Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1735 Yelena Belova

The afternoon sun in Cape Verde is so strong that it is hard to open your eyes.

In the open beach bar with only a roof, scattered tourists sat on beach chairs and enjoyed the sea breeze passing through the bar. However, the bartender behind the bar did not feel relaxed because the meal time was over.

He looked worriedly at the woman with platinum shoulder-length hair next to the bar. She was wearing sunglasses and looking intently at the nearby white beach. This was not because he was curious about beautiful women. In the summer in Cape Verde, there were white women wearing bikinis everywhere. There was nothing special.

Not to mention she wasn't wearing a bikini.

The local guy who remained devout in his bartending career was just worried that this beautiful customer didn't like his craft, so much so that he had a pessimistic estimate for his revenue this quarter - in recent days she would come to this bar near the beach, order a drink, and then sit there in silence, which made the bartender doubt his craft for the first time in his life.

"Miss."

The female tourist didn't turn her eyes away until the bartender reminded her. The blaming look made the bartender feel as if he had done something wrong. However, this atmosphere couldn't stop the bartenders from talking. People who can't speak can't be bartenders. Bartenders at tourist attractions also have a part-time job, which is to recommend services that tourists need and get commissions. Without good eloquence, tourists can't be persuaded to accept services such as surfing training camps, diving training camps and essential oil SPAs.

"Are you waiting for someone?" The bartender said as he wiped the glass. "The ice has melted. If you want to continue waiting, I can make another one."

"I'm leaving now," the woman said in Portuguese with a hint of Eastern European accent. "The person I'm waiting for has arrived."

"People who come here on vacation usually have company." The bartender nodded. "I thought you were an exception."

"I am indeed an exception. You are talking about my...sister."

The woman picked up the glass and poured the no longer cold cocktail into her mouth in one gulp, then laid out the bills on the table with a bold movement, as if she was not on a beach with sea breeze blowing, but in a Texas country tavern filled with tobacco smoke and the aroma of grilled pork chops.

“It’s delicious, it’s true.”

"I feel relieved to hear that." The bartender took the cup away and watched the woman walk out of the beach bar without looking back. A woman with bright red hair stood at the door and gave her a firm hug. The bartender could see that the blonde woman's movements were a little stiff, but he shrugged and put the matter behind him in an instant.

Since it’s not my craftsmanship that’s the problem, it’s not a big deal.

This is Cape Verde, anything can happen.

The bartender is not worried about what might happen here that could affect his business. Santa Marie is already the safest place in Cape Verde, and it is unlikely that there will be any violence. During the peak tourist season every year, there are always some bloody dramas here. The bartender has seen wives come here to arrest their husbands who were on vacation with their lovers more than once. Maybe some tourists even order a few tropical cocktails at the bar just to watch!

Yelena Belova angrily broke away from her sister's embrace.

“You should come with us to Boa Vista, Yelena.”

Natasha raised one hand to her forehead to prevent the sunlight from blinding her.

She was wearing a white hip skirt and white lace-up high heels, which were very suitable for the hot climate of Cape Verde. The close-fitting dress and her curly, fluffy red hair were very charming. Even Yelena had to admit that Natasha now didn't look like an agent at all, but rather like a lady.

The life of an agent is not as cool as in the movies. Staying up late for long hours to monitor will only make people physically and mentally exhausted. When performing tasks in the territory of hostile forces, injuries, fatigue and hunger are the norm. In this case, the skin condition and mental state will be severely affected, and the busy work is destined to prevent the agents from getting enough rest.

Now Natasha is dressed exquisitely and has delicate skin. It is obvious that she lives a pampered life. She even has manicures. Yelena suspects that Natasha no longer uses guns in her daily life.

"Don't you think there are too many tourists in the Hilton Hotel?" Natasha ignored the fact that she was attracting the attention of male tourists and said confidently, "Our identities are not suitable for appearing in public, and there are many Americans here. Who knows if there will be agents who happen to come here for vacation."

"Don't change the subject, Nat!"

Yelena Belova walked towards the road without looking back, and Natasha followed closely behind her. The smile on her face did not change at all because of her sister's bad attitude. She just thought Yelena's attitude was very interesting. After not seeing each other for so many years, she always wanted to tease her.

"You agreed to meet on the safe route a month ago!" Yelena looked at Natasha walking side by side, and felt annoyed. When she was looking for Natasha, she felt uneasy, fearing that Natasha had encountered something bad. Now that Natasha appeared in front of her unscathed, Yelena was a little angry.

Ever since she received the news that SHIELD was destroyed, Hydra was reborn, and the US government was looking for the Avengers and SHIELD agents, she has been monitoring their exclusive communication lines, fearing that Natasha would need help one day. But she would never admit it, even if a gun was pointed at her head!

She lowered her voice and said fiercely, "According to the agreement, you should be in Zurich now instead of Cape Verde!"

"If I don't show up in Zurich, you should change the line and wait for the next safe contact. If the decoy route is triggered, it means the contact has defected and needs to be evacuated. This is standard practice." Natasha laughed maliciously, "How did you know I was in Cape Verde?"

"Besides mom, only the two of us know about this communication line." Yelena crossed her arms and stared at her taller sister. "Maybe mom likes me more and gave me higher authority."

"We can ask about this matter after we meet Melina."

Yelena stopped and did not move forward. Facing Natasha's puzzled look, she said, "I remember that the US government is still looking for you, but you are here safely now... I suspect that you sold information to the US government, otherwise you would have been arrested by the FBI as soon as you boarded the plane."

Yelena was sure there were no agents on the beach. The bloated tourists had no signs of exercise, and the tourists in bikinis and swimming trunks had no place to store weapons. Even if they were agents, they couldn't shoot in such a public place. Even if they did, Yelena was confident that they could escape quickly.

But her sister was standing right in front of her.

Perhaps Natasha in the tight dress was the most dangerous person on this beach. If Natasha did it herself, Yelena thought she might have to pay a price to evacuate safely. She thought so and did so. One hand had reached into the holster under the sun cape and grasped the Glock. It was a bit difficult to obtain weapons in Cape Verde, but this did not hinder Yelena's long-term connections in the underground world.

"What would you do if I admitted it?"

"I have planted bombs in three hotels, including the Hilton."

Yelena smiled smugly, and now it was Natasha's turn to have a stiff expression.

"Don't think the signal jammer will work. We all know what technology the other side has. If there is no fixed time to input the signal, the bomb will explode. When I evacuate safely, I will tell you the number and location of the bombs."

Natasha felt that Yelena was like a frightened little animal that would jump up at the slightest danger.

She found herself in a trance and seemed to be far away from the life of an agent. Her sense of crisis dropped sharply, and she almost forgot that Yelena now thought she was deep in the enemy camp. A beast in a desperate situation is the most dangerous. According to her past habits, Yelena would definitely sacrifice the innocent people in the Hilton Hotel.

Yelena is not her. She has not accepted the Avengers' philosophy. She has always been a ruthless Black Widow. Natasha decided to end this bad joke quickly and guide the topic to the right path, so as to prevent Yelena from being too nervous and really detonating the bomb. So she decided to use another explosive news to attract attention.

"I'm pregnant...at least soon, that's what I'm going to tell you."

Yelena opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. She was unable to digest this information for a moment.

"By the way, I found a job for the other sisters to pay for the organ repair surgery. I didn't expect it would take so long to contact the other sisters, so I stayed in Cape Verde this month. Only here am I safe." Natasha grinned with a smile of success on her face, "I didn't surrender to the US government. Relax, it was just a joke."

"You mean you can get pregnant?" Yelena shook her head violently, "You are such a bastard, Nat, I might as well believe you sold out the information!" "It's true. My husband repaired my organs and has the ability to make me pregnant."

Natasha turned and waved, and a black SUV pulled up to the side of the road.

Yelena could see behind the lowered car window, a white-haired girl with an indifferent expression, a rifle on the passenger seat behind the car window, the muzzle of the gun pointed at them. Yelena dodged the shooting range and glared at Natasha, her eyes clearly revealing the meaning of "You still say you didn't sell out the information."

Natasha smiled awkwardly.

The Sisterhood quietly gathered in Cape Verde in accordance with the orders of their master, with a platoon of soldiers. With sufficient support, a platoon of soldiers is fully capable of carrying out the blockade of a city, not to mention the androids wearing power armor.

"This is the sisterhood's standard operating procedure. The Cape Verdean government has no ability to enforce law and order, so the sisterhood always carries weapons when they go out. Dina is his most powerful bodyguard."

Yelena didn't say anything, her face was full of distrust.

The whole thing was too bizarre. Natasha claimed that she had regained her fertility and was planning something big involving all the Black Widows. The restoration of her fertility sounded like a lie, but Yelena decided to give Natasha limited trust in this matter. She knew that Natasha really wanted to have a child and her sister would not joke about this. Yelena believed that the thing Natasha planned was the reason why she contacted her.

As an agent wanted by the US government, Natasha's activities are bound to be limited, and she may have to change the boss of all the black widows. However, she is still curious about Natasha's husband. How can someone with such technology know a field agent like Natasha? Is he a scientist or doctor kidnapped by Natasha?

Someone with this kind of skills should have opened a high-end clinic, developed medical insurance financial products, and lived a life reaping wealth from the pharmaceutical consortium. Why would he get involved with a wanted criminal?

"We'll talk about the details after we get to the villa in Boa Vista." Natasha walked over and opened the back door. "We need to have a good discussion about the other sisters. At least, we need to help them find a new boss first."

Yelena got off the helicopter and did not immediately see the mysterious scientist or doctor.

The first thing she saw was a group of female armed forces who looked almost identical. They were armed and guarding the intersection leading to the beach villa. This narrow strip of beach called Praia do Curralinho had now become a private territory, surrounded by high walls with razor wire. An armed force of up to thirty people completely blocked the area, including the helipad suitable for helicopter takeoffs and landings.

Yelena had no doubt that this armed force had portable anti-aircraft firepower. This meant that air raids were impossible, and she was also very curious about what kind of person could have such a "clone" army.

"You are not coerced, right?" Yelena looked warily at Dina and the five-member team leading the way. Although these incredibly delicate girls did not show any hostility, Yelena still felt uneasy, after all, they were now on this small island, and the only way to evacuate was by helicopter or small plane.

"I've been with him for years. Believe me, I have a much closer relationship with him than most people think."

Natasha took Yelena straight into the hall.

To be more precise, this place is called the headquarters.

Currently, all the information about Black Widow is gathered here, including the tasks they are currently carrying out and their status. As an agent who is wanted and lost her organization, Natasha has almost lost all her sources of intelligence, and a large part of the information she has in her hands comes from the legacy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Since she revealed all the SHIELD intelligence and forced Hydra to return to the dark, almost all organizations that found themselves in the hands of SHIELD have changed, causing a lot of intelligence to lose its value. So the owner of this beach house offered help. He gave Natasha some authority, allowing her to use the secret intelligence network that only belonged to the emperor, which Nick Fury also wanted to touch.

The former Black Widows found that the members who received the instructions came from all walks of life and of different ages. Many of them were ordinary people before receiving the instructions, living ordinary lives and working hard for home loans or children's education. But at the moment of receiving the instructions, they executed them without hesitation, and through their own network of relationships or industry convenience, they contacted the hidden Black Widows after many twists and turns.

These people do not know each other and have not received the same organizational training. The only thing they have in common is that they are all very intelligent and have gradually gained their corresponding social status through their own wisdom from the bottom of society. Some of them are politicians or scientific researchers. Natasha can't help but wonder when such an intelligence agency started operating and why S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't discover such a secretive and powerful organization.

She didn't notice that the people who received the instructions were all wearing various owl brooches.

Some are made of gemstones and precious metals, some are just ordinary copper or iron, and some are just simple wood carvings. Despite this, they will still hold the brooch in their hands and pray after completing the order. Some of them are orphans, some of their parents are orphans, and some of their grandparents are orphans. The owl brooch is proof of completing the education of the goddess of wisdom, and it is also the only proof of maintaining their identity.

They spent generations waiting for orders, and the goddess of wisdom rewarded their loyalty with wisdom and courage.

Even if Natasha discovered this secret, she had no time to think about the connection.

Her workload is huge, because the Red House did not really disappear. It is similar to the current situation of SHIELD, where the main structure disappeared due to loss of funding. The dismantled Red House was not inherited by a senior agent determined to rebuild the organization, but was controlled by multiple oligarchs who purchased state-owned assets through agents.

These oligarchs gradually penetrated into the government system through power-for-money transactions, forming a complex network of interests. These oligarchs also became the bosses of the black widows who could not leave the red room. Some officials who cooperated with the oligarchs also needed the services provided by the red room, such as stealing business secrets, assassinating political opponents, etc. Some black widows would also become "swallows" to manipulate the oligarchs' puppets and provide them with intelligence continuously.

This abnormal symbiotic relationship lasted for many years.

Natasha decided to break this cycle and rescue all the Black Widows left over from the old era and the Black Widows of the new era. She is no longer an agent of SHIELD who needs to obey orders. With sufficient weapons and financial support, the only thing that can restrain her is her personal force and moral values.

The operation would be much easier if the Sisterhood could provide armed assistance.

However, the Sisterhood, as the Emperor's direct force, is already known to the world. Nominally, it belongs to the Yugoslav Special Security Service and is not suitable to appear on the borders of other countries, so they can only ensure the safety of the evacuation route.

She needs Yelena, and the Black Widows who are willing to help.

Unfortunately, there is no friendship between the Black Widows, even those in the same training camp are no exception. The fact that they did not shoot each other immediately after meeting is a sign of their good relationship. Poisoning is a milder form of hostility.

"I got in touch with some defected black widows. They changed their names and became ordinary people."

Natasha handed Yelena some files.

There are also several stacks of files and several laptops piled here. The seaside villa that was supposed to enjoy the sea breeze and sunshine has completely turned into an office full of documents and smelling of printing ink.

"I spent a lot of time looking for them. It's not surprising that they are unwilling to help, even though the Red House has never stopped looking for them." Natasha noticed that Yelena's eyes were gradually becoming hostile, so she quickly explained, "Don't worry, the way I contact them will not be exposed. It is said that the last way of contact is to use birds controlled by magic, and no agent has learned to interrogate crows and owls."

"Biotechnology, plus magic." Yelena weighed the thick brown paper file in her hand. "Such a person would definitely not be unknown. Intelligence agencies of various countries must have information about him. Who is he?"

"Maybe you know his nickname. The Knight of the Battle of New York, remember?"

"The most mysterious person, as far as I know, all the members of the Avengers seem to know him. Alexander Pierce and Nick Fury, who were high-ranking officials of SHIELD at the time, also knew him." Yelena blinked, thinking of the information she had collected from the Red Room. She looked at Natasha meaningfully, as if accusing someone of being an accomplice. "But they didn't reveal it to the outside world. It's very strange. I don't think Hydra needs to protect the information, and Nick Fury is not a kind person. There is no reason not to hold such an easy-to-control handle in his hand."

"There are many people who know his true identity, but they are all restricted by magic and cannot reveal his real name and appearance in any way." Natasha sat on the sofa, looking at the sea in the distance, "He is not someone who is willing to abide by the rules of human society, or rather, he is unwilling to abide by the rules of vested interests. In the past, some people wanted him to obey, but the results were not good. Nick Fury suffered the consequences, and so did Hydra."

"I didn't see him."

"He's out fishing in the open sea now and won't be back until about six in the afternoon. Now let's get to work, whether or not other black widows can help, we have to destroy the red house."