St. Petersburg, a suburb.

Melina is doing her daily work, feeding the pigs.

Through the analysis and structure of the human brain, the Red Chamber has created the only cellular blueprint of the base ganglia.

It is the cognitive center of the human brain, which controls the motor and learning systems.

Through this cellular blueprint, Melina is able to exercise full control of the brain.

Not only is it limited to the individual's behavior, but also her thoughts and emotions, but she can also control her breathing and metabolism.

With a simple command, the pigs immediately stopped breathing and could not be freed until they died.

It can be said that Melina is the brain of the Red Room, but unfortunately she also cannot get rid of the control of General "Draykov".

"What a wretched woman."

A sigh sounded from above, causing Melina's body to tense instantly.

Slowly raising her head stiffly, she saw the golden sunlight first, and the man covered in gold trim.

Motherlander, Klaus Lovett.

Superheroes who have made a name for themselves all over the world in recent times.

She is hiding in the countryside of St. Petersburg, but Melina is not a fool, as the chief scientist of the Red Room, her ability to obtain intelligence is absolutely second to none in the world.

Slowly landing on the farm, Klaus smiled at the pigs on the ground: "Very interesting research. ”

"Thank you." Melina didn't make any extra moves, even if she was once the best black widow in the Red Room, she couldn't play tricks in front of the motherland.

She knew that all too well.

"But what's the difference between you and these pigs on the ground?" The scarlet light flashed, and the fat experimental pig instantly exploded into a ball of plasma.

Coming to Melina with his hands behind his back, Klaus looked at the woman with demonic pupils, and said word by word: "Tell me, what is the difference between you and them?" ”

"No, it doesn't make a difference." Melina was terrified.

No matter what she had been through in the past, at least she knew one thing, she didn't want to die yet.

In the face of a god-like man, her wisdom and proud research did not play a role at all.

If you want to survive, the only way is to show your worth.

Die or give in, she has no third way to go.

Slowly kneeling on one knee, Melina bowed her head in submission.

"Very well, you are indeed a smart woman." Klaus was satisfied with the other party's understanding of current affairs.

The Iron Lady is an excellent neuroscientist, the kind that is one in a million, and of course he has to grasp such a talent.

General Draykov is cruel, and even a collaborator like Melina is still being toyed with like a pig and a dog.

Unlike him, Klaus can give Melina some freedom and trust without any control.

As long as she concentrates on doing things for herself, she can do whatever she wants.

Klaus only had to promise one thing, that he could screw her head off at any moment, and that was enough.

The Iron Lady is a smart woman, and she can survive without doing stupid things.

It can be more exciting than the first half of life.

"Ready, I need you to take over control of the Red Room at any time."

Bang! With a sudden explosion of air, Klaus's figure disappeared into the farm.

After a long time, Melina finally got up from the ground, and it was only then that she realized that her back was already soaking wet.

"You're the first man to get me wet just by looking at me."

After standing silently for a few minutes, the Iron Lady turned and walked into the laboratory of the wooden house.

One way or another, the era of Dreykov's rule over the Red Room will end.

Those widows may be able to overthrow an empire, they may be able to collapse Europe's economy completely, but they will never stop the invasion of the motherland.

"This is called evil retribution."

Rumble! Soon, a fighter plane slowly lifted into the air, and she was ready to take over all the work of the Red House.

......

Over Antarctica, a behemoth drove silently.

This flying fortress has the ability to shield signals and, in some cases, enable transparency.

Neither the naked eye nor the radar can see its trajectory.

For so many years, intelligence agencies of various countries have tried to find the existence of the Red House, but so far no one has succeeded.

If Melina hadn't provided the exact coordinates, Klaus wouldn't have been able to spot it.

Looking at the appearance of the Flying Fortress, Klaus nodded with satisfaction, and it was his first secret base from now on.

In addition to the daily training of the widows, he was able to move the laboratory to it, but he didn't know if there was enough space inside.

Arriving at Gnaku's location, he carefully used the thermal line of sight to cut a gap.

What works for himself, Klaus is always extra careful when using it.

Woooooo

The sirens sounded wildly, and the entire Red House was alarmed by the invasion of outsiders.

"Good, at least I haven't lost my vigilance."

This is a compliment from the motherland, and of course, those kittens who dare to shoot at him must be punished as they deserve.

With a big smile on his face, Klaus began his own journey of rage.

On the other side, General Dreykov felt a deep uneasiness.

"What's going on?!"

He single-handedly founded the Red House, and for many years, he secretly manipulated the direction of the world situation.

It is no exaggeration to say that he could plunge the whole of Europe into war with a single word.

The feeling of being in control was quite fascinating, and in Draykov's eyes, what Hydra, what S.H.I.E.L.D., these organizations didn't even deserve to carry his shoes.

The so-called Avengers are the clown of clowns, and the only thing that interests him is Natasha's kitten.

Draykov was thinking that maybe he could indirectly control the entire Avengers by controlling Natasha, and let the self-proclaimed superheroes be used for his own use.

In the hands of a big man like himself, the Avengers can exert their true power.

That's right, I, General Dreykov, should be the real master of the world!

It's a pity that all the sweet dreams have come to naught in front of that rampant figure.

He once thought that the Black Widow he trained was invincible, but today he couldn't even stop the man's footsteps.

Looking at the bloody scene, Dreykov gritted his teeth and decided to use the final hole cards in a desperate gamble.

It is the most perfect masterpiece of technology and biology.

The strength is not lost to the super soldiers, and the fighting skills are unmatched in the world.

Maybe she'll be able to take out the terrible intruders.

"Antonia, my daughter, get rid of that intruder for her father."

Draykov did not run away, he had everything in the Red Room, and without this terminal, he would have completely lost control of the widows.

Now the only hope can only be placed on his daughter.

The greatest warrior of all human history, his proudest creation, Antonia Dreykov.

Or maybe you can call her, imitating the master.

......

The scarlet glow, enough to withstand the bulletproof glass of high-powered RPG missiles, melts easily like cheese.

"Yes, the power of the thermal sight is getting stronger."

Since the beginning of the absorption of sunlight, Klaus's strength has been slowly increasing.

When the cells in his body are saturated, the upper limit of what he can absorb increases.

Theoretically, there is no limit to his strength increase, and the only drawback may be that the absorption capacity of T9-level stars is too slow.

Even so, Klaus's strength is still one step further, and he is getting closer and closer to the true Heavenly Father level.

Name: Klaus Lovett

Age: 26 (b. 1986)

Race: Human

Identity: Chairman of the Walter Company and leader of the Super Seven

Popularity: 365W

Abilities: Super Strength, Super Speed, Super Five Senses, Super Defense, Flight, Thermal Sight, T9 Star Energy Absorption.

Comprehensive combat power evaluation: Eighth-order True God Realm

His popularity has also increased to a certain extent, indicating that his work as a vigilante has made a lot of progress.

After solving the problem of the red house, he will find a way to put it into work.

For example, to shoot one or two films about the origin of the "motherland"?

Arrange a number of interviews, give lectures at major prestigious universities, etc.

Young people will always crave superheroes more.

"Looks like we're going to get busy."

Bang!

With the shattering of bulletproof glass, an interesting figure finally appeared in front of him.

[Master of imitation, super soldier ninth order, threat level: negligible.] 】

The division of strength given by the system is: Super Soldier, Extraordinary, Demigod, True God, Heavenly Father, Single Universe, Multiverse, Almighty Universe, Supreme Ruler and other nine classes.

The imitation master in front of him definitely belongs to the top level of super soldiers.

If it is paired with the right body enhancement, her combat power will skyrocket in an instant.

Qualifying to be a part of the Super Seven, and most crucially, the Imitation Master would be a good dog for Klaus.

But now, what she needs is violent domestication from the motherland.

It hurts, and it is possible to be obedient in the future.

Perhaps sensing the enemy's trickiness, the Imitation Master pulled out his compound bow and fired a burst arrow directly at him.

"It's too slow." Klaus sighed, and in an instant he was in front of the master of imitation.

With a punch in his face, the shield of the superalloy was instantly torn apart, and the crisp sound of bone cracking made him smile slightly.

"Seems to be pushing too hard."

The pain of the broken arm made Antonia snort involuntarily.

It seems that she is not completely without feelings.

It's just that a lot of things in personal emotions are deprived.

Klaus's arrival is tantamount to a redemption for her.

Because he will give back all the emotions that the master of imitation deserves.

If not, how can you become a superhero that everyone loves?

As for the question of betrayal, he believes in Melina's cranial nerve control technology.

What's more, his existence itself is the biggest insurance.

Any betrayer will have to bear the wrath of the motherland, and then it will not be a matter of breaking one or two arms.

"It's time for the game to end."