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

"It seems like I'm here at the wrong time?" She pointed outside the door to the two people who were looking at her at the same time.

"Natasha! You! You're the one who brought Superman here! You damn bitch..."

"Snapped!"

As soon as Drekov saw Natasha, he became furious and started cursing.

But he had barely finished his curse when Leon slapped him on the back of the head, causing his head to hit the table and his brains to splatter.

"This guy is so talkative that it's unbearable. He also looks like a beast in human clothing. I can't help but want to slap him."

Leon reached out and wiped the splattered blood off Drekov's clothes.

He tilted his head towards Natasha: "You don't mind if I kill him?"

Natasha shrugged nonchalantly: "I wanted to do that a long time ago."

"But how did you do that? It's those pheromones he just mentioned."

She walked towards Leon, "That pheromone can make people unable to attack him. We have all experienced it. Why are you not affected?"

Leon grabbed Drekov by the collar and threw him to the ground. His eyes shot out heat rays, instantly burning the mastermind behind the scenes to ashes.

"Abnormal pheromones can't even exist for a second in my body, how can they affect me?" Leon brushed off the non-existent dust on his hands, "This guy always has wild ideas."

Unless it is mental or magical control.

Otherwise, how can you control the Kryptonians who have been exposed to the sun for more than half a year?

This level is still far away.

Natasha looked at her former boss who had turned into dust on the ground and opened her mouth slightly.

"Heat ray, ha, another amazing new ability."

"I'm almost used to being shocked by the new things you show me."

"Treasure boy, how are you going to scare me next time?"

She laughed silently, "But before that, you can tell me how you want me to repay you. I will agree to any condition."

"Natasha, do you know that your tone right now is like a 30-year-old working woman who goes to a bar after get off work at night to find a handsome male model to relieve her fatigue?"

There is a huge screen in the room.

On the desk opposite the screen, there is a built-in control panel.

Leon walked to the table and tried to operate the panel.

"If you want to repay me, let the widows come and work for me."

"But the first step is to remove the control that widows around the world are under."

"Glad to help." Natasha went to Leon's side and watched his movements.

"Then I'll go check on the widows on the aircraft carrier."

"I'll leave it to you to crack the system and find a list of widows from all over the world, okay?"

"It's very simple." As soon as Leon finished speaking, a red interface suddenly popped up on the screen, prompting that palm print recognition was required to unlock.

"Palm print recognition?"

Lyon tried several times but couldn't crack it.

"...I seem to have been a little impulsive just now. Drekov should wait until later to die."

He pulled out his phone instead: "But I still have Jarvis, he can figure out this system."

Leon connected the phone and the control panel with a data cable, and soon Jarvis' voice appeared on the loudspeaker in the room.

"Master Leon, Mr. Stark asked me to ask you if you will be going home tonight?" Jarvis' first sentence was explosive.

Leon’s face was dark: “No, tell him not to mess around when I’m not at home, or I’ll ask Pepper to urge him to go to work tomorrow.”

"Okay, I'll pass your message on to Mr. Stark."

Jarvis paused and continued, "He asked me to tell you the same thing. If you don't come home at night, remember to take safety measures and be careful not to be cheated by bad people."

Leon slapped himself in the face: “Let him take care of himself first, a childish old ghost, and he thinks I’m a child all day long. Come on, I was more mature than him when I was three years old.”

"Puchi~cough cough..." Natasha on the side couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Leon gave him a death stare, and Natasha tucked her red hair behind her ears and looked away.

"Next time I introduce that childish Tony to you, you will definitely find him extremely boring." Leon curled his lips.

He turned around and prepared to let Jarvis start cracking the Red House system.

But Natasha suddenly poked his cheek with her fingertips, then immediately let go.

Following his gaze, Natasha retreated to the door with her back to him and waved her hand: "To be honest, I only need to know one childish Stark."

Natasha said this and ran, disappearing around the corner outside the door.

Leon was stunned: "Another childish ghost?"

At this time, Jarvis, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said: "Congratulations, Master Lyon."

"Congratulations?" Leon was puzzled.

"Congratulations on finding your fourth girlfriend."

Jarvis said.

"Your first three girlfriends only dated for half a month before breaking up with you because they got a check from Mr. Stark."

“I hope you’ll have a long-lasting relationship this time.”

Leon's memories were brought back.

He closed his eyes in anger: "That's because Tony always thinks I'll be cheated of love and money, and he also said that emotions should just stay on the physical level!"

"Every time I just got a girlfriend and the girls just spent a few nights with me, he would wave the check!"

"Fuck, he's killing my youth!"

"But the fact is that those girls are really after your money." Jarvis supported Tony.

"Mr. Stark just did what Miss Pepper would normally do for him."

Leon curled his lips: "Every time it's a check for one million dollars, whoever comes here will have to break up."

"So you plan to stop Mr. Stark from paying for your breakup this time?"

"No, because it's impossible for Natasha and I to be together."

Leon glanced at the corner where Natasha was still hiding and eavesdropping.

"But your relationship seems to be going well." Jarvis' code couldn't understand complicated emotions.

Leon shook his head: “This is different.”

He explained: "I knew from the beginning that all Natasha needed was a place to belong."

"She has lived in an environment full of tragedy since she was a child."

"Her adoptive parents are undercover agents posing as a married couple, and the so-called family affection is all castles in the air."

"And when the fake family was broken up, she was sent to the Red House for training and transformation."

"The painful training and tormenting career as a killer left her with no sense of identity."

"She is like a duckweed floating in the ocean without a stable place to stay."

"What this duckweed lacks most is actually a mudflat where it can stop and take root."

"It would be best if there were other duckweed on the mudflats. Everyone might be wobbly, but it would be lively and bustling."

"The beach is actually a place of belonging. It's not just one person, but a family with brothers and sisters."

"So Natasha doesn't need a lover, she needs a place where she can feel like she belongs."

"We won't be together."

Lyon, who knew all of Natasha's past and future, knew it very well.

Of course Natasha has her own favorite people and good friends.

But she will keep a proper distance from everyone.

That sense of alienation was her disguise to protect herself.

It is also her support for maintaining relationships.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a sound of something falling outside the house, followed by a series of messy footsteps that gradually faded away.

It was obvious that Natasha's secrets had been revealed, and she left in a panic.

"Master Leon, Miss Natasha was outside just now." Jarvis reminded.

"I know." Leon nodded.

"You know her well. Do you like her but don't dare to get close to her?"

"My JARVIS! Only Tony would do something like what you said. I have nothing but admiration for Natasha."

"So you don't intend to stay with her?"

"My relationship with her can be simpler, for example, we can talk about our concerns together in the dead of night."

"According to Mr. Stark's behavioral logic, all the things we talk about at night will become noise-making activities."

“That’s the logic.”