The four quickly advanced towards Dreykov.

Everyone was already expecting an attack, so they encountered strong resistance from several soldiers.

Natasha and Yelena easily eliminated all the soldiers as they moved forward.

It was just normal humans against an Ancient Vampire like Natasha.

Soon, they reached a corridor near Dreykov's office, and outside his door were 20 fully armed Widows.

From the cameras, Natasha saw that they seemed like robots waiting for orders.

Imagining her sister in that situation made her clench her lips in anger.

"They are waiting for us around that corner. I'll go first, cover me," Natasha said, looking at her family before starting to run.

The metal under Natasha's feet creaked a bit before propelling her forward at high speeds. She used the walls for support, jumping from side to side before reaching the first Widow and kicking her forcefully in the head.

The Widow spun in the air and hit several of her comrades before falling unconscious.

As soon as she touched the ground, Natasha immediately crouched to avoid an attack before sweeping her legs, knocking down the Widow before supporting her body with one hand and kicking another Widow approaching her.

Yelena, Melina, and Alexei quickly ran behind Natasha, astonished at how she overwhelmed the entire group.

Yelena, seeing all the Widows rushing towards Natasha, couldn't help but come up with an idea.

She quickly pulled out a smoke grenade and wrapped several tubes with red gas.

Without much hesitation, she pulled the safety before throwing the grenade into the midst of the group.

There was a small explosion, and a large amount of reddish smoke spread, making all the Widows seem frozen, with red dots appearing on their faces.

Natasha came out coughing from the smoke reflexively while waving her hand, trying to disperse the smoke.

Exiting the smoke cloud, she just looked at Yelena, wordless, who was smiling at her.

The newly liberated Widows looked at each other in amazement as everything started coming back to their minds.

Many sat on the floor, realizing everything they had done against their will.

The women Natasha had attacked with more force had already recovered as they were enhanced with Extremis.

Natasha saw that everything was fine before kicking the door and entering Dreykov's office.

She saw him behind the desk with Taskmaster in front of him.

Natasha couldn't help but feel satisfaction at seeing his worried and fearful face.

Since Cortana controlled the entire system, he couldn't even see what was happening outside or play tricks by detonating devices in the Widows.

"You know... you should have died in that explosion; it would have been quick and painless," Natasha said, smiling, unconsciously showing her fangs.

Dreykov's eyes couldn't help but tremble to see her red eyes so similar to that man's.

Taskmaster just advanced emotionlessly before starting to attack Natasha.

Natasha simply dodged the attack, taking his wrist before forcefully hitting the man's head, making him fall to the ground.

Just as she was about to advance towards Dreykov, she saw out of the corner of her eye that the helmet broke, revealing a disfigured female face.

Natasha stopped and looked at her with doubt before gesturing to Yelena to take care of her.

"You are really connected to that man. For many years, you betrayed us," Dreykov said to Natasha as he took a step back each time she approached.

"Surprised? It's not like you're very charismatic," Natasha said, disdainfully looking at Dreykov before giving him a direct hook to the face.

She made sure to hold back so he wouldn't be knocked out, but also hit a particularly painful part of his face.

Dreykov immediately fell to the ground while holding the side of his face.

Natasha smiled before kicking his face straight in the nose, a disgusting sound echoing as his septum twisted.

"This is just the beginning. Everything you've done to me, my family, and thousands of girls, I'll repay it slowly," Natasha said with a soft voice.

"I want to, too," Yelena said, approaching with an electric pistol.

Yelena casually aimed before firing, connecting two cables to Dreykov, electrocuting him.

Dreykov made choked groans of pain as his body convulsed.

"Alright, stop it. First, I need him to do some things," Natasha said, putting a hand on Yelena's shoulder.

Yelena made a grimace before reluctantly stopping the taser.

Dreykov just stayed on the ground, breathing heavily, trying to recover from the pain.

Natasha took him by the neck, lifted him, and looked into his eyes, hypnotizing him.

It was one of the few things she had learned to do in the short time she had been a vampire.

"Show me all the Red Room operations and tell me things no one else knows," Natasha said before letting him go.

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Dreykov staggered before approaching his chair and accessing the system.

Natasha pushed him aside before placing a device and extracting all the information about the locations of the Widows scattered around the world.

"Do you have anything else that's relevant?" Natasha asked. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Melina calming the Widows and telling them it was all over.

"Ask him about your biological mother," Melina said from outside, with a sad expression.

"Why?" Natasha asked with doubt. She had been told that her mother had abandoned her, and even if she occasionally thought about her, she didn't want to know who she was or where she was.

"Your mother didn't abandon you," Melina said, looking at Natasha.

"What!?" Natasha asked, opening her eyes in surprise before looking at Dreykov.

"Speak," Natasha said, looking at Dreykov as her hand unconsciously tore a piece from the table.

"The Red Room selected girls with a study that showed genetic potential. An agreement was reached with your family, and we paid them, but your mother never agreed and never stopped looking for you. I finally sent her to be killed because she never gave up, and she could expose the organization," Dreykov said, hypnotized.

The massive amount of magic within Natasha exploded, sending everyone flying.

Suddenly, she appeared in front of Dreykov, taking him by the jaw and pressing him against the wall. She didn't even realize she was floating.

"Again and again, you've taken everything from me," Natasha said with an expression of total anger. As she spoke, a small crunch was heard when Dreykov's jaw fractured.

Dreykov screamed in pain as he writhed. Natasha's weak hypnosis had been completely dispersed by the pain.

Before Natasha could crush him completely, a hand seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and gently took her wrist.

Natasha's eyes, filled with anger, softened considerably as she saw the hand on her wrist. She didn't even have to turn to see the person's face to know who it was.

She loosened her grip, causing Dreykov to fall to the ground while still screaming in pain.

Natasha hugged Damian tightly, burying her face in his neck. Damian just smiled and gently stroked her hair.

He didn't know what had happened for her to get so angry; He was at home and felt the burst of uncontrolled magic, so he immediately appeared by her side.

Everyone had already gotten up after crashing into the wall; fortunately, everyone except Yelena was at a good distance, so they weren't too affected.

Yelena approached and looked at Damian with curiosity; seeing him affectionately hugging her sister resolved many doubts.

Damian turned to look at Yelena, who had approached and smiled friendly.

Yelena's expression didn't seem to change, but a hint of red appeared on her cheeks as she nodded slightly in greeting before turning around and casually checking Dreykov's things.

Damian chuckled to himself, finding it amusing.

"Everything okay?" Damian asked, patting Natasha's back.

"Hm, it's just that what he told me took me by surprise, and it angered me," Natasha said, rubbing her forehead against Damian's chest.

"Then let's take care of him and go home," Damian said, kissing her head and letting her go.

"Fine, idiot, get up," Natasha said, kicking Dreykov, who had pretended to play dead.

"What do you want to know?" Dreykov asked, groaning in pain and sitting while leaning against the wall.

His eyes trembled with fear, but he tried to maintain a dignified expression.

"Where was my mother buried?" Natasha asked.

"I don't remember; it was a long time ago, and I really didn't care," Dreykov said, with a pained expression as he spoke.

Natasha forcefully stepped on Dreykov's leg, causing another horrible sound of breaking before looking at Damian.

"Alright, I'll take care of it," Damian said, sighing. Entering the minds of these kinds of people can be very disturbing; you never know what you might find.

Thinking about that scene, Damian quickly found Dreykov's memory before seeing who had commissioned the mission.

With information about the target, he quickly implanted some compulsions in Dreykov's mind to think about the person who had assigned him the mission.

Fortunately, that person was still alive and had already retired; after all, it had been almost 30 years ago.

"I have the person," Damian said, looking at Natasha.

"Hm," Natasha said, nodding.

"I'll introduce you; come," Natasha said, smiling shyly as she pulled Damian by his arm.

"Yelena, come," Natasha said, calling her.

"He's my husband," Natasha said, laughing as she briefly looked at Damian.

"She's my sister," Natasha said, smiling.

"Hello, nice to meet you," Damian said, gently shaking her hand.

"A pleasure," Yelena said, smiling. His attractiveness had taken her by surprise at first, but now she could take it more calmly.

At that moment, Melina and Alexei also approached with curiosity about Damian's sudden appearance.

Melina, in particular, was quite surprised to see him, unlike Alexei, who was much more distracted and barely knew Damian's face.

"She is... my mother, and he is my father," Natasha said, hesitating for a moment at the beginning before simply letting it go and saying it.

"He is Damian, my husband," Natasha said, introducing them.

Although they suspected it, it was still surprising for them to hear it directly.

"Hello," Melina said, greeting, feeling a little tense being looked at by Damian.

"Hello," Alexei said, extending his hand and waving, at the same time looking Damian up and down evaluatively.

Looking into his eyes he looked like a powerful man.

"Hello, nice to meet you," Damian said kindly, shaking Alexei's hand and nodding toward Melina.

Melina, who was a bit apprehensive about meeting Damian, also relaxed when she saw him being so approachable. After all, there were too many rumors about Damian.

"Let's save the stories for another time; for now, how about we lock this guy up and then I'll take care of him," Natasha said, giving him a kick to refer to him.

"What do you plan to do with him?" Damian asked, looking at him.

"I'll torture him until I get bored, and then I'll just let him rot in prison," Natasha said, looking at Dreykov with coldness. Even though at that moment, she thought she would never get bored; the resentment she had towards that man seemed infinite.

Her family and many Widows had a similar look; poor Dreykov didn't know the days that awaited him.

"Hm, you look quite sexy acting like that, like a beautiful rose with thorns," Damian whispered in Natasha's ear, making her look at him flirtatiously before gently hitting him in the chest, indicating him to behave.

Her family's gaze was really unbearable.

Damian sent Dreykov to one of the empty prisons; there were actually many of them since imprisonable crime was very rare. Usually, punishments were forced labor, and the duration depended on the severity of the crime.

Of course, this was for minor crimes; things like murders or rapes were treated much more cruelly, but such crimes were almost nonexistent.

With Dreykov out of the way, Natasha fixed her gaze on the newly liberated Widows; she still remembered that there were more like her infiltrated in many countries.

"What do you want to do now?" Natasha asked, looking at them.

"We don't know," said one of the Widows after looking at her companions.

"This place is all we know," another Widow said awkwardly.

"How about coming with me? You can stay at my place while you figure out what you want to do," Natasha suggested, looking at them.

"We don't have many options," said one of the Widows, nodding.

It was better to be with Natasha, a familiar face than to wander alone without any purpose.

Natasha nodded before fixing her gaze on the woman in the suit she had knocked unconscious.

"Who is she?" Natasha asked, looking at the others.

"She...is Dreykov's daughter," Melina said, hesitating a bit before speaking.

Natasha opened her eyes in amazement as she looked at her before turning to the woman on the floor with a disfigured face.

She immediately thought of that day when she activated the explosives knowing that she was there.

Even if she was the daughter of her enemy, she didn't deserve to die; she bore the guilt of selfishly killing an innocent girl. Not a day went by when she didn't think about her.

Natasha began to breathe rapidly as she saw her disfigured face; she had taken away her chance to live so that she could.

Natasha could only look at Damian with a sad expression.

"I want to try to give her back what I took from her," Natasha said, looking at Damian.

Damian just gently stroked her back; he knew that this was what tormented her, and he hoped that after this, she could close that dark chapter in her life.

Damian made Antonia levitate with one hand before rewinding time at high speeds, turning the woman of just over 20 years old into a 12-year-old girl.

He also made her fall into a deep sleep so that she would recover and give Natasha time to do everything she needed.

"It's up to you how you will take care of her," Damian said, releasing Natasha and leaving Antonia in her arms.

"Hm," Natasha said, nodding as she looked at the little girl.

"Then let's go to the ship and go home," Damian said, saying nothing more.