Simultaneous Time Travel: Living in the Primordial World, Freebies Welcome!

Chapter 98 The First Black Widow—Dottie! I bet you're out of ammo!

Stark Estate.

As a renowned dog tycoon in America, Howard's manor was predictably luxurious, exuding the unpretentious charm of the wealthy.

Qian Chen sat silently on the leather sofa, his feet casually propped up on a footstool, watching Howard quietly.

The once high-spirited playboy now looked like a child who had made a mistake, his face full of unease.

"Okay! So where did the information I asked for go?"

Qian Chen sighed. He hadn't expected that Howard would cause such a mess after he had just gone out for a sweet weekend with Carter. He was really a worry!

Where did this petty thief come from?

How dare they steal from me?

Howard forced a wry smile and replied sheepishly, "Captain, it's not really my fault. The main reason is that the blue 'carefree pill' you gave me was just too effective! It was so potent that I had to go out and find a kind-hearted older sister to help me—"

"I swear, I really didn't intend to hook up with that girl!"

"She really contacted me first—"

"I just made a mistake that every man in the world makes—ultimately, it's all that damn Blue Carefree Pill's fault!"

Qian Chen rolled his eyes and complained helplessly, "It's one thing to want to go out and seek comfort, but why did you have to bring along the lanthanum-carbon alloy data? Do you think academic data will stimulate you to release more dopamine while you're wriggling around?"

Howard awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "Didn't you tell me to bring the documents over? If you wanted to come to Stark Manor yourself to get them, I wouldn't have bothered carrying them out!"

Qian Chen raised an eyebrow: "So you're blaming me?"

Howard immediately shook his head repeatedly, explaining righteously, "No! Absolutely not! I'm just stating an objective fact—I believe this has nothing to do with you or me; blame that wicked woman who stole the data!"

Qian Chen, too lazy to criticize Howard any further, changed the subject and asked, "Have you found out their true identity yet?"

"Her exact identity hasn't been confirmed yet, but we already have some leads—" Howard took out a document, pointed to the top photo, and said, "This woman is suspected to be a top agent trained by an organization called Leviathan."

"These female agents all have one thing in common: a very noticeable scar on their wrists."

Qian Chen took the photo, which was a close-up of a woman's hand, clearly showing the scars on her wrist.

"Leviathan? I've heard of that organization!"

"This used to be a special department under the Soviet Union, mainly responsible for espionage and infiltration activities in Western Europe, but later, for some unknown reason, it suddenly betrayed the Soviet Union."

"But now I think I know why—"

Howard, being extremely intelligent, instantly grasped the meaning behind Qian Chen's words and exclaimed in surprise, "The White Tiger Seven Kill Blades? It's the Red Skull using the power of a divine weapon to control Leviathan's people?"

"Did the previous internal purge alert Red Skull, which is why he used Leviathan's forces to steal the lanthanum-carbon alloy?"

Qian Chen nodded slightly: "Although there is no evidence yet, this reasoning is logical and should be the truth."

Howard's expression suddenly changed. He grabbed Qian Chen's hand and pleaded, "Captain, this matter can only be handled by you! If Director Doolittle of the Strategic Scientific Legion finds out that the carbon alloy has fallen into the hands of Red Skull, he'll probably frame me for treason and make me a scapegoat—that would be terrible!"

Qian Chen nodded helplessly. "Fine! What can I do? I own half of Stark Industries. I must admit, your move to give me shares was the most brilliant maneuver of the century!"

Howard grinned. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Captain! Jarvis will fully cooperate with you, and all Stark family resources will be at your disposal at any time to search for Leviathan agents."

Qian Chen waved his hand, "Actually, there's no need to go to such lengths. We have a unique method for finding people in the Eastern Continent—"

As he spoke, he stood up, slowly walked to Howard's side, and reached out to pull a long hair from Howard's collar. "Having found it, I've found her!"

Hu Qianchen gently blew out a breath.

Her long hair floated in the air, following the mysterious cause and effect, and rode the wind in a certain direction.

"Asha, follow the hair! Once you've pinpointed their location, don't alert them. I'll handle it personally when I get there—"

"Yes, sir!"

Suburbs of New York.

As a cold-blooded agent devoid of emotion, Dottie's mission this time is to steal a special document from a playboy named Howard.

For a top-tier agent like her, taking control of a lustful playboy was incredibly easy; she completed the mission effortlessly.

To ensure the secrecy of his residence, Dotti deliberately changed several modes of transportation along the way.

She swore in the name of the first Black Widow that she would be careful all the way and that no one would be able to track her down!

If they can really catch up—they're definitely not human!

"Phew—I'm finally back!"

The familiar little building is in the distance.

Dottie finally breathed a sigh of relief!

As a top-tier agent, she remained vigilant and, as was her custom, checked the small mechanisms she had left behind before leaving, in order to determine whether any outsiders had infiltrated her residence during her absence.

First, there was the wood ash she had deliberately sprinkled at the fence.

Upon closer inspection, a jumble of messy footprints came into view.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Dottie's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't blindly assume that someone had broken in. After all, this was a suburban area, and it was normal for someone to accidentally leave footprints while herding livestock.

After careful examination, it was confirmed that the footprints belonged to a man and a woman. Dottie frowned, but did not leave immediately. She recognized one of the footprints as belonging to her colleague who worked in New York.

Yes, she's not the only one living here! There's another Leviathan agent besides her.

To be precise, she is another Black Widow in reserve.

She has always presented herself as Dottie's distant cousin.

That little brat named Natasha Normanov brought one of the few moments of warmth to Dotti's career.

Now that someone has broken into her home and no one has warned her, Natasha is likely in grave danger.

Doti rolled into the yard, crouching low as she moved, her feet slightly arched to absorb all sound, as light as a ghost, landing silently.

She stood silently in front of the house door, looking down at a small piece of paper on the ground. She had deliberately slipped it into the crack of the door before leaving as a warning; if anyone opened the door while she was away, the small piece of paper would fall to the ground.

"Natasha————"

After a moment's thought, Dottie moved silently to the hidden back door he had deliberately left, and pulled out the TT-33 Tokarev pistol strapped to his long leg.

This is the standard-issue pistol used by Soviet agents. The 7.62mm bullet is incredibly powerful and has an excellent feel in hand.

Dottie gripped his pistol and crept quietly into the room.

She searched the room with practiced ease, gradually pinpointing the location and number of enemies hiding in the house.

"Is this the only person in the lobby?"

Dottie hid in the shadows, coldly watching the figure in the living room. She also saw the familiar figure crawling at the other person's feet. It was Natasha, whom she had been longing for!

Damn it! Has Natasha already been murdered?

Dotti gripped the gun handle tightly, a flash of hatred in his eyes. He stared intently at the figure on the living room sofa and crept closer.

The cold muzzle of the gun clicked against the back of Qian Chen's head.

"Don't move! Or a bullet will blow your head off!"

Qian Chen remained calm, showing no awareness whatsoever when a gun was pointed at him, and simply continued flipping through the documents in his hand.

"What kind of bullet?"

"Heh—I bet you have a gun in your hand—"

"—Out of bullets!"