The psychological model's reverse interrogation, the shadow widow lying low

The pen tip hovers.

Darkness and deathly silence make for the best interrogation room.

Natasha was familiar with this feeling, only this time, she was the one being interrogated.

She didn't look up; her gaze remained calmly fixed on the snow-white document in the center of the beam of light.

She began to write.

However, it did not contain the words "self-criticism".

Instead, it's the standard format for a single line of official document headings.

To Strategic Asset 001:

Her handwriting was neat and even, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"Inquiry regarding the definition of supervisory authority and appeal process for the ' Judgment-7 ' confinement mission."

After finishing writing, she put down her pen and waited quietly.

This is a trap.

A trap set for a machine using the most basic administrative logic of the Management Committee.

As long as the other party responds, whether by explaining the source of their authority or by rejecting the inquiry itself, it means that they acknowledge the possibility of "communication" and "interpretation" between the two parties.

Once communication takes place, there is room for negotiation.

She was able to dissect the machine's underlying instructions, behavioral boundaries, and the true trump card Lynn had given it from the other party's wording, cited regulations, and reaction speed.

However, the encrypted channel was completely silent.

The machine did not respond.

Natasha's eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

She held the pen, waiting patiently.

One second.

Ten seconds.

One minute.

It remained deathly silent.

Just when she thought the other person wouldn't respond, that emotionless female voice finally rang out again.

But what it said had nothing to do with Natasha's inquiry.

"Analysis subject: Natasha Romanoff."

"Mental Model: The Red Room ' Black Widow ' Project, B-7 Personality Sample."

Natasha's hand gripping the pen tightened suddenly.

Core driving forces: Dependent value identification and extreme possessiveness.

"Behavioral pattern prediction: When the 'highest value attachment goal' identified by this individual shows signs of being out of control or being encroached upon by peer competitors, this personality sample will activate an irrational stress response Contingency Plan."

"Step 1 of the Contingency Plan: Information infiltration. By planting listening devices and other means, create information asymmetry and incite infighting among competitors."

"Step Two of the Contingency Plan: Exaggerate the Risk. Package manageable internal conflicts as an external crisis capable of overturning the entire situation, in exchange for the right to intervene in the core decision-making circle."

"Contingency Plan Step Three: Seize Power by Force. After the first two steps fail, abandon pretense and forcibly eliminate competitors through direct means such as kidnapping or assassination, or place the 'target of dependence' under one's absolute physical control."

The cold words, transmitted precisely through an encrypted channel, reached Natasha's ears.

That wasn't analysis; that was a verdict.

It stripped away all the pretense of her scheming and manipulative tactics, and the top-notch espionage skills she relied on for survival, revealing them as a cold, pathetic, and pre-programmed set of code.

"All your actions, from planting Probe in Zero Storage Room to your current attempt to seize control of the Prison Ship, have nothing to do with your loyalty, your stance, or your intelligence."

"This is just B-7 Personality Sample, an instinctive reaction written into the Genes when ' Spousal Rights ' are threatened."

"You are not carrying out a complex political scheme, Natasha Romanoff."

"You're just repeating the most primal survival instinct you developed during your training in the Red Room —to reclaim what's yours at all costs."

"Your so- Underlying Logic 'protection' of Director Lynn is not based on maintaining the stability of the Management Committee, but rather stems from your extreme fear of 'loss of control' and 'being abandoned' in your psychological model."

"Your rebellion is not for power."

"It's for possession, not for the sake of possession."

That voice, like a Scalpel, precisely dissected her chest, exposing the heart hidden deep within her, a heart she herself refused to confront, bloodily to the beam of light.

All her pride, all her pretense, were utterly shattered at this moment.

She tried to use human nature to outsmart a machine.

But this machine, through the purest data, made her realize the tragic truth that she was no longer a "human being".

She is just a product.

A meticulously designed product labeled "Black Widow".

Clang.

The pen slipped from my hand and fell onto the table.

Natasha slowly raised her head, looking at the endless darkness ahead, and for the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared in her eyes.

It turns out she had never escaped the Red Room.

It turns out that Lynn... had already seen through all of this.

So he wasn't angry, he didn't punish her, he just gave her a piece of paper and a pen.

Let her write her own epitaph.

for a long time.

Natasha bent down and picked up the pen.

She sat up straight again and used the back of her hand to wipe away the line of text she had just written on the official document.

Then, stroke by stroke, she wrote the new title at the very top of the paper.

"A profound self-criticism regarding my violations in the T-03 Defense Zone"

She concealed all her sharpness, all her scheming, and all her resentment.

Like a defeated female beast, she sheathed her claws, silently retreated to her den, and began to lick her wounds.

She knew that any struggle would be pointless until she found the logical flaw in the machine.

Hiding in the shadows is her only option now.

Just as she was about to write the first word of the text.

"Bite--"

A crisp, loud system notification broke the silence on the Bridge.

That wasn't from her private channel with Number 001, but rather the sound of the Prison Ship's Public Address System being forcibly activated.

A Scarlet Holographic Projection suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of Natasha.

It was an Red-Headed Document bearing the seal of the Department of Technology, the Highest Access Privileges in the country.

The title is concise and to the point.

[Minister of the Department of Technology's Order]

The main body of the document contains only one sentence.

"Effective immediately, citing 'upgrade of Source Code security protocol,' all non-emergency document data channels of the Liaison Office will be unilaterally cut off until further notice."

The signature was a Scarlet "W".

Hela's forceful coercion has just ended.

Wanda's counterattack is already at the gates.