Chapter 44 Tony: Are You Coming Home Tonight?

"I came at the wrong time, doesn't it seem?" She pointed to the door to the two people who were looking at her at the same time.

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

"Crack!"

When Dreykov saw Natasha, he became furious and cursed.

But just in the middle of his words, he was slapped on the back of the head by Leon, and his whole head hit the table, and his brains spurted out.

"This guy talks so much that it's really unbearable, but he also looks like a beast in clothes, which makes people want to slap him."

Leon reached out and wiped the splattered blood on Dreykov's clothes.

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

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

"But how did you do it? It's the pheromones he just mentioned."

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

Leon grabbed Dreykov by the collar and threw him to the ground. His eyes shot out heat rays, which instantly burned the mastermind behind the scene to ashes.

"The abnormal pheromone can't exist in my body for even a second, so how can it affect me?" Leon patted the non-existent dust on his hands, "This guy will have all kinds of whims."

Unless it is mental or magical control.

Otherwise, do you want to control the Kryptonians who have been basking in the sun for more than half a year?

This level is still far from enough.

Natasha looked at her former boss who was turning into ashes on the ground, and opened her mouth slightly.

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

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

"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 conditions."

"Natasha, do you know that your current tone is like a thirty-year-old working woman who goes to the 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 control panel embedded in it.

Leon walked to the table and tried operations on the panel.

"If you want to repay me, just ask the widows to come over and work for me."

"But the first step is to lift the controls that widows around the world are experiencing."

"I'm happy to oblige." Natasha came to Leon's side and watched his movements.

"Then let me go first to see how the widows in the aircraft carrier are doing."

"It's up to you to crack the system and find lists of widows from all over the world, okay?"

"It's very simple." After Leon finished speaking, a red interface suddenly popped up on the screen, prompting that palmprint recognition was required to unlock.

"Palmprint recognition?"

Leon tried several times but couldn't crack it.

"...It seemed like I was a little impulsive just now. Dreykov should wait until he dies."

He turned to take out his mobile phone: "But I still have Jarvis, he can figure out this system."

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

"Master Lyon, Mr. Stark asked me to ask you if you will go home tonight?" Jarvis's first sentence was explosive.

A black line drooped on Leon's face: "If you don't reply, tell him not to mess around while I'm not at home, or I'll ask Pepper to urge him to go to work tomorrow."

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

Jarvis's voice paused and then said: "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 deceived by bad people."

Leon slapped himself in the face: "Let him take care of himself first. He is a childish old man who still thinks that I am a child all day long. Please, I was more mature than him when I was three years old."

"Pfft~cough..." Natasha on the side couldn't help laughing.

Leon cast a death gaze, and Natasha tucked her red hair behind her ears and averted her eyes.

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

He turned around and prepared for Jarvis to start cracking the Red Room system.

But suddenly there was a warm touch on the side of his face, and it was gone as soon as he touched it.

Looking after him, Natasha turned her back to him and retreated to the door, waving her hand: "To be honest, I just need to know a naive Stark."

After Natasha finished speaking, she ran and disappeared around the corner outside the door.

Leon was stunned for a moment: "Another childish ghost?"

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

"Congratulations to me?" Leon was confused.

"Congratulations on finding your fourth girlfriend."

Jarvis said.

"Your first three girlfriends only lasted for half a month before they broke up with you because they got checks written by Mr. Stark."

"I hope you have a lasting relationship this time."

Leon's memories were brought back.

He closed his eyes in anger: "That's not because Tony always thinks that I will be deceived for love and money, and he says that emotions should stay in the body!"

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

"Farke, he is killing my youth!"

"But it turns out that those girls are really here for your money." Jarvis supported Tony this time.

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

Leon curled his lips: "Every time it's a check of one million US dollars, whoever comes in exchange for it will score."

"So are you going to stop Mr. Stark from paying your breakup fee this time?"

"No, because Natasha and I can never be together."

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

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

Leon shook his head: "This is different."

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

"She has lived in a tragic environment since she was a child."

"Her adoptive parents are undercover agents acting as husband and wife. The so-called family relationship is just a castle in the air."

"And when that pretended family was broken up, she was sent to the Red Room for training and transformation."

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

"She is like a duckweed floating in the sea with no fixed place."

"What this duckweed lacks most is a tidal flat for her to stop and take root."

"It's better to have other duckweeds on the beach. Everyone may be swaying, but it's still lively."

"The tidal flat is actually a place of belonging. It is not a person, but a family with brothers and sisters."

"So Natasha doesn't need a lover, she needs a place that can give her a sense of belonging."

"We won't be together."

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

Of course Natasha has people she likes and good friends.

But she will keep an appropriate distance from everyone.

That feeling of alienation was her disguise to protect herself.

It is also what she relies on to maintain relationships.

Boom!

Suddenly there was the sound of an object falling to the ground outside the house, followed by the sound of messy footsteps getting further away.

Apparently Natasha's thoughts were revealed and she left in a panic.

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

"I know." Leon nodded.

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

"My Jarvis! Only Tony would do the kind of thing you said. I only admire Natasha."

"So you don't plan to be 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 the logical analysis of Mr. Stark's behavior, all the thoughts you talk about at night will turn into an exercise in making noise."

"That's the logic."

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