Chapter 98 – The Red Room

John Wick piloted the helicopter to the area Melina had described. Even at helicopter altitude, looking up there was no trace of anything in the sky — let alone the Red Room's airborne base.

"Boss, we're in position," John reported.

Smith Doyle glanced upward. The Red Room's base had to be hidden in the clouds — he just needed to follow the clouds and scan.

Melina, watching him open the side door to the howling wind, asked:"Mr. Smith, how do you plan to find the Red Room?"

Smith turned to the others and said with a calm smile:"Natasha, let me take you to settle this."

Natasha stood, wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him like a child. Smith shook his head at her awkward pose — and swept her up in a princess carry.

"John," he ordered, "take them down to land. Once we're finished here, we'll return."

John nodded."Got it, boss. Good hunting."

Alexei called out:"Hey, let me join in too!"

But Smith only gave him a helpless look and flew out of the door with Natasha in his arms.

Alexei's face was full of regret — what a shame to miss out on something this big, destroying Dreykov and the Red Room. Even his future boasts would ring hollow.

Melina, though, stared up in amazement — just what kind of technique allowed a human to fly like that?

In midair, Smith activated his power level scanner as he flew into the thick clouds.

Natasha clung tightly to his neck, pressing her cheek against his chest as the wind roared past.

In her mind, a thought flashed — if you added a cape and laser eyes, he'd basically be Superman. She couldn't help wondering who his Lois Lane would be.

Smith, of course, didn't notice her musings. He wove through the clouds at high speed, watching the scanner until data appeared on the display.

A faint smile crossed his lips."Found you."

Natasha blinked — already? She saw nothing in the clouds. Could it even cloak itself?"Where?" she asked aloud.

Smith didn't answer, only accelerated toward the source.

Breaking through the final layer of cloud, an enormous airborne fortress loomed before them.

Natasha gasped."They really built it in the sky…"

Smith's eyes swept over the massive platform, hidden amidst the clouds and moving with them. Several landing pads dotted the structure, and he picked one as his entry point.

"Shhhhk—!"

He touched down on the pad and set Natasha down."This is the Red Room. Let's find your sister first."

The platform's entrance was sealed. Smith strode forward and casually kicked.

"Boom!"

What should have been an impenetrable door flew off its hinges.

"Monster strength…" Natasha muttered as she drew her pistols and followed.

In the monitoring room, guards saw the intruders appear on screen. Even though they couldn't believe their eyes, they reported immediately:"Suspicious individuals on Pad 5. Repeat — Pad 5."

But within five seconds the door had already been breached, and the guard quickly slammed the alarm.Red warning lights flashed through the entire base as the PA blared:"Enemies detected on Pad 5. Enemies detected on Pad 5."

In his office, Dreykov was enjoying vodka, his armored daughter standing guard at his side.

Hearing the alarm, he frowned, set down his glass, and went to his computer. After scanning his ring, a holographic display of the base appeared. He quickly spotted the red-marked Pad 5.

He brought up the security feed and soon saw the two intruders — his eyes fixing immediately on Natasha. He touched her face on the screen, pulling up her file.

"Natasha Romanoff… to think you'd come back here yourself. What a surprise."

Then he touched the man's face next to her — and froze when the file came up.Smith Doyle. Assassin Brotherhood leader.

"How did they end up working together?" he muttered, his mind racing.

Dreykov knew all about the Assassin Brotherhood — a shadowy, centuries-old organization based in New York. He'd investigated them before, dismissed their ideals as foolish.

"Well… no matter how you ended up together, you're both gifts to me now," he sneered.

Natasha's conditioning meant she couldn't attack him once she smelled his pheromones. And Smith? Once infected with the neuro-virus, he'd make the perfect pawn — and Dreykov would gain an entire organization at once.

A double prize.

He smirked, already savoring the thought.

(End of Chapter)

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