Black Widows Come to the Rescue

The night was deep, with a full moon hanging high.

Women agents, all clad in black, form-fitting suits, moved through the fallen city.

They were like phantoms in the night, silently eliminating sentries and guards as they stealthily approached the prison holding their target.

One after another, Skull Division soldiers fell to various methods before they could even react.

They were secret agents of the Soviet Union, collectively known as the Black Widows.

Brought into the Red Room from a young age, they underwent rigorous training specifically for infiltration, rescue, and assassination missions.

Inside the prison cells, numerous scientists were asleep.

After all, sleeping was a way to forget hunger.

Clang!

A specially made smoke bomb was thrown in, releasing a faint mist.

The special gas entered their nostrils, instantly waking everyone up.

Through the moonlight shining through the ventilation window, they saw two Black Widows watching them from outside the iron bars.

"Don't speak, we are Soviet agents sent to rescue you."

One of the Black Widows explained, "The gas just now is a special stimulant that can temporarily boost potential. Remember to follow our instructions throughout."

The scientists nodded in unison, their faces filled with excitement.

Escaping to the Soviet Union was undoubtedly the best option.

The lock was easily opened, and the Black Widows took a headcount.

When they reached Allen, one of them questioned, "Who are you?"

"He's an idiot, persecuted by the Axis powers. Don't ask," a scientist prompted.

"I am Agent Durex Dupont, codename 008."

Allen formed a gun shape with his right hand, exuding an air of overconfidence.

"Alright, let's go together."

Saving one more or one less made no difference to the Black Widows.

As for identity verification, professional personnel would handle it upon their return to the Soviet Union.

Anyone imprisoned together was a scientist, and thus a treasure to the Soviet Union. Even if they seemed mentally unstable, they might develop something remarkable.

The Black Widows had a detailed plan for their mission.

The escape route had been clearly arranged.

Along the way, Black Widows hidden in the shadows converged, entering a civilian house under the cover of night.

Lifting the carpet and pulling up a wooden door revealed a tunnel that had already been dug.

Allen asked the Black Widow beside him, "What are the requirements to become a Black Widow?"

"It's impossible for you."

The Black Widow glanced at him dismissively.

"Why?" Allen pouted stubbornly.

"Black Widows recruit women."

"How can you assume my gender? Are you discriminating against me?"

Allen asked sincerely, "Is it too late for me to have surgery now?"

The other agent stopped, sized him up, and continued walking.

But who was Allen? How could he miss a chance to chat? He put on a mysterious air, "I actually know one of your Black Widows."

"Don't believe me, her personal conduct is questionable."

"She's dated so many guys, like Captain America, Winter Soldier, Hulk, Hawkeye, Iron Man. There are too many to count. You shouldn't be like her."

Allen chuckled mischievously, "There's a saying online, 'Hulk's slight smile, Black Widow's life or death uncertain.'"

"Her name is Natasha, you know her, right?"

At this moment, the Black Widow turned and stared at him, her voice icy, "I am Natasha."

"..."

The atmosphere instantly froze. Allen's expression stiffened for a few seconds before he awkwardly said, "Stop joking. Her hair is red, yours is blonde."

"I dyed it."

Natasha's explanation was flawless.

For the first time, Allen felt defeated, but he forced himself to remain calm. "I was talking nonsense just now because I was feeling unwell. Do you believe me?"

"I don't believe you."

"You're being so mean. I don't want to play with you anymore."

Allen felt deeply frustrated.

They emerged from the tunnel outside the city, where off-road motorcycles had been hidden in the woods beforehand.

With Black Widow escorting a scientist, Allen looked awkwardly at Natasha, as everyone else had already left.

Natasha said coolly, "Get on."

Allen straddled the back seat, placing his hands on her hips, and said happily, "I knew you wouldn't be mad at me, sis."

Twisting the throttle, the motorcycle sped along the muddy road.

"Sis, the pelvis I'm holding has a special name: the 'love grip'."

"Sis, you look better with red hair; it's so sexy."

"Sis, are you pretending to be cool by not talking?"

"Sis, are you not talking because you have something on your mind?"

"Sis, I used to be a half-immortal, specializing in fortune-telling. Let me tell your fortune."

"Sis, your fate is quite strong, with abundant romance in your later years."

"Sis, am I accurate? Are you very happy?"

"Sis, I have a secret..."

Bang!

The motorcycle crashed directly into a tree.

Allen and Natasha were thrown clear, rolling several times on the ground.

"How did you drive this thing? Do you even have a license?"

Allen spat out a mouthful of dirt and was about to unleash his incessant chatter when he felt a cold sensation on his forehead.

Natasha pointed a gun at him, warning, "Shut up, or I'll blow your head off."

"I, Yan Shuangying, bet you don't have any bullets in that gun," Allen said calmly.

Bang, bang, bang...

Three deafening gunshots rang out, but Allen remained unfazed.

"Let's go, get on."

Natasha walked towards the motorcycle, preparing to help it up and continue their journey.

"What did you say? I can't hear you."

The ringing in Allen's ears persisted, and he added, "I knew you wouldn't dare kill me, sis."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Several long whistles sounded as flares shot into the sky, illuminating the dim wilderness with a crimson hue.

In the distance, the roar of vehicles could be heard. The Skull Division must have discovered the scientist's escape.

Natasha anxiously pulled Allen onto the motorcycle, rushing towards the rendezvous point.

"Sis, were those three shots a declaration of your ownership over me?" Allen leaned shyly against Natasha's shoulder and said, "A domineering female agent pursuing a young man, three shots proclaiming to the world that we'll be together for three lifetimes."

Vroom, vroom, vroom...

Natasha aggressively twisted the throttle, trying to drown out Allen's voice with the engine's roar.

But the problem was that Allen had tinnitus now and couldn't hear the roaring engine, so he continued his incessant chatter.

Veins bulged on Natasha's forehead. If it weren't for the mission, she would have loved to solve the annoying guy with a single shot.

Upon reaching the designated location, a speedboat was parked by the river. The rest of the journey would be by water to the Soviet Union.

The others had already set off in other speedboats.

After Natasha and Allen had driven their speedboat a certain distance, the Skull Division soldiers reached the shore and angrily fired at them.

Unfortunately, they were out of effective range.

"No need to see me off, I'm leaving."

Allen waved at the people on the shore.

Dr. Zola, who was commanding the army, raised his hand to signal a halt to the attack and said with satisfaction, "The first step was completed very smoothly. I hope they can pass the review."

Among the scientists, there were naturally spies from Hydra.

They had always been willing to spend money, inducing Black Widows to rescue them, not even hesitating to sacrifice numerous soldiers. Truly, those who achieve great things disregard trivial matters.