Superman in Marvel: Practicing Devouring Techniques, Unrivaled in the Universe

"What idea?" Natasha was stunned.

Leon began to pack up the items on the workbench, preparing to make a batch of inhibitors.

"I'll help you solve the Red House problem, and you can bring your companions to change jobs and serve me, how about that?"

No one can refuse a group of female agents with extraordinary skills who can fly planes and cook in the kitchen, serving them all over the world.

"I can get the services of a group of top agents, you can destroy the Red House, and the other widows can break free from control and find new owners. It's a win-win situation for all three parties!"

As for the win-win situation mentioned at the beginning, Lyon not only achieved the goal of destroying the Red House, but also gained a group of subordinates. He won twice.

"What do you think of my proposal?"

While talking casually, Leon's hands kept moving.

His hands left afterimages on the workbench, but each operation was extremely precise, and the ratio of every milliliter of reagent was perfect.

Natasha was watching in amazement: "How are you going to solve the problem of the red house?"

Do not know why.

She had no doubt about what Leon said.

I sincerely feel that as long as the other party is willing.

It would definitely destroy the red house that frightened her.

"So you agree?" Leon asked without turning his head.

Natasha was silent for a few seconds: "I agree. After destroying the Red House, I will cooperate with you to persuade other widows to join."

"But I can't guarantee that they will agree. As for me, I am yours now."

Natasha's decisiveness made Leon stop what he was doing.

"Are you serious?" He turned back in surprise, "You didn't even ask me what I want you to do?"

What is this inexplicable trust?

Generally speaking, shouldn't we make some rules with him after careful consideration so that he cannot order the widows to do anything immoral?

Leon had to admit that Natasha had a good sense of proportion.

Natasha shook her head: "Believe me, as long as you can destroy the Red House, they will be willing to do anything for you."

"What about you?" Leon asked.

"I said from the beginning that I owe you a life." Natasha put her hands on the table, moved closer to Leon and looked into his eyes.

"I will do whatever you ask me to do. If I can't do it, I will have to give my life back to you." Her breath sprayed on Leon's face.

Natasha's eyes are as charming as silk, and she really grasps the man's desire to conquer.

What she meant was that she would not do anything against her will.

But when she said it, it was euphemistically transformed into: if she couldn't do it, she would pay with her life.

Even Leon would be moved if he heard such words of complete entrustment of life.

However, this is obviously an exception this time.

"Oh! The smell on you! Don't get so close! I wanted to tell you before that you can use the bathroom in my room upstairs as you like. Now go and wash yourself first!" Leon pinched his nose and quickly moved away from Natasha with a look of disgust on his face.

Although some of the super sense of smell was suppressed.

But when he got closer, the faint sewer smell on Natasha still made him feel quite uncomfortable.

"My, my smell!?" Natasha had a dazed look on her face, as if struck by lightning.

Leon didn’t explain and directly ordered Daidai to send the guest away: “Daidai, push her out and don’t let her come in before she is cleaned. Anyway, it’s useless for her to stay here while I make the inhibitor!”

Daidai obediently rolled the pulley under his feet, used the mechanical arm to support Natasha's back, and pushed her out.

Natasha was still in a trance until she walked into the bathroom in Leon's room.

It was the first time that she was criticized for being too smelly when she was using her charm.

"Do I really stink?" She raised her hand and sniffed her armpit. "No... the chemical deodorant has obviously covered up the smell of the sewer."

Natasha took off her combat uniform doubtfully and clicked the electronic screen on the wall to release hot water.

“Well, I haven’t taken such a hot bath in a long time, it’s so comfortable… Could it be that Leon actually cares about me?”

Her red lips curled up into a smile: "So he is still a proud little brother... after all, he is only about seventeen or eighteen years old."

…………

"It looks like you're ready? That's great. I have enough inhibitors ready."

An hour and a half later, Natasha and Leon met in the living room.

At this time, the huge sun had already set below the sea level. The living room of Stark's mansion was filled with orange, and the shadows of all the furniture were stretched very long.

Natasha was still wearing the same black combat uniform.

However, after she took a shower and washed and dried her combat suit using a smart washing machine.

Leon was finally able to face her image.

——Natasha is not tall, but her figure is at its peak. She is well-proportioned, with a curvy figure and full of feminine charm.

However, what is most attractive is her temperament and her amber eyes.

Every look in those eyes seemed to contain thousands of words, telling of myriad emotions.

Leon thought as he looked into her eyes.

No wonder Natasha never wears a mask when she goes on missions.

Her eyes are so recognizable.

Even if you cover your whole body tightly.

But anyone who saw her would know it was her when they saw those eyes.

"We're ready. So what's our plan? Why do you sound like we're going to attack the Red House right away?"

Natasha looked at Leon and said, "And why are you wearing a windbreaker? Is your iron armor hidden inside?"

"Wait, am I right?"

As Tony Stark's younger brother, it is not surprising that Leon has an Iron Man armor named Natasha.

"You are wearing armor. Are you ready to take me to overthrow the Red House right now?"

Natasha asked a series of questions.

She was a little excited and a little hesitant at this moment.

In the Red House’s evaluation system, the most valuable thing about Iron Armor is actually the technology above.

As for the armor itself, it has at most the combat power of a flying formation.

What the Red House lacks the least is flying formations.

"Should we make a plan first?" Natasha wanted to persuade Leon to calm down.

Li Ang shook his head and put the box containing the inhibitor on the ground.

"Plan? The plan is to find the Red House and kill all the members of the organization."

He pulled the collar of his windbreaker with both hands: "But you just guessed part of it right."

"I do intend to take you directly to the Red House."

"But I'm not going there in an iron suit."

After saying that, Leon pulled with both hands, ripped open the collar and threw the windbreaker onto the sofa.

"Not wearing an iron armor? It's not that I don't trust you, Leon, but maybe you don't know much about the Red House. I think we can...wtf!!"

Natasha hesitated and wanted to persuade him again.

The next moment, she saw Leon rip open his collar, revealing the S-shaped logo on his chest, and she immediately broke down and cursed.

"You are Superman!?"

Natasha was surprised and happy, as if a big cake had suddenly fallen from the sky and covered her face with cream.

"Are you really Superman?"

She was not quite sure when asking the question again, but her eyes were already full of rich spirit, as beautiful as crystal.

"of course."

Leon opened his hands, and Natasha immediately stepped forward and pressed his chest muscles, then touched every hard muscle.

"Oh my god, it feels just like an ancient Greek sculpture!"

She couldn't help but exclaim, "No wonder you are so strong, no wonder your chest muscles are so beautiful!"

"So you are Superman!"

Natasha no longer felt any pressure.

She suddenly felt very happy, like a little girl entering Disneyland for the first time.

Leon was the big, squishy Mickey Mouse figure in her hands.

This is Superman!

As the Red House's top agent, how could Natasha not know about this internet celebrity who has become famous all over the world in recent days.

Even superpowers have to be concerned about his power, so it is easy for him to deal with the tiny red house.

At this moment, Natasha felt that it was a great decision for her to invade Stark's mansion today.

"Ahem, stop touching me now. Are you ready? If you are, we'll set off!" Leon interrupted Natasha's aggressive actions with a light cough.

Natasha reluctantly withdrew her hand and nodded seriously: "Let's go!"

At this time, the orange evening sunlight shines in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The sun shines on Leon.

Extending his shadow to the farthest wall of the room.

Natasha stood in the shadow, and in her eyes, Leon seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light.