Chapter 36 Taskmaster

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Chapter 36 Taskmaster

As soon as Andrew finished speaking, the illusion completely collapsed, and Natasha returned to reality, looking bewildered. Was everything that had just happened real? Why did it happen so quickly? Not even a minute had passed.

"I don't know what this Demon King intends to do, but he is certainly efficient. If S.H.I.E.L.D. had this level of efficiency, the Earth would have been completely peaceful a long time ago," Natasha complained. Although the origin of the other party was unknown, his methods were undoubtedly effective. The only concern was whether he had any ulterior motives.

"Even if there is a ploy, I still have to find Dreykov. I will kill him and rescue Antonia and Yelena. And S.H.I.E.L.D. will always have my back," Natasha made up her mind to go to Russia alone to save her adoptive father. Her adoptive parents were spies who had adopted her and Yelena to complete their missions.

The Red Guardian had been imprisoned for too many years, and he had gone mad. Fortunately, he still remembered the location of Natasha's adoptive mother, Melina.

Melina had long been dissatisfied with Dreykov. She decided to join forces with Natasha to confront him, and their first step was for Melina to pretend to betray them, allowing Dreykov's men to capture Natasha and the Red Guardian.

Then, they all boarded a fighter jet and returned to Dreykov's lair. At that moment, Natasha finally understood why no one had discovered Dreykov—his lair was in the sky, a massive airborne fortress.

"What's wrong with the people in this world? They dare to build a fortress in the sky without even having a defense shield. Dreykov is like that, and so is S.H.I.E.L.D.," Andrew complained. He had been using magic to monitor Natasha, and she didn't disappoint him. She successfully found Dreykov's lair.

In fact, if Andrew wanted to, he could have found Dreykov's lair with a little more effort. But he didn't do that because the reason was simple—he wanted to save time to enjoy himself.

"Why do the work when someone else can do it?" Andrew didn't waste time. He put all the Black Widows' consciousness, except for Natasha, into an illusion. There were over two hundred of them—not the total number of Black Widows, as there were numerous Black Widows scattered around the world gathering intelligence.

Andrew floated in the air, looking down, and said, "Give me your souls, serve me, and I will help you break free from Dreykov's control and grant you the opportunity for revenge."

This time, the contract was much stricter than the contracts Andrew usually used. Once signed, the Black Widows' souls would be completely under Andrew's control. If he wanted them to live, they would live. If he wanted them to die, they would die.

Although the conditions were harsh, all the girls, including Yelena and the Taskmaster, did not hesitate and immediately pressed their fingerprints. They had been controlled by Dreykov through drugs and were living a life worse than death.

"You will become my Black Widows, fighting for me and collecting souls," Andrew nodded in satisfaction. He said, "Rest assured, I treat my own people well. In a year, I will help you restore your bodies and make you complete women again."

"Restore our bodies?" The eyes of all the girls lit up. Dreykov, that beast, had removed their reproductive systems, making all the Black Widows incomplete women who couldn't bear children.

"Furthermore, as long as you perform well, there will be other rewards," Andrew said, "Such as eternal youth, extended lifespan, extraordinary strength, and so on."

The girls became more excited as they listened. One girl with black hair knelt down and exclaimed, "I am willing to serve you, Lord Demon King."

"Suck up!" Yelena rolled her eyes, then knelt down as well and shouted along with the other girls, "I am willing to serve you, Lord Demon King."

"Very well. Now, seek your revenge first. My magic will help you break free from the drug's control," Andrew laughed heartily. "By the way, remember to take the main control key from Dreykov. I want all the Black Widows, except for that perverted one."

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Inside the control room, Dreykov looked at Natasha disguised as Melina and sneered, "Natasha, you are my most successful creation. How could I not recognize you?"

Natasha tore off her disguise, gritted her teeth, and said, "Dreykov, your time is up. This time, I won't make the same mistake again."

"I am standing right in front of you now. Can you kill me?" Dreykov gestured to the motionless Taskmaster standing beside him and said with a smile. The Taskmaster was his daughter Antonia, who had been injured in an explosion. Dreykov implanted a chip in her body and transformed her into a half-mechanical, half-human Taskmaster.

The Taskmaster could imitate the actions of anyone, such as Hawkeye and Steve Rogers.

Natasha attempted to attack Dreykov but couldn't land a real blow. Dreykov proudly said, "I injected a pheromone lock into all the Black Widows. As long as they smell the scent on me, they cannot attack me."

"Poor Natasha, when you were in S.H.I.E.L.D., I couldn't touch you. Now, you've walked right into my trap, and I will use you to secretly control S.H.I.E.L.D. And this world will belong to me completely," Dreykov was extremely pleased. At that moment, Natasha suddenly lowered her head and forcefully slammed her nose on the table, making a loud bang.

Then, with blood streaming from her nose, Natasha raised her head, looking triumphant, and said, "You think I don't know about the pheromone?..."

Before Natasha could finish her sentence, the Taskmaster beside her suddenly struck Dreykov's face with a punch. Dreykov screamed and flew backward, his face disfigured as his jaw broke.

But it didn't end there. The Taskmaster drew a long knife from behind and nailed Dreykov's arm to the deck. Dreykov let out a miserable scream and convulsed on the ground.

"Father, thank you for taking care of me all this time. We will repay you well," the Taskmaster said coldly. At the same time, cries of pain and gunshots rang outside—it was the Black Widows taking action.

Natasha was dumbfounded. What was happening? And did she just smash her nose for nothing?

Dreykov exclaimed in shock, "Antonia, how did you break free from the drug's control?"

The Taskmaster said, "Because someone helped me. Since Natasha entered, I have been recovering."

"Then why did you wait for me to break my nose before taking action?" Natasha was dissatisfied. It was really painful !

The Taskmaster glanced at Natasha without responding. Do we know each other well? Besides, I did it on purpose. Any problem?

Natasha felt a little embarrassed and apologized, "I'm sorry for what happened back then, but I had to do it. Only with you present could I confirm that he was the real Dreykov."

Ignoring Natasha's words, the Taskmaster searched Dreykov's body and found the key, placing it into the control console. Then, with skilled precision, she controlled the system, making the Black Widows' battle even smoother.

While Dreykov was in control of the system, the Taskmaster stayed by his side. With her talent for imitation, controlling the system was effortless.

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