"Everything? Even the sewers have been sealed? Or has anyone blocked you today?" Lyon asked.
"I've been continuously operational and have no records of being blocked... but the sewers... they shouldn't count as an entrance, right?" JARVIS hesitated.
Look at that—JARVIS, with all his intelligence, got confused.
Well... Who in their right mind would crawl into a house through the sewers?
'However, looking at Natasha, soaked and lying under Tony's bed, where else could she have come from but the sewers?'
"When Tony goes to sleep tonight, he's likely going to enjoy the lingering scent of a beautiful woman," Lyon whispered to himself, wishing Tony well.
Thinking of the sewer stench, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
But letting Tony have a whiff was as far as Lyon was willing to go. He had no intention of allowing Natasha to remain under the bed.
Whatever she was planning, sneaking in like that clearly wasn't for anything good.
JARVIS asked, "Are you saying a woman has infiltrated Mr. Stark's bedroom?"
"Exactly. And she's currently under the bed, um.. meditating!"
Lyon, intrigued, stroked his chin, "Let's see what this excellent spy plans to do next."
"JARVIS, work with me in a moment."
"Understood, Master Lyon," JARVIS responded.
Lyon put on an earpiece and headed toward Tony's room, purposefully stepping heavily as he approached and pushed the door open.
As soon as he entered, he pretended to look around suspiciously, making his footsteps extra loud. "JARVIS, are you sure the system detected a strong unusual odor in Tony's room? That can't be right. He hasn't brought any women home for days. Why would there be a strange smell in here?"
"Yes, sir. The air filtration system has detected unusual odor particles," JARVIS replied, playing along.
"Impossible, unless Tony has been handling... personal matters himself. Otherwise, where could the smell be coming from?"
"I don't notice much of a smell here... sniff, sniff... ugh!!"
Lyon took a few deep sniffs and suddenly recoiled, gripping the doorframe as he dry heaved.
This wasn't part of the act—it was his super sense of smell picking up on the "overwhelming" stench of rot that had permeated the room.
Especially since he had deliberately sniffed several times, searching for the source of the odor.
The abrupt and intense smell felt like it was drilling into his insides, twisting his stomach into knots.
"What is that smell!? It's like a rotten salted fish left to soak in a garbage bin and then stuffed into a cucumber jar to marinate for three days straight!"
Lyon clenched his teeth and quickly suppressed his super sense of smell.
"...Master Lyon," JARVIS's voice whispered quietly into Lyon's earpiece, "your acting is quite impressive. If the air filtration system hadn't detected no anomalies, you might have fooled my logic circuits."
"No... I really did smell something foul. The intruder probably used some kind of chemical deodorizer, but it couldn't mask the scent from my nose," Lyon whispered back, rubbing his nose.
"Keep playing along," he said quietly.
Lyon then approached the bed, holding his nose exaggeratedly as he spoke aloud, "The smell is pretty strong... What on earth did Tony do? JARVIS, did you say the source of the odor is under the bed?"
"Yes, the odor molecules are most concentrated beneath the bed. Should I deploy the cleaning robots for removal?" JARVIS asked through the speakers.
"No need."
Lyon knelt down, one knee on the floor. "I suspect Tony's got some life-sized sex doll under there. If you clean it up, he'll probably get mad."
"So I'll just pull it out and wash it. I can't believe Tony would tolerate this stench!"
He braced one hand on the bed and reached under with the other, pretending to grab something hidden.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, an unexpected turn of events.
As Lyon's hand was about to reach under the bed, a pitch-black whip lashed out from the blind spot beneath the bed, coiling three times around his arm like a snake constricting its prey.
The next moment, a faint, almost imperceptible force traveled through the whip.
Lyon quickly calculated it—roughly 1.5 times Tony's arm strength.
For an ordinary person, that would be considered immense strength.
Lyon couldn't help but be surprised.
Natasha was using such force, and it had struck suddenly, enough to shatter the bones in an average person's arm.
This kind of ruthlessness went beyond mere stealth.
Could S.H.I.E.L.D. really be planning something bad against Tony?
Lyon's carefree attitude faded slightly. This situation would need a bit more probing.
Feigning surprise, he let out a cry of shock and, following the whip's pull, fell backward.
"Ah!" he groaned as he hit the ground.
In an instant, Natasha shot out from under the bed like a venomous snake.
Or rather, she slid out.
She kicked hard off the bedpost, using the force to propel herself across the floor, legs coiling around Lyon's waist like they were boneless.
Next, Natasha pressed her hands against the ground and used the strength from her waist.
She actually managed to lift Lyon into the air, still clamped between her legs, and then viciously slammed him back down toward the ground!
*Thud!*
A heavy crashing sound echoed as Lyon cooperated, letting out a groan of pain. Realizing that his position had caused him to hit the back of his head, he immediately shut his eyes and pretended to lose consciousness.
"Whew…" Natasha exhaled, casually flipping Lyon's shoulder over and giving him a quick glance to confirm that her target was unconscious.
She had complete confidence in her skills.
Years of combat training since childhood made it impossible for her to fail in knocking out an ordinary person.
"Nice pecs," she added, glancing over Lyon's chest, impressed, and even giving it a few appreciative pats before offering her evaluation.
"Madam, you are currently trespassing on Stark's private property and compromising his personal safety. Please step away from Mr. Lyon and vacate the premises, or I will immediately contact the authorities!" J.A.R.V.I.S. chimed in with a perfectly timed threat.
"Oh, really?" Natasha dragged a black tactical backpack out from under the bed and pulled out some rope and firearms.
She waved the gun around. "If you call the cops, this gun will be pointed at your master."
With that, she ignored J.A.R.V.I.S. and fired several shots, destroying various electronic devices in the room. She then turned back, flipped Lyon over, and tightly bound him with the rope.
She even checked Lyon's vital signs, confirming that he was merely unconscious and not in any immediate danger.
The earpiece Lyon had been wearing during this process was also discovered and destroyed by her.
Only then did she stand up, pressing the communicator in her ear to begin her report.
"General Dreykov, this is Natasha reporting."
After waiting a few seconds and receiving permission from the other end of the communication, she continued speaking.
"The mission encountered an unexpected situation. The target's younger brother, Lyon Stark, used domestic AI to detect me."
"I now request a change of plans. Instead of kidnapping Tony Stark, I suggest using Lyon Stark to threaten him, thereby acquiring the energy source and armor technology."
After a few seconds, a flat male voice responded from the other end of the communication, "Permission granted to alter the plan."
"Understood," Natasha responded, her eyes calm and emotionless—neither hatred nor joy present.
She removed the communication device from her ear and prepared to carry out the revised kidnapping plan.
However, as she turned around, she saw that Lyon, who should have been unconscious, had opened his eyes at some point and was staring at her intently.
"From the sound of it, you're not working for S.H.I.E.L.D. anymore?" Lyon's expression was intriguing. "Well, this just got interesting. Heh~"
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