Speaking of the Black Widow, one could not avoid the Black Widow Program, launched by the former Soviet Union's Red Room during the Cold War to train female assassins.
The graduation ceremony required trainees to personally "dispose of" the male partners they had trained alongside, imitating the habits of spiders.
Only after completing the Partner-Slaying Ritual could they earn the glorious codename of Black Widow.
The program had produced twenty-eight officially recognized Black Widows, the certified kind.
Natasha was Number Twenty-Four.
She was famous for being beautiful and deadly, but now she felt as though she had lost.
"Hmph~"
That left Natasha mildly displeased.
Her competitive spirit immediately flared up.
She began planning to find an opportunity to use her seductive skills on Destiny and show him what professionalism looked like.
Outside.
Following the navigation coordinates, Quill successfully found the place.
It was more or less where he had guessed the Star Core would be stored.
This was not a bustling downtown area, but a concealed underground entrance.
It was worth mentioning that when Quill had flown from the Arctic toward New York—
He had caused no small amount of panic along the way.
Countries along his route activated wartime air force responses one after another.
Most of them sent fighter jets to warn and intercept him, while some even launched missiles in an attempt to shoot down Quill's ship.
Already accustomed to such scenes, Quill was not afraid in the slightest.
After all, Earth's current weapons systems were far behind those of other planets.
For the Milano, a ship packed with every kind of interstellar technology, attacks on this scale were simply laughable.
The fighter jets trying to intercept him were equally naive.
After a series of twists and evasive maneuvers, the missiles collided with one another and exploded,