Chapter 532: Who Made Schiller Want to Kill? (Part 2)

At the Avengers base, Natasha took the Red Banner medal and saw the wear marks on it. Her eyes widened.

"How is it? Is it real?" Steve asked.

Natasha opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I haven't received this medal, and the history of the Red Banner medal is very long, and there are many versions. However, judging from these wear marks, it shouldn't be a souvenir..."

"The issuance volume of the Red Banner medal is very large, and it can now be found on the market. There shouldn't be anyone specifically making fakes, right?"

After saying this, Natasha weighed the medal somewhat puzzled and looked at Steve, saying, "Are you planning to join the Communists now? Isn't it a bit late?"

"Don't joke." Steve said with a somewhat serious expression, "We found this in the office of Schiller's nursing home. Now we suspect that his wife might be of the same era as you, and she also accepted genetic modification. Maybe she also came out of the Red Room..."

"Impossible." Natasha immediately denied this point. After saying that, she cast her gaze toward the medal. Steve looked at her beautiful face but didn't see any expression on it. This female agent had always been able to control her emotions very well.

"Perhaps you don't understand what happened then, and I don't want to talk much about it because it has been a long time. However, no matter what, it is impossible for anyone other than me to obtain immortality through modification."

Natasha took a deep breath and slowly began her narration:

"I was born in Stalingrad in 1928. At that time, the Soviet Union's first Five-Year Plan had just begun, and everything was in the starting stage, including intelligence work."

"There is no country in this world that does not need agents. After realizing this problem, they began to select talented children for cultivation, and I was the one who accepted the modification afterward."

"What about the children who accepted the modification with you?"

"There were no children who accepted the modification with me." Natasha sighed and looked at Stark, saying, "At that time, World War II had already broken out, and Stalingrad became the front-line battlefield. The Soviet Union put all its efforts into the war, and the intelligence center tilted toward the wartime intelligence department. The Red Room project had already been shelved."

"And, at that time, the level of technology was not so developed. I was the only one who accepted the modification. Very fortunately, the modification was successful."

"You can understand it this way: my encounter is the same as Captain America's. We are both super soldiers born for war. Such success is not replicable. America has no second Captain America, and the Soviet Union has no second Black Widow."

Natasha's words convinced Steve because Steve himself knew that the super soldier serum only succeeded in him at that time. 70 years had passed, and there was still only one Captain America.

If one had to say the reason, besides luck, there was also the reason that the technology of that era was indeed not so developed. Steve remembered that before the experiment started, he heard the staff say that this was a project with huge investment, and it even almost dragged down the Army's economy because of this, but in the end, there was only this one successful case.

At that time, although America was not as wealthy as it is now, the Soviet Union was the same, and the Soviet Union still had to face enemies on the front-line battlefield. I am afraid that the hands were tighter, and it was normal for the strategy not to tilt toward this aspect.

"Or, in other words..." Natasha hugged her arms and said, "If at that time, they could have produced a company of me, how could the front line have been fought so tragically?"

Stark and Steve both nodded. At this time, Stark suddenly asked, "Is it because they did human experiments on you and risked your life that you defected?"

A "Pfft" sound came from Natasha's mouth. She said, "You don't know how happy I was when they notified me that I had been selected as an experimental subject. That was the happiest day of my life because I thought I could finally use this powerful strength to dedicate my life to this great country."

Stark saw Steve turn his head away, his face revealing some moving expression. Clearly, he understood Natasha's past better.

"Essentially, there is no difference between me and Steve. You have no position to blame anyone for risking human lives because Captain America is also a product of human experiments. We were all created to deal with war, and there is no difference in status. What is different is that your home is still there, while I..."

Natasha shook her head. Stark saw that when Natasha looked at the medal again, there were some different emotions in her eyes.

But soon, the female agent restrained her expression and said, "I think your speculation is complete nonsense. You Americans like these dog-blood plots."

"First, I am the only one who obtained the immortality gene. Other Red Room agents have long since passed away."

"Second..." Natasha pinched the medal with two fingers and put it in front of her eyes, then said, "Do you think anyone can get this medal?"

"I admit that the later Soviet Union did like to issue medals indiscriminately, but judging from the manufacturing process of this medal, it should belong to the early Red Banner medal, and the weight is still very sufficient."

"And what you don't understand is that engaging in intelligence work, wanting to get the Red Banner medal, is very difficult. You must make a huge contribution to have a possibility. The Cambridge Five, you should know, right?"

Stark and Steve both nodded. Natasha said, "Harold Kim Philby, the most famous of the Cambridge Five, is the owner of the Red Banner medal, and how great his contribution is, I don't need to say more, right?"

Natasha shook her head and said, "I consider myself a leader in the Soviet intelligence community before I left the Red Room, and even I did more than agents. I also participated in the war, but I didn't get this medal."

"If at that time, another female agent got this medal, then I would definitely know, and if there really was such an excellent female agent, we would definitely be very familiar with each other, but as far as I know, there is no such person."

The reasoning fell into a stalemate again. Stark and Steve both fell into thought. At this time, Natasha suddenly said:

"The story you made up is quite dog-blood, it's just not very consistent with reality. There are too many far-fetched places in it, whether it is time or space, there are many loopholes."

"In my opinion, the matter is very simple." Natasha speculated, "You said he was an antisocial personality in his teenage years, and in the end, I don't know how he was cured."

"Let's put it this way, if there really is such a powerful psychologist in this world, at least they must be an academic authority. How could you not have heard of their name?"

"Female, Soviet agent, well-known scholar in the field of psychology, immortal, patient with neurodegenerative disease... Each of these items is a low-probability event. You should know very well how high the probability of overlapping is."

"I think Schiller might not have been cured by others. It is very likely that he self-healed."

"But Schiller emphasized to us many times that a doctor cannot heal himself." Steve proposed.

"But he is also not self-healed. Is there a possibility that he was actually cured by some kind of spirit and ideal?"

Steve and Stark were both stunned. Clearly, they thought of some things. Stark wanted to open his mouth to question, but Steve said, "Indeed, this is very possible."

"You wouldn't be saying that Schiller is actually this Soviet agent, he was called by Communism, and then joined the KGB?" Stark's tone revealed absurdity.

"Is such a thing rare?" Natasha asked back, "In that era, this kind of person was countless. Even if I have been conducting intelligence work in other countries, I also know that the vast majority of my peers were like this, following one after another..."

At this time, Stark heard Steve sigh. His tone was somewhat low, revealing the unique sense of the era when recalling the past. He said, "That's right, perhaps it might be very difficult for you to imagine, that was an era full of idealists."

"Every Soviet person I knew, when talking about their country, had light radiating from their eyes. Since then, I have never seen such pure light of ideals again."

"Perhaps, we cannot understand and agree with that kind of doctrine, but there is a reason why that country would be so powerful."

Stark fell silent. The sound of his battle suit "beep-beep" echoed in his ears. As someone who had not experienced that era, it was indeed difficult to imagine.

However, historical data page by page flashed before his eyes. What was recorded on it were all examples, even more exaggerated than the stories they heard, following one after another, a single spark can start a prairie fire...

But standing downstream of history, Stark already knew the fate of the behemoth that was once powerful enough to stand at the pinnacle of the Earth. He looked at Natasha.

At this moment, Natasha was staring at the badge in her hand in a daze. Stark felt that he had a hallucination because he saw a trace of longing in Natasha's eyes.

He didn't know how many times he had heard Natasha curse that country. That was definitely not a disguise. It could be said that even if he, an American, were to curse, he wouldn't have such true feelings.

What was she hating? And what was she nostalgic for?

Seeing Natasha's performance like this, Stark instead believed it a bit. Perhaps those glorious years that once existed became the pride of their whole life, and also became the nightmare of their whole life.

Stark looked down at the folder again. Was Schiller like this too?

That so-called lover did not exist. What he loved, what had cured him, what had pulled him back from the edge of the abyss, was the campfire lit on the Siberian snowfield, the shining brilliance under the red flag.

And now, what made him painful, what he couldn't let go of for a long time, what he could never forget, was this long-worn red medal.

It could be said that what they saw in Schiller's Mind Palace before, and what they speculated, could only be called guesses, and now the only physical evidence was this document and this medal.

If there was anything that was uniquely determined, it was that Schiller indeed possessed this red medal, indeed had read this once-important list, and indeed had a relationship with that country that had already died.

Then perhaps, the only real harm came from this, and it could not be cured.

Stark and Steve both thought of this point.

In Schiller's Mind Palace, after seeing that tragedy, they felt that if they had to choose between the collapse of the spiritual pillar and death, they would choose the latter.

But now it seemed that it might not count as the collapse of the spiritual pillar. After this, there were still deeper disasters.

"I think he doesn't need to be treated." Natasha was clearly talking about Schiller, but Stark heard her talking about herself.

"Guard is here"

"If he is really sick because of this, then he doesn't need to be treated, cannot be treated, and no one is qualified to treat him."

Steve and Stark were silent for a while. Suddenly, Stark seemed to remember something and said, "Wait a minute, if the stories of his parents and wife are not true, then who does he want to resurrect?"

Steve's eyes widened, and he looked at Stark. Both of them suddenly had a bad premonition.

Steve said at a fast speed, "I remember he already hung that God of Death on a coconut tree. Facing the threat of death, that God of Death didn't help him resurrect the object he wanted to resurrect, which means that object might be impossible to be resurrected..."

"Or rather, even the God of Death cannot resurrect it, then there is only..."

Stark and Steve turned around quickly. Natasha called them from behind: "Wait! The matter of Hydra and Baron Baron Zemo!"

Stark turned around, reached out his hand and said, "Do you think Hydra is still important now?"

Even Steve said, "I know Hydra. At most, they will resurrect Red Skull. At worst, I will fight him again. But if Schiller wants to resurrect the Soviet Union... God! Stark! Hurry up and drive, go to the hospital!

!"

The two left in a hurry, not even bothering to take the folder and the medal. After they left, Natasha fiddled with the medal and then took out her mobile phone and called Nick.

"Hello? Director, I guided them as you said. They should believe it. However, the stories of Schiller's parents and wife are quite real. Are they really not..."

A cold snort came from the other end of the phone. He said:

"Wife? He has a fart of a wife! It is estimated that even the stories of his parents were performed by him. It only deceives heroes like Iron Man and Captain America who have overflowing sympathy."

"He has been hanging out with Loki and Stephen recently. He must have found another unlucky guy to pit. Mental illness? He will only get mental illness because he can't cheat money!"

"Using fake death and the outbreak of demons to force me to reveal the Helicarrier, yesterday, the annoying military still took away one of my carriers!"

"And, Schiller also killed Baron Baron Zemo. Without this great enemy, what should I do about my funding at the beginning of next year?!"

"Those three scammers who lack virtue actually still want to fool Iron Man and Captain America into working for them? No way!"

Natasha shook her head. Apparently, she didn't agree with the number "three scammers".

Natasha fiddled with the medal and said, "Honestly, Director, where did you get the early version of the Red Banner medal? This thing is not easy to find."

"Red Banner medal? What Red Banner medal? What I got was clearly the Order of the Patriotic War. This kind of medal is everywhere. I collected one with good quality and let Coulson send it over... Coulson! Coulson! What's going on? Did you send the wrong medal?"

"You haven't sent it yet?? What are you doing?! Wait, your medal wasn't sent over, then Natasha there... Hello! Hello?... Natasha, are you listening?"

"Clatter!" The medal fell to the table. Natasha slowly lowered her head, looked at the document left on the table, and was dumbfounded. ===== CHAPTER 533 =====