They keenly caught the tenderness in Natasha's eyes, and that undisguised affection made them feel deeply close.

After all, in this family, they were originally treasures held in the palm of the hand.

At this moment, Natasha was holding potato chips in her arms, and people were surrounding her.

Some pulled her to discuss the plot direction, some handed over the latest game strategy guides, and others stuffed candies they were reluctant to eat into her arms.

Li Da leaned against the armrest of the sofa, a faint smile hanging at the corners of his mouth.

Watching the gradually relaxing smile on Natasha's face, and watching her no longer tense shoulders, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

This family seemed to truly become more complete because of her joining.

In this cruel world, having bonds was not a weakness, but a motivation.

For these younger brothers and sisters, he must live, and live longer than anyone else.

Those who dared to threaten them all deserved to go to hell.

The recent trouble was the vermin of Hydra, as for further away... for instance Thanos, that old lunatic.

Thinking of that pervert under the banner of "universe balance", a trace of coldness flashed across the depths of Li Da's eyes.

When there was a chance to run into him, the first thing was to tear him to pieces first.

Engaging in any population control was pure idiocy.

Although this world was fraught with sins, it was far better than being a dead silence.

Since he had cultivated a group of monster-level younger brothers and sisters, he had to find some fun for them, or find a target for venting.

Casually robbing the rich to help the poor was just a trivial matter done along the way.

Early the next morning, sunlight spilled into the room through the cracks of the curtains.

When Natasha opened her eyes, the room was already empty, and only the aroma of breakfast lingered in the air.

She got up and walked to the window, pulling open the curtains.

A new day had begun.

Clinton stared at the road surface, the tire marks heavily overlapping. Want to dig deep into details? There was no such condition.

The plate behind him had limited territory in **, unable to trace it to the root.

After a few seconds of silence, Clinton turned around and drilled into the driver's seat. The engine roared, and the car quickly drove into the urban area of Perm.

The rented apartment was located in an old neighborhood.

After circling the house a circle and confirming no probes in the dead corners, he pushed open the door and went in.

The communicator was pressed against his ear.

The instant the signal connected, a suppressed bass came out from the earpiece: "Clinton?"

"The target was hijacked." Clinton's tone was calm, "Disappeared without a trace."

"Were there any traces left?"

"Yes. Someone is snatching people. After the theater shootout, the other party left Perm from early morning to noon. The team of **, was intercepted and stopped by the roadside a dozen kilometers away."

The other end of the phone fell silent for a moment.

"Intervened?"

"Not a passerby. The information has been transmitted, and the methods are very wild."

The sound of keyboard clicking rang out.

A few seconds later, the opposite side let out a soft exclamation: "Mutant?"

"Judging from the scene, the possibility is very high."

"Keep watching. I will mobilize Agent there to support you."

"Received."

The call was cut off.

Clinton left no living mouths, crushed the communicator with one hand, stuffed the parts into a garbage bag, and casually threw it away.

A terrain map was spread out on the living room carpet.

The nib brushed past, marking Perm and the starting point. Extending along the highway route, it pointed to several surrounding cities.

His brows were tightly locked.

Is it a coincidence, or a setup?

Raindrops tapped against the window.

Bird song mixed with the drizzle, weaving a net outside this small building.

Natasha's eyelashes trembled.

The first second her consciousness returned, her pupils turned from unfocused to sharp. Her hand instinctively felt towards the bedside — that was the position of the Glock.

Her fingertips touched the cotton cloth, and her movements stagnated.

She withdrew her hand, lifted the quilt, and sat up. Morning light penetrated through the cracks of the curtains, illuminating the moist rain forest outside the window.

Children's frolicking sounds came from downstairs.

The corners of her mouth lifted imperceptibly.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of knocking on the door sounded.

Natasha raised her eyebrows, slipped into slippers, and pulled open the room door.

Standing outside the door was Wanda, with a brilliant smile: "Morning, Natasha."

"Morning."

Wanda looked Natasha up and down, a trace of banter flashing across the depths of her eyes.

"Look at your complexion, you slept quite soundly last night."

She smiled and handed over a stack of clothing, her tone as casual as if she were just sharing family matters.

"I didn't prepare new ones, just make do and wear mine first. The size might be a bit tight, don't mind."

As her words fell, Wanda deliberately pouted her lips, her gaze scanning around Natasha's body.

Although the two were of similar height, that curve... had indeed shrunk by a notch.

This made the young girl who was in the growth period feel inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart.

But on second thought, she was still growing her body, and there would be plenty of opportunities in the future, so there was no need to rush for a moment.

Natasha caught the girl's fleeting resentful expression, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

She took the clothes, expressed her thanks, and walked towards the bathroom along the way.

When she went downstairs after washing up, the aroma of breakfast had already permeated.

In the living room, the traces of Li Da and the other children were long gone, leaving only a few plates of freshly made meals.

It seemed this group of people not only got up early, but even finished their morning exercise.

"Good morning, Sister Natasha!"

The children had very sweet mouths, and greeted her enthusiastically when they saw her.

Natasha curved the corners of her mouth, responding gently to every greeting.

Wanda sat beside the main seat of the dining table, waved at her, signaling her to take a seat.

At this time, Li Da carried the last steaming dish out from the kitchen.

"Let's eat."

Following this order, everyone successively moved their chopsticks.

Watching Li Da's family eating heartily, Natasha's appetite was also piqued.

Her usually restrained appetite was completely let go at this moment, and she had a rare full meal.

After resting a bit after the meal, some of the children curled up on the sofa watching TV, some held game consoles without letting go, and others clamored to go out for a spring outing.

Li Da neatly changed into his equipment and pushed open the door to go out.

That back figure went straight to the back mountain.

Natasha hugged little Arina, her fingertips gently rubbing the child's soft hair.

She turned her head to look at Wanda, who was holding a milk cup with a cozy expression.

"Wanda, what did Li Da go to the back mountain to do early in the morning?"

Wanda swallowed a mouthful of milk and answered nonchalantly:

"Cultivation."

"Cultivation?" Natasha's eyebrows slightly raised.

"That's right."

Wanda put down the cup, and her eyes became serious.

"In this world, strength is the foundation of standing firm. Every one of us must cultivate, and you are no exception."

Hearing these words, the expectation deep in Natasha's heart was instantly ignited.

The fine rain was like silk, drizzling by the waterfall in the back mountain.

The muddy ground appeared moist and muddy due to the rainwater soaking.

But for Natasha and Wanda, this was simply not any obstacle.

On the contrary, Natasha's heartbeat was a bit more hurried than the sound of the rain.

Because today, Wanda was going to teach her the real introductory technique — — Breathing Technique.

Wanda stood in the rain, her expression solemn.

"The core of the Breathing Technique lies in rhythm."

Her voice pierced through the rain curtain, clearly drilling into Natasha's ears.

"Inhaling and exhaling air through a specific frequency, forcibly pumping a large amount of oxygen into the cells of the whole body."

"To temper cardiopulmonary function and consolidate the most basic physical fitness."

Natasha concentrated fully, listening without missing a single word.

"The source of this technique comes from an ancient Eastern country."

Wanda paused and uttered four words:

"Sun Breathing."

Matching a gray hoodie with sports sweatpants, Wanda's look didn't look much different from an ordinary high school student.

She briefly explained the ways of the Breathing Technique in a few words, and raised her hand to point across the river.

Natasha looked along the line of sight, and ripples instantly surged in the depths of her eyes.

Those few children on the opposite bank were gritting their teeth and stubbornly fighting through training.

Regardless of age, whether it was Sergei or Arina who was only ten years old, their movements were so uniform that it made one's scalp tingle.