A new mission for the beauties

"How about Mountain King?"

"Brother-in-law, you're just humoring me. That sounds awful. I don't want it."

"Then take your time thinking of something."

To support Yelena's so-called "reign," Apocalypse had to make an appearance before the two or three hundred beautiful women.

Dreykov had gathered these women from all over the world when they were very young. After a brutal process of elimination, they had emerged as the best of the best.

In both ability and beauty, they were one in ten thousand.

But with hundreds of them standing in neat rows before him, Apocalypse actually had trouble telling their faces apart.

It was like having hundreds of flowers competing in splendor before his eyes. All he saw was a riot of colors, with no way to distinguish which stood above the others.

"Ahem. Now that General Dreykov is dead, you're under my command. From now on, Natasha and Yelena will lead you. Does anyone object?"

"No objections!"

"Good. Your organizational structure will remain unchanged for now. Yelena and Natasha will assign your specific missions."

Feeling hundreds of burning gazes on him, Apocalypse grew a little uncomfortable.

The Widows looked at him as though he were their greatest prey—or perhaps the ultimate goal of their lives.

Without Black Widow's successful example, none of these hundreds of beauties would have dared imagine becoming the Apocalypse King's woman.

Yet Black Widow, who had come from the same Red Room as them, had become the Apocalypse King's lawful wife.

His wife!

Not some plaything dependent on the rich and powerful.

That shocked them even more, and gave them even greater hopes.

Even Yelena, her younger sister with no blood relation, had risen along with her and become their leader.

The greatest skill the Widows had learned in training was not fighting and killing,