Chapter 45: Incorporation in Progress

"Let's stop chatting here, Jarvis. Now hack into this host and unlock the system." Leon ordered.

"Okay, Master Leon."

Jarvis's program successfully hacked into the Red House host.

The red password box on the big screen was suddenly covered by a waterfall of blue code.

The characters of 0 and 1 jumped rapidly on the screen.

In the Red House host, Jarvis can play an unprecedentedly powerful role.

It even sighed: "Master Leon, I feel as free as in the sea here. Their host system performance is very superior!"

"Then you can enjoy it more later. I plan to give this fortress to Tony. You can stay here permanently."

Leon stared at the screen, waiting for the result of Jarvis' operation.

More than ten minutes later.

Suddenly, a light flashed on the screen, and the system blockade was successfully lifted.

Folders popped up one by one, from low-security files to high-permission confidential documents, arranged in order of confidentiality level.

Leon smiled with satisfaction.

"Jarvis, search for key data in this system and retrieve information about all the widow agents in the Red House." Leon issued a new order.

Jarvis responded quickly and began to scan and analyze a large amount of data in the system.

After a moment, it issued a prompt tone.

"Master Leon, all the corresponding information has been found for you." Jarvis reported.

A file on the big screen opened in response.

Densely packed head portraits suddenly filled the screen, and were still sliding down to show more portraits.

"There are at least three hundred widows... mark their locations on the world map."

The screen flashed, and a world map popped up, with heads marked all over the world.

From London and Paris in Northern Europe to Cape Town and Johannesburg in South Africa.

From the holy land of faith Jerusalem to the "free and open" Chicago and New York.

More than three hundred widow agents are scattered around the world.

Some are powerful, some are good at dancing, and some are hidden among vendors as a hidden sharp knife.

The Red House controls the world by controlling these widow agents.

"Jarvis, send a copy of the list and detailed information to Natasha, and then transfer 100 million US dollars from my name to her so that she can build a new organization center in New York."

Leon's eyes became focused.

"Master Lyon, you may directly inform Miss Natasha of the relevant arrangements. They are coming to you." Jarvis said.

"They? Natasha is coming with the widows?"

Leon looked at the door, his ears moved slightly, and heard a dense sound of footsteps.

It was a silent footstep that used special skills to exert force. The widows have turned this skill into a habit.

"Wow, what did I hear just now? A man wants to spend 100 million US dollars on you! Natasha, how did you do it? Did you take off your clothes? Teach me how to get people to give me so much money. We will need money in the future, right?"

The first person to enter the door was Natasha, and a girl behind her kept whispering to her in Russian.

The girl would never have thought that Lyon not only knew Russian, but also could hear her whispering in a low voice.

Natasha rolled her eyes, ignored the girl behind her, and walked straight to Leon.

Behind her were more than 40 Widow Agents.

Under their golden, black, and red hair, their blue, dark, and even Roland purple eyes all looked at Leon in uniform.

They still had confused and sad expressions on their faces, but their eyes were full of gratitude and admiration for Leon.

It can be seen that Natasha should have told them about the general situation.

"I brought everyone here."

Natasha moved aside to make room, her face normal, as if she had not heard Leon's analysis of her before.

"They are all willing to join your... organization or company and serve you."

Leon looked at Natasha and the girl behind her for a few more times: "I can see that you encountered considerable difficulties in the process of persuasion."

Natasha sighed: "This is my sister, Yelena."

She pulled the girl behind her: "She attacked me as soon as she woke up. She is just an impulsive child."

Natasha and Yelena's faces were covered with bruises, one with a bruised forehead and one with a torn mouth.

"That's not impulsive, it's a punishment for you, the traitor! It's your defection that has forced us to be subject to stricter control!"

Yelena has short golden hair, looks neat and tidy, and her face is still childish. She seems to be younger than Leon.

She first refuted Natasha's slander, and then stood at attention to Leon.

"Thank you for saving us, Mr. Superman, we are willing to obey your orders."

Leon smiled when he heard this and was about to say a few words to win people's hearts.

As a result, Yelena immediately turned sideways and said to Natasha in Russian: "My God, his chest muscles are so beautiful, they feel bigger than mine. Have you touched them? It's a waste that such a handsome man was seduced by you."

Natasha and Leon's faces both darkened.

Not waiting for Natasha to deal with her rebellious little sister.

Leon took a step forward and gave a recruitment introduction in Russian to all the Widow agents present.

"Everyone, I won't introduce myself."

"Superman, Stark, you must be familiar with these two identities."

"First of all, I want to make it clear that although I helped Natasha destroy the Red House, part of the purpose was to gain your power."

"But this is not a mandatory requirement. After all, you have suffered enough."

"If you don't want to join, you can leave later, whether you return to ordinary life or use your skills to work hard!"

"And those who are willing to join, stay."

"I will let Natasha set up an open company or organization in New York, and then you can all use your talents."

"That's all I have to say."

"Those who don't want to join can leave after helping to clean up the bodies on the fortress. I'll let Natasha send you."

"By the way, I will let Jarvis send you your original family information." Leon waved at the big screen, "Jarvis!"

"Okay, young master, all the information has been sent."

Jarvis is very efficient, and all the communication devices of the Widow Agents on the scene have received the information.

The Widow Agents looked at each other, but did not check their own life experience at the first time.

For these girls who were sent to the Red House since childhood, family is a very distant topic.

This word, which should have been warm, sounded so strange to them, not much different from a bakery they happened to come across on the roadside.

It can even be said that they were extremely unfamiliar and fearful about the future that they could decide for themselves.

In more than ten years of life in the Red House, they had never really made a choice by themselves.

Because every detail of their lives had been planned by the Red House, even the way of death was the same.

And now, facing the two choices provided by Lyon, they were flattered and secretly excited.

The girls did not communicate, and after a short silence, they all came forward to surround Lyon.

"We are willing to obey your orders, sir."

The uneven words neatly expressed the same meaning.

Lyon's tall figure was like a moon surrounded by stars in a crowd of black uniforms.

He looked around, his eyes passed through the tense little faces, and smiled.

"Then you are welcome to join us."

He opened his hands: "In the future, we will surely accomplish many great deeds together that will be admired by the world, and you will never regret your decision today."

"Now, your first task is to clean up the sky fortress and deal with all the bodies."

"After that, I will let Natasha go with you to various parts of the world to release the control of other Widow agents."

He stretched out his hand, and the widows put their hands on it together, and each girl's eyes were shining.