Passed on the First Try

Outside the training room!

Natasha followed Russell dejectedly, looking as if she had just stepped out of a horror movie set, covered in blood and looking like she had been tortured by a serial killer.

In a two-hour friendly sparring match, Natasha utterly humiliated Jason, racking up more kills than she had in her entire life. However, it was all for naught; she couldn't completely kill Jason, and after two hours, her mentality collapsed, and she surrendered.

Natasha thought that with Superman powers she would dominate the world and become a legend, but she couldn't even conquer a single base, let alone rank in the top three.

"What was I thinking back then? Why did I think that infiltrating this base wasn't very risky?"

Natasha sighed, realizing she was too young back then, and also lamented her bleak future. In just two short hours, she proved to her new boss how excellent her colleagues were.

Natasha's intelligence is directly proportional to her bust size. She knows what Bucky's codename 'Winter Soldier -0' means. The boss has mastered the advanced Super-Soldier Serum enhancement technology, and there will be 'Winter Soldier -1', 'Winter Soldier -2', 'Winter Soldier -N' in the future. On a separate line on her arm, she can write 'Winter Soldier -99999'.

She can't even beat the boss's pet cat right now. Once so many Winter Soldiers are born, there won't be a place for her in the base. If she doesn't find a way to get into the boss's bed and make the first move to gain his trust in the early stages, she'll likely be relegated to sweeping, washing dishes, and cleaning toilets once there are more people.

Natasha's thinking wasn't without reason. Russell had expressed great interest in the Red Room, where there were plenty of busty, long-legged bitches prettier than her. She had to consolidate her position as soon as possible; otherwise, who knew who would be lying in her bed?

Since you're going to sleep anyway, why not sleep with me?

Women are born with a lack of security, and this is especially true for a profession like secret agent where life is like walking on thin ice. The combination of these two factors means that female secret agents live in constant fear.

Natasha was still lost in thought when Russell took her into the disinfection room to clean her up. Before she could even rejoice at how convenient the opportunity had come, Russell took her to his office.

"Tell us everything you know about the Soviet Union's intelligence gathering efforts against Hydra."

When the topic of work came up, Natasha immediately put aside her distractions and focused on reporting the intelligence she knew, "The Soviet army shot down a German transport plane during a mission. When cleaning up the wreckage, they found Hydra symbols. After checking them one by one, they confirmed that Hydra had entered the country and was lurking in the mountainous region of Eastern Siberia."

"That's why intelligence activities have been so frequent lately. Do you know that Schmidt is in Siberia?" Russell frowned; this was not the situation he wanted to see.

Natasha nodded. "There has been such speculation, but there is no direct evidence to suggest it was him."

Russell thought for a moment and said, "Very good. Go back and continue your mission. If the Soviet Union confirm Schmidt's location, immediately relay the intelligence to me."

As a top agent of the Red Room, Natasha cannot disappear during a mission, as this would attract more attention and even lead to a military operation. Furthermore, Russell also wants Natasha to send back false intelligence, suggesting that her base has no Hydra activity and is not worth investigating.

"I understand, Boss!" Natasha understood instantly. It was just a double agent; she had been mentally prepared for it since graduation.

"Also, I hope you can find Schmidt's hiding place yourself, rather than simply relaying Soviet Union intelligence."

Natasha nodded solemnly. This was Russell's first task for her, and also a test, concerning her standing in Russell's heart. She had to complete it perfectly.

"You're an excellent agent, you shouldn't need me to teach you how to do this..." Russell stroked the cat and grinned mischievously, "Find Schmidt's base, and then die in the line of duty there, you get what I mean?"

Natasha frowned. "Boss, in that case, the Soviet Union will definitely take action, which will be detrimental to your covert operations. Moreover, if I die in the line of duty, I will no longer be able to provide you with intelligence from the Soviet Union."

"I know, but this isn't my target." Russell pointed to the sky. "My target is over there!"

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Natasha quietly left to carry out the mission Russell had given her. The next day, the number of agents operating in nearby cities decreased significantly, and the base resumed its normal operations.

Extracting the Super Soldier Serum requires a large amount of drugs. Hydra has a medical company in Europe that specializes in this. Now that transportation has returned to normal, the drugs can be delivered to the base, and serum production can continue.

More than creating more Winter Soldier, Russell was concerned about how to Enslavement Bucky. After another half month of work, he was bleeding profusely, but Bucky was still stubborn and unyielding, leading Russell to suspect that the guy had developed antibodies.

"Sir, urgent intelligence! We've located Schmidt." The messenger pushed open the prison door and handed Russell a confidential document.

Russell skimmed through the information, which Natasha relayed back to base, confirming the discovery of Schmidt himself. The location of the hidden base was extremely subtle, less than 200 kilometers from Russell's base—very close indeed.

"Have Natasha stay put and closely monitor Schmidt's movements. Report back any unusual activity within the base." Russell narrowed his eyes, looking towards the hidden base. "Also, leak the intelligence to the America SSR as soon as possible, and let Schmidt's old rival, Steve, deal with him."

"Steve ..."

Bucky, chained in his shackles, heard Steve's name and began to mutter to himself, which caught Russell's attention. Russell waved for the messenger to hurry up and relay the order.

Since the experiment ended Bucky began to Enslavement, Russell had never mentioned Steve in front of him, fearing it would cause a backlash and make Enslavement more difficult. But now it seemed worth a try; conventional methods had always failed, so trying couldn't hurt. Who knows, maybe something magical would happen!

With a "what the hell" attitude, Russell once again tried to Enslavement Bucky. If that didn't work, he would print out a newspaper about Steve's death and wait for Bucky to break down before taking advantage of his vulnerability.

Inspiration is something that, once it strikes, will flow endlessly!

Bucky, do you remember Steve?

Bucky lifted his drowsy head, his bewildered eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and thought, and nodded with difficulty.

"Steve is engaged. You know her, it's Agent Carter. They'll get married after the war ends."

"Steve ..." Bucky's dazed face turned extremely painful, whether from hearing the bad news of his best friend's wedding or from the backlash of hypnosis on his brain.

Bucky's emotional shift was extremely obvious, something Russell had previously tried so hard to avoid. This time, he was prepared to do the opposite. "Do you want to see Steve again? If you do, don't resist. I can let you attend the wedding..."

"Steve..."

Russell leaned close to Bucky and whispered, "Don't tense up, relax. I'll take you to see him!"

The chanting, the blood-dripping, the contract—all were performed smoothly and quickly, and Bucky did not resist; on the contrary, he cooperated fully.

Russell: "..."

How obsessed are you with Steve?

The Enslavement ended, Russell removed the hypnotic commands and unlocked Bucky's shackles. The latter suddenly stood up from the iron chair, his medium-length hair covering half his face, through which a pair of fierce eyes could be vaguely seen.

"Sir!" Bucky said through gritted teeth, Bucky tone unfriendly, but like Natasha, he had to put up with it.

"Sergeant, would you like to see Steve?" With his sharp edges, Russell was never polite to his unruly subordinates.

"Yes, sir."

"Sergeant, watch your attitude. What did you just say? Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."

Bucky's face was ashen, but he stood at attention, head held high. "Yes, sir!"

Russell picked at his ear. "Not bad, quite energetic."

In a small, sparsely populated, and chaotic town on the eastern border of Siberia, filled with exiles, Schmidt's hideout was located.

Following the location Natasha left behind, Russell brought Bucky to the town and found Natasha at an inn. It was the town's only inn, and Natasha was wearing a cloak, posing as the obese middle-aged innkeeper.

The art style was a bit jarring, and Russell didn't dare look at it for long, cutting straight to the point. "Has the message been sent out?"

"Yes, I reported to my superiors that there were suspected Hydra activities, and then contact was cut off. I haven't sent any other information since." Natasha tore off the fake skin on her face and took off her cumbersome clothes, revealing a black bodysuit underneath.

As she spoke, she subtly glanced at Bucky, noticing that he seemed Tai Yi from before.

Where is Schmidt?

Natasha took out a simple hand-drawn map and pointed to the concentration camp marked with an asterisk. "Right here, the troops stationed there have been infiltrated, they're all Hydra agents."