After an unknown amount of time, the ice tornado gradually dissipated, and the entire fifth underground floor turned into a World of ice and snow.
Tony carefully surveyed this frozen World; in fact, even his Battle Suit had been frozen.
However, his Battle Suit had been designed with a constant temperature system from the start, which meant he remained unaffected inside the armor.
Looking at the girls frozen within, Tony couldn't help but ask:
"These girls won't freeze to death, will they?"
"They won't." Peter had already returned to his normal form, his tone incredibly relaxed.
"They won't die for a while. Once we deal with the mastermind Dreykov, I'll give them some treatment and it'll be okay."
Tony:...
You're making me look really stupid like this.
...
After confirming that the female Agents of the Red Room wouldn't die, the group proceeded toward the final floor.
After Natasha tore the iron door of the sixth floor to shreds with a claw, she found the door at the end of the corridor wide open.
"He didn't run?" Natasha couldn't help but feel a bit surprised.
"Not only did he not run," Peter couldn't help but smile after deactivating his Byakugan,
"He's also very confidently nestled in his executive chair clipping his nails."
Tony:...
What should I do if it feels like the whole World is full of Zhuang Bifan? Waiting online, it's pretty urgent.
As Natasha and the other two walked into the office at the end of the corridor, the massive executive chair in the center turned around, revealing a slightly pudgy, middle-aged white man with a balding 'Mediterranean' hairstyle—it was the mastermind behind the Red Room, Dreykov!
Dreykov unhurriedly clipped his nails and spoke without even looking up:
"You've finally arrived."
His tone made it sound as if he had been waiting for Peter and the others for a long time.
His calm and composed demeanor clearly triggered some of Natasha's painful past memories.
In a flash, she instinctively charged toward Dreykov.
But before she could reach him, two figures dropped from above, blocking Natasha's path from the left and right.
The moment she saw these two, Natasha froze on the spot, her ferocious expression turning into one of shock and complexity.
Clearly, there was a story here.
Peter looked up at the two women facing Natasha.
The one on the left had a high golden ponytail, with suppressed anger faintly visible in her eyes.
The one on the right wore a tight-fitting Battle Suit with a cape, but her helmet had been removed, revealing an 'yin-yang face' that was half fair and flawless, and half severely burned.
Because he was familiar with the plot, he recognized at a glance that these two were Natasha's'sister' Yelena and 'Taskmaster' Antonia Dreykov!
"Yelena."
Natasha spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly.
Yelena's lips moved as if to speak, but she didn't say anything. Her gaze didn't change, still radiating intense anger.
Dreykov was clearly very satisfied with this. He admired the expression on Natasha's face and spoke with a punchable face:
"How does it feel to see your long-lost sister and... my poor daughter whom you killed?"
Hearing this, Natasha's body couldn't help but tremble, and her gaze instinctively lowered, not daring to meet the eyes of the two in front of her.
If there was anyone Natasha felt she had wronged in her life, the answer was undoubtedly these two.
She had wronged her fake sister, Yelena.
Because when she escaped the Red Room back then, she could have taken Yelena with her.
It's just... she didn't know if Yelena still remembered that experience like she did, or even if Yelena still treated her as a sister.
So, to escape the Red Room as much as possible, she chose to leave without saying goodbye.
She escaped the misery alone, leaving her sister Yelena in the Red Room to continue a dark and filthy life.
As for Antonia, she was the poor person she had accidentally killed.
After Natasha escaped the Red Room, she had been trying to rescue the other female Agents.
To that end, she launched several assassination attempts against Dreykov.
In the final assassination attempt, she blew up Dreykov's secret office.
She never expected that Dreykov's innocent daughter, Antonia, was also there at the time.
She was caught in the crossfire and completely engulfed by the explosion.
The terrified and panicked look in Antonia's eyes as she was consumed by the flames had been an inescapable nightmare in Black Widow's heart for a long time.
Seeing these two again now, she completely lost her composure for a moment, her heart filled with guilt, not knowing what to do at all.
Unlike the panicked Black Widow and the spectating Tony,
Peter's emotions remained stable. His gaze quietly swept over the cracks in the walls and the air vents before finally landing back on Dreykov, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
Dreykov, whose attention was all on Natasha, didn't notice this smile.
At this moment, he was also smiling, and his smile was far more smug than Peter's:
"As my most perfect creation, you have disappointed me greatly."
As he spoke, he pulled out a small remote control, quietly pressed a button on it, and then said:
"Natasha, you shouldn't have betrayed me, and you certainly shouldn't have come back!"
The moment the button was pressed, Yelena and Antonia, who had been like robots, suddenly reacted.
The smile on Dreykov's face also changed from confidence to arrogance.
He pointed at Peter and Tony, who were watching from a distance, and shouted imperiously:
"Go! Capture them and turn them into my puppets as well!"
The moment the words fell, Yelena and Antonia moved instantly.
However... they had just taken a step when Natasha pressed them both down on the spot, like holding down little chicks.
Huh?!
Dreykov's expression changed.
He pressed the remote control in his hand again in disbelief and then ordered:
"Let go, and together with Yelena and Antonia..."
He stopped mid-sentence because he noticed that Natasha's gaze hadn't changed at all.
No, saying there was no change at all wasn't quite accurate.
In fact, Natasha's beautiful vertical pupils were now filled with curiosity.
She didn't understand what kind of trick Dreykov was trying to pull at all.
For the first time, an emotion called panic appeared in Dreykov's eyes:
"You... how can you be fine? The Pheromones have clearly been released. Why hasn't the Chip in your body reacted yet?"
Hearing this, Natasha tilted her head in confusion:
"What Pheromones? What Chip?"
There wasn't a hint of acting in her words; she was genuinely baffled.
Because the plot's trajectory had been completely disrupted by Peter, Natasha had no idea there was a Chip in her body.
She certainly didn't know that Dreykov had developed technology to use Pheromones to control the Chips inside all the Red Room's female Agents.
"Impossible! This is impossible!"
Dreykov couldn't help but mutter in panic:
"I clearly implanted a microchip in your nasal cavity. I personally supervised the implantation. How could it..."
While Dreykov was questioning his life, a light voice came from a distance:
"Oh, that thing."
Peter shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed look. "I took it out for her a long time ago."