Chapter Ninety: Natasha’s Sister

The sharp click of high heels echoed against the floor.

Natasha stood still, facing a woman who wasn’t just similar but exactly identical to her.

The only difference was their attire. Both were Natasha—one name, a shared codename: Black Widow. Few knew that Black Widow was not a single individual but two. A good Black Widow couldn’t be a one-woman show; even a great player can’t master the seas alone.

Today, Natasha wore a pink dress paired with a sapphire necklace, her golden hair styled in perfectly arranged voluminous waves. Her sister, however, was clad in black leather pants and jacket, her striking figure accentuated by a bold, muscular chest and wild, flowing golden locks—a completely different Natasha in style.

Though their faces and figures were indistinguishable, their differing attire evoked entirely distinct impressions.

“You disappoint me so much, little sister,” the elder said, pulling a slim pack of cigarettes from her leather pants. The younger Natasha leaned forward to light one for her.

“Why are you here, sister? I missed you so much.” After lighting the cigarette, she playfully shook her sister’s arm.

The older woman took a slow drag, exhaling a cloud of mesmerizing smoke with her vivid red lips aimed at her sister.

“Cut it out. I’m bored to death outside, while you’ve made no progress here. I’m here to take over for you.” She pressed close to her sister’s ear, licking it lightly with her tongue.

A shiver passed through the younger Natasha’s body. She gently pushed her sister away, a hesitant refusal in her tone. “What haven’t I done well? It’s good you’re here—I’m exhausted. You have no idea how closely I’ve been watched. I barely had a chance. Now that you’ve arrived, I can rest easy and go back.”

“That must have been tough for you, little sister. Too bad, I was just joking. Though you haven’t done well, I’m not qualified to replace you.” The older sister wrapped her arms around the younger’s slender waist, burying her face in the golden curls as she inhaled deeply.

“Don’t be like that, sister.” The younger giggled softly, pushing against her sister’s chest with both hands, her voice coquettish. “You’re not even wearing any underwear.”

The elder sister was pushed back slightly, flicking her finger against her sister’s forehead. “That’s your punishment. Enough reminiscing—let’s talk business.”

Straightening up, she saluted her sister, who returned the gesture. The time for work had begun.

“You made a grave strategic error this time. The Azure Star has plunged into chaos. Only Rabbit Nation, relying on its government’s strong credibility and measures, has avoided major issues domestically. Other countries are already seeing burgeoning doomsday cults and riots. Africa, already in turmoil, is becoming a paradise for opportunists. Even within our own borders, unsettling voices have emerged. This is why we’re here.”

Leaning against the wall, the elder sister exhaled smoke slowly.

“It’s gotten this bad outside? Since when?” The younger furrowed her brow, feeling the pace of events was too abrupt.

“Probably from the moment Li Daoran emerged on the world stage. His appearance planted a bomb deep in everyone’s hearts. At first, there was panic and people followed orders. But once the unease settled, all it took was a spark to ignite that bomb. History is never short of ambitious fools and self-righteous men.” Her voice dripped with scorn for those opportunists.

“Be specific. I don’t want your analysis.” The younger interrupted sharply, ignoring her sister’s displeasure.

“You have no idea how busy I’ve been out there. Lately, I’ve even started feeling pity when killing.” The elder reached for her cigarette again.

The younger slapped her hand away. “I have to go back soon. I don’t want to shower again. The smoke smell would be a hassle.”

“Fine, fine. You’re all just too cautious. FK and those fools have no sense of caution.” The older scoffed, pinching her sister’s cheek.

“There’s no time to let David stay with him alone too long. Get to the point. I’ll look into what’s happening outside later. For now, tell me your plans and purpose here.” The younger’s doll-like face turned icy, a stark contrast to moments before—because she knew her sister well.

“This mission’s uniqueness made you the best choice from the start. Rabbit Nation has an inexplicable virginity obsession, and this time we shouldn’t lead their actions directly. So we opted for a proxy war. They never understood that only a woman can conquer a man. I trusted you, just as I trust myself. But you’ve disappointed us. You’ve made no progress and have even lost his heart to someone named Liu Meng. Sister, shouldn’t you say something to let me report back?” The elder spun around, pressing her sister against the wall with a fierce gaze.

Black Widow was a duo: one handled internal affairs, the other external. The elder was deadly and ruthless—the finest spy and agent who killed without hesitation. The younger was a master psychologist, adept at manipulating men’s minds, the mastermind behind every mission. Their seamless cooperation forged Black Widow’s formidable international reputation.

“No chance. Glutton, Pluto, Gentleman, even that Tam—they’re no easy marks. They’re as strong as we are. They guard against me closely. I never had a moment alone with Li Daoran. And the simplest way to conquer a man, I can't use.” The younger spoke without fear.

“Not good enough. The enemy’s strength and external difficulties are no excuse. We’ve completed far tougher tasks. Remember when you turned a man into a puppet at eight? Don’t forget how you told me, back then, to climb into that ugly man’s bed for your plan.” The elder stared unflinchingly into her sister’s eyes.

“So, are you here to reprimand us?” The younger raised an eyebrow.

“No. I’m here to replace you. But I still believe you’re the best fit for this mission, so I will leave.” The elder closed her eyes.

“Has it really come to this?”

“Worse than you imagine. It’s bad beyond words. You four are relatively safe; no life-threatening danger. As for Glutton... even if he survives, it’ll be a close call.”

“Oh?”

“You know how strange Rabbit Nation people are. When they had emperors, droughts and floods were met with self-accusatory edicts. Not much better now. No matter the disaster, some clowns always emerge, claiming divine retribution. Even natural disasters are blamed on people—idiots, really, spoiled by their government. We rarely see such fools where we come from.” The elder sounded almost amused.

“Get to the point.” The younger’s headache returned. Her sister’s subjective style often obscured crucial facts and truth.