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Chapter 73 73. Ohio State
Natasha asked back

"Then how did you find me? Ordinary tracking methods can't hide from my eyes."

Yang You waved his sword, and a small sword flew out of Natasha's bag.

"As long as it's not too far away, I can sense it."

Natasha didn't expect that she scanned it with an anti-tracker, but ignored such a thing.

But she was not satisfied with Yang You's previous answer, she said
"You didn't answer my question seriously. What are you looking for with Yelena? Curiosity can't explain your motivation for chasing more than 2000 kilometers."

Natasha is a woman who is trustworthy as a friend, so Yang You took out his phone and showed her a video.

"This is what happened in Monaco two days ago, you have to read it first before talking about it."

The video was shot by a local surveillance camera in Monaco. Although it was cleared after Britz's processing, the angle was still a bit skewed.

In the picture, under the setting sun, a mattress is spread on the roof, and Yelena, who is dressed in black, is lying on it, holding a sniper rifle and aiming at the distance. It seems that she has been guarding for a long time.

But just as she was about to shoot, a school bell rang not far from her.

Attracted by the ringtone, the target person subconsciously turned his head to look out the window, and found the sniper scope reflecting sunlight.

So he quickly climbed down, dropped a smoke bomb in the house and fled.

Yelena threw away the sniper rifle, descended from the roof, and began to intercept the opponent.

The target person was an Asian woman with a suitcase in her hand. While fleeing, she was hit by Yelena who had been waiting to get in place, and was then knocked out by a speeding car.

Yelena drew out her dagger and fought with each other, both of them seemed to be familiar with each other's moves.

Two women with sexy bodies fight together, but they punch to the flesh, full of strength.

The Asian woman seemed to have no interest in fighting, and mostly dodged Yelena's knife, who knew that she didn't want to fight, but Yelena was merciless.

Facing the arm locked by the Asian woman, Yelena half-kneeled on the ground in pain, decisively handed over the knife from her right hand to her left hand, stabbed the Asian woman's abdomen fiercely, and slashed violently.

The way of death was exactly the same as that of the Night King in Game of Thrones, with blood gushing all over the ground, and the woman also fell to the ground.

Yelena stood up, rubbed her sore arm, and walked forward to take away the woman's black box, which was her goal.

Unexpectedly, the Asian woman whose abdomen was cut by her was not dead, she stood up suddenly, pulled out a tube of red medicine, thick and bright red smoke sprayed out from the medicine tube, covering Yelena in it.

As the smoke dissipated, Yelena stood there unscathed, as if remembering something, she knelt beside the Asian woman, trying to help her with a terrified expression.

The Asian woman exhausted her last bit of strength, handed the black suitcase in her hand to Yelena, said something, and then died.

Facing the woman she had killed, Yelena was full of remorse.

She stabbed a knife in the thigh, dug out a tracker from the wound, threw it away, and disappeared into the street with a limp.

Yang You said

"I only found out that the Asian woman who was killed was named Oksana. Yelena seems to have been manipulated by someone, and I suspect that the red smoke is the antidote."

Natasha said vigilantly

"Mind manipulation? Is this your goal? Something that can manipulate people's hearts?"

"It can be said, but my goal is not to manipulate others, but to find the root cause behind this thing."

Natasha said dubiously

"You know, whether it's because of my personal position or the responsibility of S.H.I.E.L.D., I will not sit by and let you manipulate others at will.

If you do that, I will do everything I can to stop you. "

Yang You couldn't help but rolled his eyes
"I do things, do I need to use such a girly method?

Tell me about you, I know you and Yelena are old acquaintances, I want to hear your story. "

"Is this an exchange of information?"

"No, it's a conversation between friends."

Natasha took off her heavy combat boots, found a comfortable position and sat cross-legged, gulped down the beer in the bottle, and began to tell her own story.

Natasha was born in Stalingrad, the city of heroes of the Soviet Union.

She was sent to the Red House for training when she was very young, and the female killers who passed the training were called 'Black Widows'.

In 1995, Natasha and Yelena had been lurking in Ohio with their 'parents' for three full years. They used their identities as family members to carry out espionage work.

And their nominal parents are the senior agents of the Red House, Alexei and Melina.

For 11-year-old Natasha, she already knew exactly what her 'family' was doing at that time.

And Yelena is too young, only 6 years old, she completely thinks that Alexei is her competent father, Melina is her gentle mother, and her sister Natasha loves her very much.

Those three years were the happiest time in Yelena's life.

The same is true for Natasha, but unfortunately she knows in her heart that this happiness is fake, so she cherishes it and is afraid of losing it.

One afternoon, Natasha rode a bicycle, bathed in the golden afterglow of the setting sun, and enjoyed the friendly calls of the children in the neighborhood. The red high-top Converse shoes on her feet reflected her very American lifestyle.

Younger sister Yelena is swinging on the swing.

Seeing her sister coming back, she excitedly ran after her, but accidentally stepped on the ground and scratched her knee.

The mother, Melina, heard the sound, and gently kissed Yelena's knee, praised her as a brave girl, and encouraged her that 'pain will make you stronger'.

Yelena nodded half-understood, but her mother's kiss made her feel good, and her knee didn't seem to hurt so much.

Natasha stood in front of the bushes, attracted by the twinkling fireflies.

Interestingly, the director of the Black Widow movie once directed another work "Girl Luohe".

It tells the war from the perspective of a German officer's daughter during World War II.

In the movie, the German officers prepared to leave as the war retreated. The sparks scattered when they burned the confidential documents before the evacuation were exactly the same as the fireflies that Natasha saw.

Sure enough, at the dinner table, Alexei, who had just got off work, faced the kind calls of his two daughters and said something that made Natasha fear for three whole years.

"Kids, remember? We said that someday, we'd have a fun adventure, and now the adventure is about to begin."

The young Natasha looked terrified.

She knew exactly what this meant. The false happy family life of these three years was finally about to be punctured in reality.

She looked at her mother Melina desperately, hoping to get a different answer from her.

But Melina also had the same sad expression as her, and said softly 'sorry child'.

Young Yelena thought it would be a fun outdoor activity.

She clapped her hands excitedly, and offered to help Alexei pack his things.

she pestered her father and said

"Daddy, are you going now? But I'm still hungry."

While packing his luggage anxiously, Alexey took the time to gently touch her head and said

"Honey, we have to hurry, but I bought you your favorite fruit roll, you can eat it on the way."

Natasha wanted to pick up a photo album, which contained a group photo of their family of four.

Although the photos in it spanning several years were taken by them in an afternoon, it was a good memory after all.

Melina stopped Natasha from doing that.

She knew very well that after going this time, Natasha would return to the red house. At that time, all concerns and emotions would be fatal flaws, and there was only these things she could do for Natasha.

Immediately afterwards, the family of four fled by car. They boarded a small airliner that had been prepared long ago, and faced the pursuit of soldiers, they flew hard all the way to Cuba.

With the posture of returning in triumph, he perfectly completed the spy mission.

(End of this chapter)