“I don’t know what those idiots are thinking?! Idiots! Wasting taxpayers’ money!” The young beauty Natasha vented, blending in just like any ordinary American, ranting about the White House and the FBI in typical daily fashion.
Bella also felt wronged; just walking down the street, she encountered robbers trying to steal a toy car, and then she got swept into an even more giant maelstrom. Does Black Widow have a natural disaster-attracting aura? Maybe she should keep her distance in the future?
Thinking about the toy car, she couldn’t help but ask, “What was actually inside that toy car?”
“A main control circuit board for a missile. Have you heard of Stark Industries?”
“I suppose I have.”
Natasha sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a pillow. From Bella’s angle, the curvature of Natasha’s back appeared exceptionally soft.
Natasha looked back at her, her eyes bright with a charm that seemed to captivate both men and women, “Do you know about their company’s latest development in trackable missiles?”
Why would a beauty get so excited about missiles?
Through interaction and conversation, Bella had confirmed Natasha’s age, discovering she was just a year younger than herself—a tender-aged Black Widow.
Natasha was incredibly knowledgeable for her age and well-versed in mechanical engineering, biomedical sciences, cosmic velocities, and quantum physics; she could chat about anything.
She loved new things and craved excitement, a trait that couldn’t be concealed no matter what.
“I don’t know much about missiles; can you explain more?”
“Sure!”
Like a slightly unorthodox military enthusiast, Natasha recited the missile parameters she knew.
In 2000, the internet wasn’t as developed, and even if it had been, such cutting-edge technological data wouldn’t be accessible to the public; she could only speak generally.
Bella might not understand missiles, but she understood people.
“I get what those FBI guys are thinking now; they’re pretty clever.”
The next day, her suspicions were confirmed. A department head at Stark Industries verified the authenticity of the chip, and then the FBI released a preliminary report linking conjecture with reality.
Someone had stolen the missile control circuit board and disguised it in a toy car, picking up the wrong bag during baggage claim—that was the sequence of events on Natasha’s side, clear and straightforward.
On Bella’s side, the plane crash was much more complicated.
There were various theories about the cause of the crash, but the FBI preliminarily determined it was a missile attack. Why?
Weren’t there a group of people stealing missile components at the scene? If they could steal a circuit board, they could steal a missile. Seeing the circuit board scheme fail, perhaps their accomplices attacked the plane to hide their true motives!
A report filled with ‘perhaps,’ ‘suspected,’ ‘out of the blue,’ and ‘possible’ was officially released.
In the end, the four individuals involved in the toy car theft were deemed significant in the Flight 180 crash, especially with one still at large and potential buyers behind them. Digging deeper into this thread would undoubtedly unearth something.
And these findings were enough to close the case.
Stark Industries thought it beneficial for the government to provide personnel and resources to help find the masterminds behind the scenes and hesitantly agreed to the report.
Compensation for the victims and survivors was considered the airline’s responsibility.
After two days of investigation and negotiation, all parties were somewhat satisfied, and the incident moved into its second phase. Bella and the others were allowed to go home.
Many of the students on the flight, including Bella, were minors and required a guardian’s presence to sign some documents.
Bella’s mother had already gone on vacation to California and had turned off her phone, so they had to get her sheriff’s father to come and sign.
What did her real father even look like? Bella suddenly realized she had never actually seen her dad. She had only been in this world for five days!
Deliberately dawdling for a while, she waited until the other students had met with their parents before she stepped out of the room.
The only man left outside must be her father, right? He must be pretty anxious by now. He would likely rush over to hug her as soon as she appeared, smoothly handling that part of the reunion.
Her plan was good, but unfortunately, there was a slight mishap.
“Haha, I must say, Samantha, your town is quite nice. In Fox Town, I’m the only sheriff,” said the middle-aged man with a goatee, chatting with Natasha’s mom.
Natasha’s mom was also quite attractive, with a stunning figure, and she laughed brightly: “Peter is honestly a bit dim, not much help to offer. Are there bears outside Fox Town? That’s truly incredible!”
The man with the goatee spoke with pride, “Not just bears. One of my old buddies is a Native American. They say you can even see wolves in the winter.”
“That is interesting!”
“Yes, the last time we went into the forest…”
When Bella and Natasha came out, they saw the two sheriffs chatting animatedly, simply making a gun-aiming gesture to share a knowing laugh. If it weren’t for the relatives of the plane crash victims around, they would have burst out laughing.
“Is that your dad?” Natasha asked, tilting her head.
I don’t know if this is my dad or not! It’s my first time seeing him too! Bella recalled the photos she had seen. The man in the images was younger and slightly more brooding, not as mature as this middle-aged man.
But he was close enough, and no other men around looked similar.
Responding to Natasha’s question, she shrugged, “Isn’t it obvious?”
The two sighed together.
“Your dad’s quite handsome. What caused him and your mom to divorce? Was it a mismatch?” Natasha asked.
Bella momentarily recalled the content from her predecessor’s diary: “He was thought to lack a zest for life. My mom loved everything about big city life—parties, shopping, the beach, while my dad only liked fishing and hunting. They just couldn’t enjoy the same things.”
Natasha placed her right index finger on her lips, “No wonder your dad and my mom have similar interests.”
Natasha and Bella had discussed their family situations. Her mother’s marriage was also a disaster; her first husband was handsome but had issues with alcohol, was irritable, and didn’t work. After having Natasha, the marriage quickly ended.
Her second husband, the current one, was an ordinary company employee. The man brought a son, and the woman brought Natasha. Both got a child into the new family, and soon after, they had a child together, Natasha’s mischievous younger brother. Such blended families were quite common here, with no blood relation between some members.
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