Chapter 35

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In an underground base nestled in the Eastern European mountains, Dreykov stood on a steel platform, looking down at the rows of women clad in tight combat uniforms. His eyes were filled with despair as he gazed at them.

Each woman's expression was empty, cold, and ruthless—like soulless machines.

"No, no, no! They're all my assets, you devils," Dreykov muttered, remembering the horrifying actions he had been forced to take under mind control.

He had personally transferred his vast fortune—assets hidden in gray areas—into secret accounts prepared by Natasha. Some of his less valuable holdings had even been sold off. While his visible wealth remained untouched, it was these hidden, illicit assets that he relied on.

The Black Widows he had trained were his foundation, the key to building his empire quickly. His grand plan to manipulate the world economy had only just begun, and now it was slipping from his grasp.

This blow was worse than death for Dreykov.

"They're just a bunch of tragic souls, Dreykov. People like you are destined for hell," Natasha whispered coldly, standing beside him. "You'll use your own fortune to free them, and all the wealth you stole from them will be used for charity, to help them find their families."

She leaned in, her voice even softer, "Your end will come in a dark, lonely alley, and you'll witness it all helplessly until your final breath."

Dreykov's face contorted with rage. "You think you've won, Natasha? You have no idea what you're dealing with. These women are more than just assets—they're my legacy!"

Natasha's eyes narrowed. "Your legacy is one of pain and suffering. It ends today."

"You can't undo years of conditioning," Dreykov spat. "They'll never be normal again."

"Maybe not," Natasha conceded, her voice steady. "But they'll have a chance at freedom. Something you never gave them."

Killing Dreykov would have been easy, but Natasha wasn't interested in simple vengeance. She wanted him to suffer, to feel the weight of his sins. The women he exploited, the Black Widows, would be freed. They would be reunited with their families and given a chance at a normal life. This was the only justice Natasha could offer them.

With a nod, she signaled Wanda. Wanda stepped forward, her hand glowing with the power of chaos magic. She reached out, and her magic seeped into Dreykov's mind, rewriting his will.

"What are you doing to me?" Dreykov screamed, his eyes wide with terror.

Wanda's voice was calm but firm. "Ensuring you can never hurt anyone again."

From that moment on, he would become a puppet, acting only to carry out the liberation of the Black Widows. As Natasha had promised, once his task was done, Dreykov would meet his end in obscurity.

Inside, Dreykov screamed, his soul trapped, furious and desperate. But no one could hear him. All he could do was watch his underground empire collapse and vanish before his eyes.

Natasha and Wanda walked out of the base, side by side. Outside, Sergei, wearing a vest that revealed his muscular frame, leaned against the front of a Hummer, arms crossed, waiting for them.

"Is it done?" Sergei asked, his voice gruff but tinged with concern.

Natasha nodded. "It's over. Dreykov's reign of terror ends today."

The three of them climbed into the Hummer and gazed at the bright sun in the sky. Natasha, sitting in the back seat, let out a long sigh of relief. A weight had finally been lifted.

"Finally resolved," she said softly. "Now I can get back to training."

In the driver's seat, Sergei stretched, then started the engine. Natasha smiled as she glanced at the USB drive in her hand, while Wanda, sitting in the passenger seat, looked back through the rearview mirror with curiosity.

"Sister Natasha, how much did you make from selling Dreykov's gray assets?" Wanda asked.

"The true value isn't just in money," Natasha replied with a knowing smile.

"Not money?" Wanda raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. Dreykov had bigger ambitions than I expected. He was trying to build an aerial fortress, and I found the technical blueprints for it. Let's go—this is going to be quite the surprise for Leon."

Wanda's curiosity grew as Natasha's mysterious smile widened. The data from Dreykov's database had revealed an unexpected twist, and Natasha knew Leon would be shocked by what they'd uncovered.

As they drove, Sergei broke the silence. "An aerial fortress? Sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie."

Natasha chuckled. "Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction, Sergei. Dreykov was always thinking big."

"But is it even possible?" Wanda asked, her voice filled with wonder.

"With the right resources and technology, anything's possible," Natasha replied. "And now we have both."

Meanwhile, on the edge of a cliff by a waterfall, Leon sat on a rock, staring at the screen of his tablet. His eyes gleamed as he scrolled through the information. Natasha had sent the the content of the USB drive to him before she even arrived.

"What a big surprise," he muttered to himself, intrigued by what he saw.

"The Sky Fortress... if we can build this, we'll have a mobile base camp that can disappear at any time," Leon said, scrolling through the technical drawings and detailed information. The technology was mature and ready for construction.

As the Hummer pulled up, Leon looked up from his tablet. Natasha approached, a hint of excitement in her usually composed demeanor.

"I see you've already started digging into the data," Natasha said, nodding at the tablet.

Leon stood, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "Natasha, this is incredible. Do you realize what we could do with this technology?"

"I have some ideas," Natasha replied with a smirk. "But I'm sure you've thought of even more."

This revelation caught Leon off guard, but Natasha tempered his excitement. "Even with the blueprints, it will take several years to complete, even if Dreykov had the manpower to build it."

"We've got time," Leon shrugged.

Natasha smiled, knowing Leon's determination. "I'll make sure to invest part of the base's funds each year for the fortress."

"Especially since we've got Dreykov's money now," Leon added with a grin. He hadn't just broken even—he'd made a considerable profit. After a moment of thought, he added, "We should also keep in touch with the people at the base. We might need them down the road."

"Understood," Natasha replied with a nod.