Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1736: Mermaid with Chanel

Before meeting the host, the time it took to prepare dinner once again deepened Yelena Belova's impression of Natasha Romanov's current living conditions. Only a wealthy, leisurely, and unhurried life would allow time to carefully prepare dinner, because the whole process was complicated and time-consuming, and it was definitely not just picking up chocolate snacks from the shelf and tearing open the packaging, or picking up a fast food packaging bag and throwing it into the microwave, pressing a few buttons, and then waiting for the "ding--" sound, and it was not just piling all the high-calorie foods available on the shelf on a baking tray and putting it in the oven to complete the preparation work.

Professional habit made her check the kitchen carefully, otherwise she would rather eat the Snickers she bought from the supermarket. Unless there is a large-scale food safety incident, she is unlikely to be poisoned by industrially processed food on the shelf, which means her safety is guaranteed.

She saw stuffed goose and duck marinated in advance, berry jam and citrus jam in jars, probably to be spread on the birds before they were put into the oven. In addition, there were fresh shrimps that had been peeled and processed in advance, and the shrimp heads were being fried in a small stainless steel pot. The maid put chopped onions and tomato paste in the pot and poured in a glass of expensive-looking white wine.

Yelena watched the seafood pasta sauce making process and was then driven out by the indifferent maids because she was in the way. The kitchen of this villa was not big, and it was already crowded with a service team of five people. Yelena, who was watching closely and afraid that the maids would do something, was even more annoying.

Especially when she was about to pick up the bottle of white wine for inspection, the head maid Dina thought she was just trying to cause trouble and slow down the dinner process. The android would never allow his professional level to be questioned, and would never allow the master to not receive the proper service due to the interference of others.

Natasha, who was sorting out documents in the living room, finally discovered that Yelena was missing.

It took her five minutes to notice the increasingly tense atmosphere in the kitchen. She dragged her sister from the kitchen to the living room with an unyielding attitude, telling her not to interfere with the maid's preparation of dinner, otherwise they would have nothing to eat tonight. Yelena stumbled away with Natasha, but she still turned her back to Nata, stretched out two fingers, pointed at her eyes and poked the bottle of wine.

Dina was too lazy to pay attention to Yelena's provocation.

However, the head maid put the bottle of wine away to prevent someone from suddenly having the idea of ​​adding something to the wine.

"Today's dinner is not very sumptuous because someone had a quarrel with me. He claimed that he would not come back today if he could catch a fish that could be used as the main course." Natasha did not notice the interaction between Yelena and Dina. She was smiling when she talked about her husband, and she was in a good mood. "But he said the same thing yesterday. He thought I didn't find out that the maids secretly brought him dinner..."

Yelena raised her eyebrows in surprise, "It seems that you really like him."

"As I said, I've known him for years."

Natasha took the satellite phone from another maid. "It's impolite to go fishing when there are guests at home. I must remind him. By the way, today's supper is thick soup and chili oil. My Chinese is not very good, so I can't describe the food directly. It's probably food from the Sichuan Basin, spicy enough to fight the low temperature at night. Dinah and the others have prepared all the food. If you feel hungry at night, you can come to the restaurant by yourself. The pot here will not stop boiling all day long. No matter what time it is, this will be your home."

Yelena curled her lips but didn't say anything disgusted.

When she saw the man of the villa, he was sitting at the dining table, listening to her sister whispering something, with boredom written all over his face. When Yelena appeared, the man immediately stood up, with an expression on his face, as if he had finally seen the sun after being moldy in the basement for a month during the rainy season, and the joy almost jumped out of his eyes.

"Natasha always emphasizes the etiquette of hospitality to me." He waved his arms happily, as if greeting a friend from afar. "To be honest, it's a bit annoying - please forgive me, she is actually a little nervous about your arrival - just like a middle-class woman who meets her college classmates and wants to do everything she can to prove that she is living a good life now and has a wealthy real estate developer husband. You must be Yelena. I am Salomon, or Savage. The former is the name I have used for twenty years, and the latter is the identity I have used for two hundred years. Both identities are real, you can call me whatever you want."

Natasha kicked him hard in the shins several times under the table, which made Salomon shut up.

Yelena first carefully examined his skin and face, then her eyes swept down his body. First, the young and beautiful face and dark eyes, then the broad shoulders and strong triceps, and finally the tight leg muscles. Judging from his movements, this was a nimble guy with calluses on his fingers. He looked like he often used guns and knives and must have killed people.

"No wonder you married him, dear sister." Yelena did not greet the host, but looked at her sister. "He looks handsome, strong, and interesting. He is also an old wizard who has lived for a long time. How did you meet?"

"When I was still a minor, she and I met at SHIELD. The process was not friendly. SHIELD could not find out my past and did not know my abilities until I showed them a little...mild power."

"Nat didn't live that long." Yelena's eyes were full of doubt.

"The power you displayed was not gentle at all." Natasha also retorted, "Nick Fury thought you could easily destroy a city, but now it seems that is only your simplest ability."

Yelena glanced at her.

Such words can be said at any time. Bringing them up at this time only proves that Natasha is reminding her indirectly, or threatening her. "As for your age," Natasha shrugged. "I think it's better for you to explain it yourself. Most people find it difficult to understand your experience."

"This is easy to understand. It's just time travel. When I was twenty, I went back to the past. In order not to interfere with the timeline, I have lived to the present with various identities. Time has brought me a long torture, and I have used time to accumulate wealth, so don't worry about your expenses here, because I am really rich."

"It's incredible." Yelena nodded, not completely believing it.

Salomon could see what Yelena was thinking, but he didn't care.

Natasha wanted to say something to bring Salomon and Yelena closer, but he held out his hand to stop her from speaking. "You don't like business negotiations, so I'll tell you all the reasons directly. Black Widow is not necessary for me. I don't need Swallow, and I don't lack agents. I'm doing this just because of her." Salomon held Natasha's hand, indicating that they were on the same side. "She hopes that all Black Widows can live a normal life, and I don't mind fulfilling her wish."

"Live a normal life." Yelena finally put on a negotiating posture, "Like her?"

"She was different. It was a miracle, it was supernatural, it didn't require a scalpel."

"I need a successful case. Since Nat didn't use this technology, I need more detailed information."

Salomon knew that Yelena had accepted the deal, and she was only worried that he would use the technology to control Black Widow.

"In vitro organ cultivation technology is a byproduct of biochemical research. It uses the genes of the recipient and has no rejection reaction. It can meet the needs of all black widows. I only charge the technology cost and the medical cost. There is no premium. It won't be so high that they can't afford it."

"anything else?"

"If they don't have a partner but need offspring, I can open the gene bank and gene laboratory to them. The artificially cultivated gene bank uses gene editing technology to edit offspring without genetic diseases and immune deficiencies, and can also customize hair color, skin color and pupil color."

Yelena leaned forward slightly, seeming to have accepted Salomon's statement.

"I need a deadline."

"Work for me for five years. This organization will be led by you or Nat. I will only be responsible for providing funding and weapons and equipment, and will not interfere in the work or internal affairs of any organization. After five years, all Black Widows can leave, unless they voluntarily stay and join the organization to enjoy medical insurance and retirement benefits."

"I can vouch for it, Elena," said Natasha. "You don't even trust me, do you?"

"I don't believe you." Yelena retorted in Russian, "You haven't even used this technology, so you can't guarantee anything."

"Your sister prefers natural conception. I am the provider of the genes."

Salomon clapped his hands to interrupt the sisters' quarrel and bring their attention back.

He didn't know what happened between Natasha and Yelena. He planned to ask tonight, but not now. Natasha had already sold all the Black Widows to him, and he needed to give a price that would satisfy everyone. He didn't give Yelena time to be surprised by his fluent Russian.

"I can provide relevant information, including physical examination data of newborns who have undergone gene editing. In Yugoslavia today, this technology has been provided to the top hospitals and laboratories. Advanced clinics and biological laboratories controlled by our wholly-owned subsidiary in the United States also have some of this technology, which specializes in genetic screening for the offspring of wealthy people and politicians, so you don't have to worry about any harm caused by this technology."

"I'll stay here for a while." Yelena pulled out a chair and stood up, saying in English with an Eastern European accent, "Give me a room."

"You can choose your own room. Dinah will help you."

"I'm going to find a room far away from your bedroom, otherwise I'll definitely be woken up by the noise at night." Yelena grinned nonchalantly, but Natasha looked like she was about to explode. She stared at Yelena angrily, as if she wanted to strangle her to death with her eyes. "You definitely don't want an extra audience, right?"

"It's not always at night," Salomon corrected. "Usually, Dinah is the audience."

Then he gasped with a grimace because Natasha was angrily attacking his shin bone. He didn't feel any pain at all, but in order to have a perfect night today, he had to make such a gesture.

Yelena shrank her neck, rubbed her arms, and felt goose bumps all over her body.

"Eh~ How disgusting." She shook her head. "I can't stay here any longer. The air smells like syrup and hormones. Let the maid bring dinner to my room. I need to rest. I haven't slept for twenty hours just to find Nat."

"She doesn't trust us." After Yelena left, Natasha immediately said to Salomon, "I'm sure that she thinks you have other purposes because you said your speech didn't work. At least wait until she finishes reading the materials, then she will have a little trust in us."

"Anyway, there's nothing important stored here. If she wants to see it, just give it to her. I'll arrange for Dina to cancel the indoor patrol tonight to prevent them from shooting Yelena." Yelena's whereabouts that night were completely monitored by the sisterhood, but no one in the villa cared about her. As long as she didn't approach Salomon and Natasha's bedroom with a weapon, the sisterhood would not stop her. When Salomon got up, Dina also reported to Salomon that Yelena went to the kitchen three times last night and ate up the pot of stewed mutton.

In comparison, Yelena's sneaking into the study to check the documents was completely insignificant.

"I don't mind keeping a pet with a good appetite in the villa, my lord." The little maid who had followed him for eight thousand years now had her own temper. After all, the women around Salomon came and went, but she was the only one who always followed him. Dinah said bluntly, "Anyway, her food costs are not as much as Ms. Romanov's money on lubricants."

After living like this for several days, Salomon would go fishing at dawn, while Natasha and Yelena would organize the weapons, personnel and intelligence needed for the operation. Without a complete intelligence organization, they had to do a lot of work in person. Even the most common surveillance vans were not accessible to ordinary people, and many special equipment would not appear on the civilian market.

When their action begins, the electronic reconnaissance attack from hostile organizations will not stop, and all electronic equipment and communication tools will be detected and analyzed by the enemy - without Salomon, Yelena and Natasha can only use civilian equipment - although they can evade detection through anonymous SIM cards, disposable mailboxes, gift card payments and other means, but for professional organizations, using civilian communication equipment and software can only delay the time of detection.

But none of this has anything to do with Salomon.

He was only responsible for signing the check and providing the Swiss bank account and password. Natasha and Yelena would do the rest. They had rich experience in how to mobilize the organization's equipment for reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance. Every time he got up, he could see the sleep-deprived Yelena yawning at the breakfast table, stuffing food or soup into her mouth bit by bit. Due to the selfless dedication of the maids and the deliciousness of the food, Salomon had to suspect that Yelena was going to eat up all the food in the villa.

In the evening, we took the boat back to the villa, just in time for dinner. Every time he said something like "the line is too thick" or "the bait is wrong", Natasha knew that he had not caught anything today, and Yelena smiled knowingly (at least it was a silly smile in Salomon's eyes). If he had some achievements, he would show off without anyone asking, which made Yelena very annoyed. After all, no one wanted to have someone repeating how heavy the fish he caught was today while eating.

One day when Salomon was out fishing, Yelena finally couldn't help herself and walked into the gym, where she saw Natasha working out. The former Black Widow was wearing a black sports bra with a towel around her neck, and Yelena could even smell the sweat in the air.

"what's up?"

Yelena walked to the bar and poured herself a glass of apple juice. "I'm curious about the lives of the rich." She pointed to the shooting range next to the gym and asked, "Does this mean that the ladies need to use guns frequently?"

"I'm in rehabilitation." Natasha didn't even look at her. "I can't ask you to do all the work."

"When did you become so kind, Nat?"

"I'm your sister."

Yelena shrugged. "Okay, you have the final say. I respect the rules of this villa and won't fight with you here." She finished her apple juice and changed the subject. "He said he was going fishing, but you had to use a satellite phone to contact him every time. Can his speedboat go that far?"

"Childish." Natasha didn't even look at her. "Crude provocation."

"When he came back yesterday evening, I smelled the scent of women's perfume on him. Unless there are mermaids wearing Chanel in the sea." Yelena smacked her lips, "Aren't you curious at all?"

"I am Savage's wife. To be more precise, I am his wife in this identity." Natasha said, "He has many secrets that are not suitable for others to know. I happen to know some secrets, such as that he lived with two witches for many years under the identity of Salomon."

Yelena blinked and suddenly burst into gloating laughter.

“So you are the latecomer.”

"If I were to count how many women he had and how many times he got married in his eight thousand years of life, it would be too boring. Humans can only live for a hundred years, and he is a different species. Any relationship is a short experience for him." The former Black Widow put down the dumbbells. She looked at Yelena with a serious expression. "He is willing to stop for a while, which means it is very important to him. For me, having a good family life is what I need, Yelena, don't do anything unnecessary."

"Eight thousand years... It's incredible. I can't imagine living with someone who has lived that long. Maybe he has even seen dinosaurs." Yelena raised her hands in surrender. "He doesn't even have old age odor. He doesn't even have body odor. Didn't he hide it from you?"

Natasha did not speak. The combination of spirit and flesh allowed her to dream about fragments of Salomon's past life through sympathetic magic, even though she herself had no magical talent. Although some memories were deliberately concealed and erased, she still remembered that Salomon had many identities in history, most of which involved marriages, and sometimes more than one marriage partner.

After spending these few days together, Yelena did not develop any trust in Salomon.

The more she understood him, the more she found Salomon incomprehensible. For example, no adult male would use a cute pink wallet, but Salomon used one, and even his check holder was in the style of a cartoon pig. It was as if nothing in the world was worth his concern. He could do whatever he wanted, which was simply unreasonable to the extreme. Not only that, his knowledge was beyond the limits of ordinary people. He even knew boring information such as how many factions there were in Japanese ramen. He also knew the location of the best restaurants and the temper of the bosses, as if he was a frequent patron.

She had tested Salomon's ability before. Whenever she showed hostility towards Natasha or anyone in the villa, she would find that her body was completely unable to move. She could do nothing but breathe and blink. Otherwise, she would not be so polite to Natasha. A person with such power was actually obsessed with boring daily life. If this person really lived for 8,000 years, it seemed understandable that he had such thoughts.

But she still felt like she was listening to a fairy tale.

"Tell me your real purpose, Yelena. I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Natasha rolled her eyes. "You agreed to come here with me, definitely not to eat up all the midnight snacks. Dina has complained to me many times that you have increased the workload of the kitchen by 30%!"

"I betrayed the Red House."

"I know."

"Aren't you curious about the reason?"

"I'm waiting for you to say it."

"Do you know about the brainwashing research conducted by the Red Room in the later period?" Yelena bit her lip. "That is a technology from Hydra, which was initially used in the late 1990s. When they found that they could not control us with thoughts, they used that drug... I came into contact with the inhibitor by chance, and it felt like suddenly remembering something I had forgotten for a long time. I suddenly remembered Melina's contact information, and then found you through her. Sounds cliché, right?"

"It sounds like a script written by a third-rate Hollywood screenwriter." Natasha shook her head. "What about those inhibitors? Don't tell me you didn't secretly collect samples?"

"I left it in your safe house in Budapest, and planned to send it to you when I had the chance. But I know you're wanted, and your scientist friend may not be able to help you. Now it seems that you've found another good guy... Why do you look so strange?"

"Let me think... When you did this, Hungary was still an independent country, right?" Natasha couldn't help laughing. "He will arrange people to go to the safe house to collect inhibitor samples, and the analysis work will be carried out simultaneously. You don't need to worry. He has many scientists under him. When the inhibitor can be mass-produced, we will set off. It won't take too long."

"Are you sure you want to participate?" Yelena stared at her belly suspiciously.

"Once we get to Zurich, I'll be separated from him for a while. I don't mind settling this matter while I wait, and then enjoying my retirement life."

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Jeanne looked left and right and finally realized something was wrong because she saw a smile on Bayonetta's face.

No one can remain in a good mood in this situation.

She breathed in the foul air. The open space in front of her was filled with the bodies and blood of extradimensional predators. Jeanne raised her high heels and rubbed them on the stone. The coagulated blood of extradimensional predators fell like powder. She couldn't help but curse in a low voice. Compared with the pollution brought by extradimensional creatures, the bad environment here was more harmful to firearms.

If Kamar-Taj had issued a mission to the witch, she and Bayonetta would not have been willing to come to the South Asian subcontinent where the air was full of stench. The mystics of Kamar-Taj seemed too lazy to even walk down the mountain, and assigned the mission that was so close to them to me, the witch, as if no one in this world could fight against extradimensional creatures.

Joan of Arc suspected that even the mystics and ascetics could not bear the stench of Indian cities, or perhaps even the mystics hated this country where the lives of livestock were more precious than those of untouchables, and even the most sympathetic untouchables were mostly ignorant and stupid to the point of being disgusting, even more ignorant and selfish than the European villages in the Middle Ages.

"The portal is open, Theresa, we should go back." Jeanne grinned in disgust, "I really don't know why those extra-dimensional creatures would come here. Is it because this place is particularly superstitious? Anyway, I'm going to take a good bath after I go back to wash off the bad smell on my body - I have to admit that the bathtub he chose was great, big enough for all of us to go in and relax. Do you want to join me?"

"Of course." Bayonetta put her finger through the trigger guard and spun the large-caliber pistol around her finger. "I'm going to take a good bath."

"You're laughing."

“It’s because I got the job done.”

"You never make excuses, Theresa, unless you have something to hide from me." Jeanne crossed her arms, "For example, you saw him. We slept separately last night, and only then did you have time to meet him. This can explain why you didn't show up at the breakfast table this morning."

"Yes, he returned to the villa last night." Bayonetta winked playfully, "He is still as strong as ever."

"I knew your bed didn't collapse on its own!"