Chapitre 115: Chapter 110: Natasha Romanoff Captured in Siberia’s Genetic Experiment Base
A melodic, calm voice cut through the air. "Quite a remarkable company you've joined. May I ask you something?"
Sandy turned around to see Psylocke, her expression intrigued. "Of course, Psylocke. Ask me anything. I'll answer honestly."
Psylocke's eyes narrowed slightly. "What is it about the ice demon that has you abandoning your dignity to follow him?"
There was a hint of sarcasm in Psylocke's tone. Had it not been for royal orders, she wouldn't even be here. In her mind, the ice demon was powerful, yes—but not invincible. She had once fought alongside Apocalypse, a Mutant so powerful he was revered as a god. Though defeated by the Phoenix and restrained by Charles Xavier, Psylocke still held him as the ultimate Mutant. Compared to that, Ethan Hayes, while strong, was not quite on the same level—or so she believed.
Sandy's smile remained, undeterred. "Mr. Hayes is nothing like you think. Aside from his grand displays, he's a genuinely decent man. He respects women, pays us well, and treats us with dignity. There's no loss of pride in working for him."
Psylocke watched Sandy with suspicion, noting her slight blush. She wondered if the ice demon's psychic powers had somehow charmed her. Demons, after all, were known to enchant.
"In my eyes," Psylocke retorted, "selling yourself to a demon is the same as surrendering."
Sandy's expression shifted, a hint of a smirk appearing. "You, of all people, are going to lecture me about dignity? Weren't you one of Apocalypse's Horsemen once? If my information is correct, you served as his tool willingly, just for the promise of power."
Psylocke's calm didn't waver. "Apocalypse was the god of Mutants. Say what you will, but his existence was undeniable."
Sandy shrugged, unfazed. "And if Apocalypse stood before Mr. Hayes, I have no doubt who would emerge the victor."
For Sandy, Ethan Hayes was more than a powerful employer; he was her sanctuary, someone who had given her a life of peace and security. The money he provided had brought her more freedom than any mission or contract ever had.
Psylocke studied Sandy, her curiosity piqued. "You've made me more curious about this Mr. Hayes. Perhaps I'll understand once I meet him."
But Sandy only offered a slight smile. "He's not here at the moment, but when he returns, perhaps you'll see for yourself."
Turning, Sandy led Psylocke through the Osborn Group's headquarters, but Psylocke's true goal lay elsewhere. Her gaze was set on Mystique, now a senior figure in the company. To Psylocke, Mystique's defection to the ice demon's side was unfathomable. A once-proud Mutant, now working for a human—it was almost laughable.
"Sister Raven," Psylocke addressed Mystique as they approached her office.
Mystique looked up, her expression cool. "Shall I call you Psylocke, or do you prefer Captain Britain?"
"Psylocke will do," she replied evenly.
Mystique's eyes narrowed. "What's your purpose here, Psylocke?"
Psylocke didn't waste time. "I want to join Osborn Group. I don't know if Mr. Hayes will accept, but I'm here to offer my allegiance."
"Interesting. The royal family's finest warrior wants to join us. Why?" Mystique asked, skepticism clear in her tone.
Psylocke's gaze hardened. "Humankind has declared victory over Mutants. The royal family has no use for me anymore, and the Knights of the Round Table would never follow a non-British woman. The Mutant cause is crumbling. My only choice was to leave."
"Is that so?" Mystique replied, unimpressed.
Psylocke reached over her shoulder, retrieving an ornate sword. She held it out, hilt first, towards Mystique. "This is the Sword in the Stone. I took it when I left Britain. Does that prove my loyalty?"
Mystique took the sword, but its power repelled her, sparking a jolt that made her pull her hand back. "Impressive."
Psylocke's lips quirked. "The sword chooses its bearer."
"Welcome to Osborn Group," Mystique said, setting the sword aside. "For now, you'll work with our security team until Mr. Hayes returns."
"Understood. Though I was hoping to meet him directly."
Mystique's expression softened. "You will. When he's ready."
With that, Mystique left, leaving Psylocke alone with her thoughts. She was certain Mystique was hiding something—Osborn Group had secrets, and she intended to uncover them.
Meanwhile, in Siberia, Ethan Hayes stood at the top of a frozen mountain, surrounded by biting wind and snow. The icy landscape was welcoming to him, the freezing breath of winter as familiar as home.
A helicopter descended nearby, and Harry Osborn, clad in his Green Goblin armor, joined him. The two men looked down into the valley below, where the HYDRA military base lay, nestled among snow-laden trees.
"Peter's returned here after leaving London. Are you sure this is HYDRA's main base?" Harry asked.
Ethan nodded. "This is one of their primary strongholds."
A second helicopter arrived, and Peter Parker swung down on a web line, descending towards the base with practiced ease. The guards didn't even raise their weapons—they were expecting him.
Harry frowned. "This is what you meant by 'falling out'? Peter seems to have full access."
Ethan's eyes narrowed. "He's not the same. Since returning, he's been working closely with HYDRA, preparing to inject a third genetic serum. His goal is to achieve a perfect fusion of spider and lizard genes."
Harry scowled. "If he's taken their side, let me deal with him."
"Not yet," Ethan replied, his tone firm. "I need you to take out the outer defenses without being seen. Clear a path."
Harry stared at him, reluctant. "And why should I listen to you?"
Ethan met his gaze, unflinching. "Because if you don't, you'll be an ice sculpture by morning."
After a tense moment, Harry relented. "Fine. But don't expect me to go easy on anyone."
He activated his armor, which transformed into a sleek, black spider suit. With practiced precision, he maneuvered through the snow, systematically disabling HYDRA's defenses with pulse bombs and silent takedowns.
As Harry worked, Ethan watched from above, impressed by his skill. In his younger days, Harry had been reckless, but now he moved with calculated efficiency. Perhaps he had finally grown into the role he was destined for.
As the last of the defenses fell silent, Ethan joined Harry at the edge of the fortress. "Good work. Did you locate the entrance to the underground labs?"
Harry nodded, pointing towards a concealed elevator shaft. "The lab is a hundred meters below. HYDRA has some brutal contingency plans in place—if they sense a threat, they'll collapse the base, killing everyone inside."
Ethan chuckled. "Then it's a good thing I have no plans to die here. Lead the way."
Inside the base, Peter Parker moved through the high-tech labs with a calm, collected air. HYDRA scientists and soldiers alike glanced at him with respect—or was it fear?
In the heart of the lab, Dr. Connors glanced up from his microscope as Peter entered. "You seem tense, Peter."
Peter's gaze was hard. "Osborn has been experimenting with advanced genetic technology—beyond anything HYDRA has."
Dr. Connors frowned. "Osborn's tech can't compete with ours. We're on the verge of a breakthrough that will change everything."
Unbeknownst to the scientists, Ethan Hayes and Harry Osborn moved silently down the darkened hallways, each step bringing them closer to the lab.
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