Kree and Skrulls

After sorting through his belongings, Russell made a phone call to the so-called black market dealer and took Natasha to the dealer's company headquarters on the Kontraxia.

Teptun Interstellar Trade Company!

Located in the heart of the entertainment district, with a front desk receptionist, sales staff, department managers, and support staff, and occupying an independent building, it's hard to imagine that this legitimate company is actually involved in illicit trafficking.

"Mr. Jason, it's a pleasure to serve you. I heard you're planning to buy a large quantity of scarce resources?"

The alien who received Russell was very enthusiastic. He was dressed smartly, had a smile on his face, and had fiery red skin all over his body. It was impossible to tell what race he was. He looked just like a demon from Earth's mythology.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that he is not the company owner, but just a salesman.

"Yes, this is the order I want to place." Russell took a piece of paper from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

The salesman smiled as he unfolded the papers, but his smile faded as he looked at them. "Mr. Jason, are you sure you want this... so much? I don't mean anything by it, I just wanted to confirm with you again, considering the quantity of this order..."

"I've already confirmed the order, the numbers are correct." Russell, with his arm around Natasha's slender waist, wore the arrogant air of a nouveau riche. "If you can't make a decision, you can have your superior talk to me. I'll always say one thing: as long as the goods are fine, money is not a problem!"

Russell had exaggerated the figures on the order, his aim being to meet the company's head. To be honest, he wasn't rich, but he possessed Overlord Aura. Jason, Natasha, and Bucky had all been willing to work for him because of his exceptional charisma, and he believed the company's head would make the same choice.

The salesperson wiped his sweat. "Don't worry, our company has a very good reputation in the industry and is top-notch. We can handle your order, it just will take some time."

"How long will it take?" Russell frowned. A mere salesman dared to make such a decision. This company must be quite something!

"I need to verify before I can give you an accurate deadline."

Russell nodded, then magically produced a test tube containing a piece of grayish metallic ore. "This is an unknown metal that I obtained by chance. It's said to be priceless. Take it to be appraised, and if the price is right, I can sell it to your company."

The metal ore is Vibranium, and aside from the powerful items obtained from the system, it's Russell's most valuable possession.

Vibranium is one of the hardest metals in the Marvel Universe, second only to Adamantium in terms of alloy hardness. Due to its kinetic energy absorption properties, it boasts the highest defensive capabilities.

It's an extremely rare metal, not only on Earth but also in the universe. Russell believed that bringing this thing out would definitely scare the company's head out.

The salesman was unaware that the ore in front of him was Vibranium. After taking it, he asked someone to take it away and began to discuss the specific price of the order with Russell.

A moment later, the door to the room was pushed open, and four bodyguards escorted a man into the room. Upon seeing this man, Natasha and Russell were both taken aback, not because of his unappealing appearance, but because this guy had blond hair and blue eyes, and looked exactly like an Earthling.

"Boss! What brings you here?" The salesperson was taken aback for a moment, then quickly stood up and offered his seat.

"I will personally receive these two distinguished guests. You may leave!" Company boss Teptun waved his hand, dismissing the salesman and his four bodyguards from the room.

"No one is allowed to enter without my order," Teptun whispered, then slammed the door shut and locked it with the keypad.

After doing all that, he put on a businessman's smile and strode over to Russell: "Hello, Mr. Jason, Ms. Pamela! Nice to meet you, I'm Teptun, the person in charge here."

"Hello, President Teptun." The person in charge had arrived. Russell gave Natasha a wink, and she silently stood behind Russell, massaging his shoulders as if giving him a massage.

"Don't call me that, just call me Teptun." Teptun took in Natasha's actions, his expression unchanged as he smiled and said, "Your arrival is quite unexpected. Where are you from?"

Russell casually replied, "A backward little place. What about you?"

"I am Kree, a Kree far from home," Teptun repeated the word Kree.

"The Kree..."

Russell pursed his lips. In the Marvel Universe, the Kree are an alien race with advanced science and technology, and the Kree Empire is recognized as one of the three major empires in the Marvel Universe.

Not all Kree are blue-skinned like Ronan. Many have lighter skin tones, such as pink, and some even look exactly like Earthlings. Teptun is one of these light-skinned Kree.

An eerie silence fell between them. After a long while, Teptun broke the silence. "Mr. Jason, is this your first time on Kontraxia?"

"Yes!"

"The metal you brought is very valuable. If I may ask, I would like to purchase more. Do you have any in stock?" Teptun asked in a low voice.

That's all.

"That's such a shame..." Teptun shook his head, looking slightly disappointed.

Just then, something unexpected happened. The seat under Russell's buttocks suddenly ejected clamps, fixing his hands and chest/abdomen in place.

"Don't move, ma'am."

Teptun abruptly stood up from his seat, pulled out a remote control from his pocket, and sneered, "If I press the button, he will be killed instantly by high voltage. I don't think you'll see that happen."

Although Teptun was speaking to Natasha, he was looking at Russell. His previous observations led him to conclude that Russell's words carried more weight between the two.

"You're saying this is an Electric Chair?" Russell's expression was strange. "Then you're really unlucky. Natasha, grab him, alive."

Teptun frowned, about to say something, when a dark shadow flashed before his eyes, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall.

"Since you're courting death, don't blame me for being ruthless." Teptun grunted, his eyes flashing with malice as he pressed the remote control in his hand.

Crackling sounds!

To Teptun's astonishment, Russell's body crackled with Electric Arc, and the Electric Chair creaked and emitted blue smoke. He was unharmed, but the chair was paralyzed due to overload.

The ejected iron clamp malfunctioned, Russell stood up unharmed. "Teptun, if it's just because of metal, there's no need to kill someone. What do you want?"

"I want your... lives."

Teptun sneered, and two daggers fell from his sleeves. Holding one in each hand, he leaped forward and stabbed at Natasha, who was blocking his way.

Because of the high gravity environment of the Kree homeworld Hala, the Kree are very strong, but this cannot make up for the gap between him and Natasha. After about ten moves, he was overwhelmed by Natasha, and after another ten moves, he was kicked away and fell to the ground.

"So you really are Kree, and you've come for me?"

Teptun got up from the ground, wiped the blood from his mouth, and as he spoke, his appearance began to change. In just one breath, he transformed into Natasha's appearance.

From the face to the clothing, even the smallest details were so lifelike that Natasha almost thought she was looking in a mirror.

"Skrull!"

Russell's eyes widened. The Skrull are a technologically advanced alien race, one of the three great empires in the Marvel Universe, just like the Kree Empire.

The Skrull not only possess advanced technology, but also a unique ability to shapeshift. If they wish, they can transform into the form of any target, and can even imitate the target's superpowers and fighting skills, and even copy their memories, thus earning them the nickname "Skrulls."

Russell suddenly realized the reason for 'Teptun's' unusual behavior.

The Kree and Skrull were constantly at war. The Kree Teptun came to Kontraxia and became a black market merchant. Later, the Skrull attacked him and took over the company in his likeness.

This shows that the Kree Teptun's identity is not simple; he must have come to Kontraxia on some kind of order!

Russell grinned. He had just arrived in the universe and had already encountered the power struggle between the two great empires. He hated trouble more than anything.

Ping! Ping! Bang! Bang!

The two Natasha were locked in combat; their strength and fighting skills were nearly identical, making it difficult to determine a winner.

The Skrull had become Natasha thought to himself that he was in trouble. Two Kree had suddenly appeared. He thought he had been exposed, but in Natasha's memory, the two were from Earth and had nothing to do with the Kree Empire.

He wasn't considering Earth right now; the memory of Russell's power filled him with extreme fear. His abilities were only average among the Skrull, and he couldn't copy Russell's abilities. He had to find a way to escape as soon as possible.

Crackling sounds!

Electric Arc struck, and Skrull, transformed into Natasha, exhaled black smoke, rolled her eyes, and collapsed unconscious to the ground.

His shapeshifting ability was impeccable; even Russell couldn't tell the difference between the two. However, the real Natasha had Soul Contract planted by Russell, something he couldn't imitate.

Natasha: "..."

Seeing myself half-cooked from the electric shock, even though I knew it was a fake, I still had a strange feeling that I couldn't quite describe.

"Boss, is this guy Skrull?"

Recalling the descriptions of the Skrull from her previous basic knowledge of the universe, Natasha felt a murderous intent rising in her heart. As a former special agent, she knew the importance of intelligence, and this alien absolutely could not be allowed to live.

"That's right, this guy is very useful."

Unlike Natasha, Russell didn't think as much and began Enslavement the Skrull. Their identities and the conflict between the two cosmic empires were irrelevant to Russell; what he wanted was 'Teptun'.

The first attempt at Enslavement failed...

Crackling sounds!

The second attempt at Enslavement failed...

Crackling sounds!

The third time...

Natasha watched from the side, breaking out in a cold sweat. Was this how she had gone through it all?