so Drekoff ordered your birth mother to be killed and buried, with the tombstone inscribed ‘Unknown.’”

After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent for a moment.

Both Reicher and Roseco sighed, mourning the loss of that great mother.

If it weren't for Negri, this memory might have been buried forever in the annals of history.

Chapter 48 The Black Widow Lets Her Guard Down

Natasha is a complex person.

She is alluring on the outside, but in reality, just like her codename Black Widow, she is dangerous and deadly.

However, her true nature is not like that at all.

She was once a normal person. When she was eleven, she was sent on an undercover mission and pretended to be a family with three other people on the same mission.

Although it felt fake, it was also the most peaceful and happy time of her life.

She has adoptive parents and a lovely younger sister.

She longed for family affection.

She wants to read, to have friends, to go shopping with them, and to have fun.

But this is ultimately just a fleeting and illusory illusion.

She eventually returned to the Red Room and underwent that brutal training, surrounded by indifferent, ruthless, and wary gazes.

Drekoff lied to her, saying that her mother had abandoned her.

Natasha hated her mother for being so cruel, for giving birth to her and then abandoning her.

But now, it turns out that's not the case.

Her mother searched frantically for her, only to be silently silenced by Drekoff.

Pain and anger drove Natasha to the brink of madness. She abandoned all composure and charged at Drekoff, punching him repeatedly.

Drekoff, who had fainted, was also stimulated and woke up.

He howled in agony, trying to struggle, but his pampered and frail body and skills were no match for Natasha, who had been tempered in countless life-and-death situations.