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

"Let's stop chatting here, Jarvis, and hack into this host now to unlock the system blockade." Lyon ordered.

"Okay, Master Leon."

Jarvis' program successfully invaded the Red House host.

The bright red password box on the big screen was suddenly covered by a waterfall of blue code.

Characters of 0 and 1 jumped rapidly on the screen.

In the mainframe of the Red House, Jarvis can play an unprecedentedly powerful role.

It even sighed: "Master Leon, I feel as free here as if I were in the sea. Their host system performance is very superior!"

"Then you can enjoy yourself more. I plan to give this fortress to Tony. You can stay here permanently."

Lyon stared at the screen, waiting for the results of Jarvis' operation.

More than ten minutes later.

Suddenly, a light flashed on the screen, and the system blockade was successfully lifted.

Folders pop up one after another, arranged in order of confidentiality level from low-security files to high-authority confidential documents.

Leon smiled with satisfaction.

"Jarvis, search for the key data in this system and retrieve the information of all the Red House Widow agents." Leon issued a new order.

Jarvis responded quickly and began scanning and analyzing large amounts of data in the system.

After a moment, it made a beep.

"Master Leon, all the corresponding information has been found for you." Jarvis reported.

A file opened on the big screen.

Densely packed profile pictures suddenly filled the screen, and continued to slide downwards, revealing more portraits.

"There are at least three hundred widows... Mark their locations on a world map."

The screen flashed and a world map popped up, with avatars marked all over the world.

From London and Paris in Northern Europe to Cape Town and Johannesburg in South Africa.

From the holy city of faith, Jerusalem, to the "free and open" cities of Chicago and New York.

More than three hundred Widow agents are scattered across various nodes around the world.

Some are in high positions with great power, some are good at manipulating others, and some hide among the vendors as a hidden sharp knife.

The Red House controls the world by controlling these widow agents.

"Jarvis, send a copy of the list and detailed information to Natasha, then transfer $100 million from my name to her so that she can establish a new organization center in New York."

Leon's eyes became focused.

"Master Leon, perhaps you can inform Miss Natasha directly of the arrangements. They are coming to see you," Jarvis said.

"Them? Natasha is coming with the widows?"

Leon looked towards the door, his ears moved slightly, and he heard a burst of dense footsteps.

Those were silent steps that were exerted with special skills, and the widows had already turned this skill into a habit.

"Wow, what did I just hear? A man wants to spend 100 million dollars on you! Natasha, how did you do that? Did you take off your clothes? Teach me how to get someone to give me so much money. We're going to need money in the future, right?"

The first person to come in was Natasha, followed by a girl who was mumbling something to her in Russian.

The girl would never have guessed that Leon not only knew Russian, but could also hear her hushed whispers.

Natasha rolled her eyes, ignored the girl behind her, and walked straight to Leon.

Behind her were more than forty widow agents.

Under their blond, black, and red hair, their blue, dark, and even purple eyes all looked at Leon in his uniform.

There was still confusion and grief on their faces, but their eyes were filled with gratitude and admiration for Leon.

It can be seen that Natasha should have already told them the general situation.

"I brought everyone here."

Natasha moved aside to make room, her expression normal, as if she had not heard Leon's analysis of her before.

"They are all willing to join your...organization or company and serve you."

Leon glanced at Natasha and the girl behind her for a few more times: "I can see that you encountered considerable difficulties in the process of persuasion."

Natasha sighed: "This is my sister, Yelena."

She pulled the girl behind her and said, "She attacked me as soon as she woke up. She's just an impulsive child."

Natasha and Yelena both had bruises on their faces, one had a bruised forehead and the other had a torn mouth corner.

"That was not an impulse, it was a punishment for you as a traitor! It was your defection that forced us to be subjected to stricter control!"

Yelena has short golden hair, looks neat and tidy, and her face still has a childish look, seeming to be younger than Leon.

She first refuted Natasha's slander, and then stood at attention facing Leon.

"Thank you for saving us, Mr. Superman. We are willing to follow your orders."

Leon smiled when he heard this and was about to say a few words to win people's hearts.

As a result, Yelena immediately turned sideways and said to Natasha in Russian: "My God, his chest muscles are so beautiful, they feel bigger than mine. Have you touched them? It's a waste that such a handsome man was seduced by you."

Natasha and Leon's faces both turned dark.

Without waiting for Natasha to deal with her rebellious little sister.

Leon took the first step and gave a recruitment introduction in Russian to all the Widow agents present.

"Everyone, I won't introduce myself any more."

"Superman, Stark, I'm sure you are familiar with these two identities."

"First of all, I want to make it clear that although I helped Natasha destroy the Red House, part of my purpose was to gain your power."

"But this is not a mandatory requirement. After all, you have suffered enough."

"If you don't want to join, you can leave later, either returning to your ordinary life or using your skills to work hard!"

“And those who are willing to join, stay.”

"I will let Natasha set up an open company or organization in New York, and then you can all give full play to your talents."

"That's all I have to say."

"Those who don't want to join can leave after helping to clean up the bodies on the fortress. I'll let Natasha take you there."

“By the way, I’ll also have Jarvis send you your family of origin information.” Leon waved at the big screen, “Jarvis!”

"Okay, Master, all the information has been sent."

Jarvis was very efficient, and all the Widow agents' communication devices on the scene received the information.

The Widow agents looked at each other, but did not immediately check their own backgrounds.

For these girls who were sent to the Red House at a young age, family is a very distant topic.

This word, which should have been warm, sounded so strange in their ears, not much different from a bakery they happened to come across on the roadside.

It can even be said that they are extremely unfamiliar and fearful about being able to make their own decisions about the future.

In more than ten years of their career in the Red House, they have never truly made a choice for themselves.

Because every detail of their lives had already been planned by the Red House, even the way they died.

Now, faced with the two options provided by Lyon, they were flattered and secretly excited at the same time.

The girls did not communicate. After a brief silence, they all came forward and surrounded Leon.

"We are willing to follow your orders, sir."

The uneven words neatly express the same meaning.

Lyon's tall figure stands out among the crowd of people in black uniforms.

He looked around, his eyes passed over the tense little faces and a smile appeared on his face.

"Then you are welcome to join us."

He opened his arms and said, "In the future, we will definitely accomplish many great deeds together that will be admired by the world. You will never regret your decision today."

"Now, your first task is to clean up the sky fortress and deal with all the bodies."

"After that, I will let Natasha go with you to relieve other Widow agents around the world."

He held out his hand, and the widows all placed their hands on it, each girl's eyes sparkling.