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Chapitre 105: Fake Story

The latest photo was a group picture of four people: a pair of undercover agents posing as a married couple, along with Natasha and Yelena.

The four of them were smiling so sweetly that anyone who saw it would think they were a genuinely happy family.

On the back of the photo, it read: 'Only I... only I thought this was a real family, only me…'

"For those three years, it was the most relaxed time of my life. At one point, I even thought it was real—that everything before was just a dream. I truly treated you like my sister, Yelena…"

Black Widow murmured to herself as she stared at the photo for a long time, and then spoke with firm resolve to Blake.

"Blake, I need to find her…"

Days passed with just photos arriving, and who knew how long it would take for Yelena to contact Black Widow.

Taking the initiative seemed like a good idea.

Yelena was just bait set by Dreykov. Blake knew there was something off, but he walked right into the trap.

Both sides knew what they were getting into.

It didn't take long for Blake and Natasha to find some clues.

It was almost as if Dreykov was worried Blake wouldn't be able to find Yelena.

Tony accessed the building's surveillance directly and found that the person delivering the letters both times was the same little boy.

The boy, named Hobson, lived nearby and watched older kids play basketball in the park every day.

According to him, every time, the "big sister" would find him at the basketball court, give him $20 to deliver a letter, and tell him to make sure he slipped it halfway into a specific mailbox when no one was around.

"Mister, are you guys FBI? Have I been used to deliver secret intel or something? Will I go to jail for this?"

"No, you've been a great help to us, and you'll get a reward for it!"

Blake waved his hands, and as if performing a magic trick, he pulled out a brand-new handheld game console.

"Wow!"

The boy, who was just about ten years old, exclaimed in excitement.

"Thank you, sir! Is there anything else I need to do to help?"

"All you need to do is keep coming here every day to watch them play basketball, just like you always do."

"I understand, sir! If that sister comes to find me again, I'll think of a way to stall her so you can catch her!"

Blake laughed heartily and ruffled the boy's hair. "What a clever little rascal!"

"I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful," Black Widow smiled as Blake, having just finished talking to the boy, walked over to her.

Before they approached the boy after reviewing the surveillance footage, Blake had specially gone to buy the new game console.

"Of course! I'm an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

Blake boasted proudly.

"A rookie agent, level one," Black Widow teased with a grin.

"Alright, enough of that. Let's find a place to hide. Yelena could show up any minute."

Blake quickly changed the subject.

As it turned out, Blake's luck was running strong lately.

The two waited through the afternoon, and just as the street basketball game in the park was wrapping up, a girl appeared around the corner.

"Blake! I that's her! That's Yelena!"

Yelena was clearly Natasha's weakness. At that moment, Natasha lost all the composure and rationality of a top-tier agent.

"Don't get excited, Natasha. Let's wait and see to make sure first."

Blake reassured Natasha as he kept his eyes on the girl.

Sure enough, the girl walked straight toward the basketball court and made a beeline for Hobson.

Black Widow nervously gripped Blake's hand.

When the girl was about ten meters away from Hobson, he turned and saw her.

Then…

"Sister, run! There's a bad guy looking for you! He's hiding nearby…"

Hobson suddenly yelled at Yelena.

Yelena immediately turned and ran.

"Damn it!"

Blake cursed as he and Black Widow charged forward like leopards.

"You're a liar, kid! I'll come back to get that game console from you!"

Blake yelled at Hobson while chasing after Yelena.

"I don't care, you creepy old stalker! If you dare come back, my dad will beat your junk into pulp, you jerk!"

Hobson flipped Blake off with a bright, defiant middle finger.

"I'm definitely going to file a complaint with the New York Department of Education. The education system has failed these kids! Where's the trust between people?"

Blake grumbled in frustration.

"Blake, you flank her from that side. Don't hurt her!" Black Widow pointed in the direction Yelena was running, giving Blake another route.

"No need for all that!"

Ignoring how strange it looked, Blake stopped, crouched down, and suddenly leapt into the air.

The cement ground shattered under his feet, leaving a large crater as he soared over ten meters high, landing at the other end of the alley.

He and Black Widow now stood on either side, blocking Yelena's path.

"Oh my god! I think I've gotten myself into big trouble!"

Hobson, witnessing Blake's leap, was so shocked his jaw nearly dropped to the ground. Quickly packing up, he prepared to run home, but not before stuffing the game console into his backpack.

"Hobson, where are you going? Aren't you coming home with me?" another kid called after him.

"No way! I need to get home now! I've gotta tell my dad we need to move right away—I'm in huge trouble, man!"

Hobson slung his backpack over his shoulder and ran off in a panic.

In the alley, Yelena, now cornered, slowed down.

She turned to face Black Widow and said, "So, what is it? Are you here to catch up, or are you here to kill me, sister?"

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Yelena's story was complete and compelling, especially for Natasha, who had finally found her long-lost sister.

After Dreykov's death, the Red Room had been taken over by others who used a nerve agent to control all the Black Widows.

Yes, Blake had only recently learned that "Black Widow" wasn't a title exclusive to Natasha. In fact, every agent who graduated from the Red Room received the Black Widow designation.

Whenever a Black Widow was severely injured during a mission, they were forced to commit suicide. This practice was known as "scrapping" in the Red Room.

Yelena had escaped the control of the nerve agent by chance, which is why she had been on the run, constantly evading the Red Room's pursuit. Recently, she had fled to the U.S., where the Red Room's reach hadn't fully extended.

She hadn't expected to encounter a Black Widow in America and assumed the Black Widow had come to kill her. But she soon realized the target was Natasha and Blake.

Recognizing her sister, Yelena had been cautious, unable to trust anyone easily due to her past and the ongoing pursuit. That's why she had tested Natasha multiple times.

Her story was complete and believable. If not for a hint from Hawkeye that Dreykov wasn't dead, Blake might have believed Yelena.

"It's okay! You're safe now! Stay here, and your brother-in-law will take care of you!"

Blake grinned like an old fox.

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Chapitre 106: Tracker

Late at night, Dreykov looked at the information Yelena had sent on his phone. A slight smile appeared on his lips.

"It seems your people have successfully gotten close to the target."

Francis took an unidentified liquid with a metallic casing from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"A highly concentrated anesthetic. No need for injection—just spill it and let it diffuse. Within a ten-meter radius, even a real T. rex would collapse immediately. Developed by the military, specifically designed for the Hulk."

"Oh? You can get your hands on U.S. military tech?"

Dreykov was a little surprised. The Hulk had appeared in the public eye several times. While ordinary people might not know due to information being withheld, there was no way someone like him, the ever-present leader of the Red Room, could be kept in the dark.

"Why do you think I've been so comfortably stationed in the U.S.?"

Francis said smugly. As one of Hydra's leaders, Alexander Pierce had riddled S.H.I.E.L.D. and the U.S. government with loopholes, so it was no surprise Francis had planted his own people in them.

"Blake's strength is no small matter, and with Natasha Romanoff by his side... In two days, once they fully trust my agent, we can make our move."

Dreykov had his own calculations. Even if they had Blake, there was no guarantee they could develop a serum as powerful as his blood. It would be better to directly control Blake—he would not only cooperate with the serum's development but also serve as a powerful weapon. Why not kill two birds with one stone?

He had already ordered the scientists in the Red Room to spare no effort in synthesizing a super-concentrated neurotoxin, with the goal of controlling Blake completely. 

Once the neurotoxin arrived, that would be the best time to act. If things didn't go as planned, they could always use Francis' anesthetic.

...

After a few days of interaction, Yelena had gradually started to trust Natasha and Blake. 

At least on the surface, it seemed that way. Not only did she begin to slowly share her experiences with Natasha, but she also quietly removed the small traps she had set at her bedroom door at night.

These changes delighted Natasha. At the same time, she felt a deep sadness for what Yelena must have gone through all these years, to the point where she was so cautious even when sleeping.

Blake, adopting a "see but don't speak" attitude, watched the two sisters with amusement every day.

Finally, on the eighth day after Yelena's arrival, Blake received a call from Tony.

"The party's ready. You can come over anytime!"

"OK!"

Blake hung up the phone with a grin.

"Natasha, I need to head to Los Angeles, to Tony's house. I'd like you both to come with me. Yelena could use some new friends. She needs to have her own social life."

Whenever Tony came up with a new idea—whether it was about his suits, the arc reactor, or some other gadget—he'd always retreat to his mansion in Malibu, Los Angeles, and disappear into his underground garage lab. 

Everyone was used to this scientific genius vanishing from time to time.

So Natasha wasn't suspicious about Tony suddenly returning to Los Angeles. She simply followed Blake and pulled Yelena along as they boarded the plane.

"Want to check out where Iron Man was born? Or rather, where the Iron Man suit was born, ladies?"

Blake said happily at Tony's doorstep, addressing Natasha and Yelena.

"Jarvis, open the door!"

"Sorry, Mr. Blake, your access has been revoked by Mr. Stark. He says that now you all have your own lives, it's better to keep a bit of distance."

"Mr. Stark has approved your request to enter, but for some reason, he's instructed me to open the door one minute later. Once inside, you can go directly to the basement. Although the main door's permissions have changed, the basement remains the same."

"Thank you, Jarvis. Please send this hand gesture to Tony Stark right away!"

Blake said, flipping the bird.

Natasha stood next to Yelena, explaining what was going on. She knew Tony was getting back at Blake for leaving him outside the door last time.

The three of them entered the basement.

Tony was busy fine-tuning one of his suits.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, entering commands, and the suit responded with a series of movements.

It even flipped Blake the bird.

"Not bad. I'm trying to program Jarvis to control the suit autonomously and perform some actions or even fight independently. It's a huge project. Natasha, is this your sister? Let me think... her name's Yelena, right? Yelena, congratulations on finding your sister!"

Tony greeted the two sisters.

Blake, in a playful tone as if talking to a child, said to Yelena, "Want to touch it? Go ahead, try it!"

Though Yelena was under someone's control, her basic curiosity remained.

With the Iron Man suit's reputation, of course, she wanted to take a closer look. She cautiously circled the suit, reaching out to touch its material.

Suddenly...

The suit's right-hand thruster ignited, and the right arm swung back, hitting Yelena directly on the back of her head.

Caught off guard, Yelena let out a groan and collapsed.

"Hey! What are you doing, Tony?" Natasha shouted in concern, rushing towards Yelena.

Blake quickly grabbed Natasha, gesturing for her to stay quiet. At the same time, he spoke up, "Tony, are you crazy? Why did you knock Yelena out with the suit?"

"It was an accident, you know I'm still tweaking its programming. Maybe Yelena's movement made the suit think it was under attack."

"Jarvis, run a scan to figure out what went wrong, you get what I mean?" Tony said with an implied meaning.

"Understood, sir."

A red beam of light descended from the garage ceiling, slowly scanning Yelena's body.

Though Natasha was confused, her trust in Blake made her hold back, watching to see what they were doing.

"No listening devices found, sir, but there is a GPS satellite tracker in Miss Yelena's thigh."

The red beam pinpointed a location on Yelena's right thigh, revealing the position of the tracker.

Hearing there were no listening devices, both Blake and Tony sighed in relief.

Natasha finally pieced it together.

"You suspected Yelena from the beginning and kept it from me?" she asked.

"Don't be mad, darling. We were just attacked, and then she shows up at our doorstep? It seemed too convenient."

Blake whistled towards Tony, "Are you ready?"

"Don't worry!"

Tony rolled out a massive white machine from between the cars. It looked a lot like a hospital CT or MRI scanner.

"What's this? What else are you hiding from me?" Natasha asked, annoyed.

"It's the latest brain scanning machine. I made a few modifications. It can clearly scan the neuron activity in the brain."

"To put it simply, we can test whether your sister is being controlled by someone else!"


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