Chapter 99 – White Widow Yelena

Inside the base, the trainee Black Widows heard the blaring alarms — but not a single one broke formation. They continued their drills, and at the front of the squad stood Natasha's sister: Yelena.

Meanwhile, squads of fully armed guards with assault rifles rushed toward the entrance to Landing Pad 5.

Rounding a corner, Smith Doyle and Natasha came face to face with one such squad. The guards immediately raised their weapons and opened fire — but the next second, Smith moved like a lightning bolt.

"Ah—ah—ah!"

"Bang—bang—bang—"

Guards flew in all directions like fireworks, some slamming into the ceiling, others into walls, others crashing through doors — their armor shattering, their bodies limp.

Smith had been holding back, but even restrained, his power was more than they could possibly endure. To him, merely touching them was enough to end it.

Natasha, following behind, gasped."Smith… if you told me you were Superman, I'd believe it."

"You're not from Krypton by any chance, are you?" she added, clearly recalling the DC comics she'd read.

Smith only chuckled to himself — no, not Krypton. If anything, he came from Planet Vegeta.

When he didn't answer, Natasha jogged up alongside him and whispered:"That was so cool."

The two pressed onward, Smith leading them toward the highest power signature on his scanner. Since Yelena — the so-called White Widow — was the next-generation Black Widow, her energy should stand out.

Yet even as they advanced, Smith noted with faint disappointment that not a single signal on his detector even broke past 8. Most hovered pitifully between 5 and 7.

And so, the pair cut through waves of enemies, Smith laying waste while Natasha kept pace behind him, showering him with praise so effusive it almost made him wonder if he'd brought Pool along instead of her.

In his office, Dreykov was sweating.

At first he hadn't thought much of Smith Doyle. But when he reviewed the surveillance feed of Smith dispatching his men, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"H-how can he be this strong?" he muttered."Even a super soldier isn't fit to shine his shoes…"

He knew better than anyone the upper limits of super soldier experiments. He'd overseen Alexei's transformation himself. But Smith… Smith was something else entirely.

Realizing the base was no longer safe, Dreykov barked orders:"All guards and operatives, converge and eliminate the intruders!"

Then he summoned his personal guards, snatched up a tablet-sized control console, and began his escape. That tablet was his lifeline — connected to all the Black Widows embedded across the globe. With one command, he could manipulate markets, crash economies, even starve millions. He couldn't let it fall into enemy hands.

Elsewhere in the base, Dreykov's command unleashed squads of armed Widows from their training rooms. The base's entire garrison swarmed toward Smith and Natasha — but sheer numbers were meaningless against overwhelming force.

Smith raised his hand."Playtime's over."

"Boom—boom—boom!"

Energy blasts erupted from his palms, obliterating enemy after enemy. Walls cracked, ceilings fell, the carnage immense — but crucially, the base's engines remained untouched, and it stayed aloft.

Natasha called out:"I know the training hall and Dreykov's office! Melina gave me the layout!"

Smith nodded, and they made for the power signatures coming from the training hall.

More enemies fell before them, until at last a squad of women armed to the teeth blocked their path.

In an instant, Natasha spotted the blonde among them and cried out:"Yelena!"

But Yelena showed no reaction — she, too, was under Dreykov's control.

"Smith," Natasha pleaded, "that blonde one — that's my sister Yelena. Please don't hurt her."

As the other Widows lunged, Smith noted how diverse they were — white, Asian, Black, even more subtle distinctions — Dreykov had cast his net across all races for his global plans.

Smith didn't bother with ki blasts. With a few swift moves, he disarmed them all.

"Clang—clang—clang—"

Knives, bullets, shuriken clattered uselessly to the floor — yet the Widows kept coming.

Smith didn't hold back. Apart from Yelena, every last one fell to his blows. Woman or not made no difference to him — to Smith, there were only allies, strangers, and enemies.

Finally, only Yelena stood. Even she charged him despite being alone. Smith flashed behind her and delivered a precise chop to the back of her neck, knocking her unconscious without killing her.

Natasha caught her sister as she fell, murmuring her thanks to Smith:"Thank you."

But even as they stood there, Smith's scanner pinged something strange — a squad heading away from them, toward a lift.

Smith's eyes narrowed.Dreykov was trying to escape.

(End of Chapter)

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