Chapter 2182 The Battle of Two Cities! (Fifty)
Natasha crawled out of the rubble in disgrace. The smoke and dust in front of her eyes had not dispersed, but she could vaguely see Stark lying further away. She thought so. According to the information given by the behavioral analysis technology department,
It shows that this evil Iron Man has no special abilities and is not a superpower.
It was best to seize this opportunity to catch him. Natasha ignored the pain in her chest and arms, propped up her body and jumped out of the ruins. Then she discovered that a long gash had been cut on the back of her forearm.
Judging from the shape of the wound, it should have been scratched by shrapnel.
"Damn it, how could someone throw a frag grenade in a street fight?" Natasha cursed another Russian curse under her breath, controlled her weight and stood up straight, and then found that her ankle was also sprained, and it was already very swollen.
She took a deep breath and concentrated. In the past, doing this could speed up the healing of the wound, but she didn't have time to rest at all. Stark was lying at the entrance of the alley with his life and death unknown. If another grenade came, he would be completely fooled.
It's over.
Natasha staggered towards that direction. Just halfway, a smoking grenade rolled behind her. Natasha took a breath of air and rushed forward.
On top of Stark.
There was another explosion, and the smoke dispersed. Natasha had a twenty-centimeter gash on her back, shrapnel fragments were also embedded in her thighs, and her forehead hit the fragments and she was bleeding.
After Stark, who had been stunned by the explosion, woke up, he saw that the originally beautiful female agent looked like an evil ghost who had just climbed out of hell, with blood all over her head and face.
He instinctively took a short breath, and when he saw Natasha's murderous gaze, he calmed down a little, and then realized that the female agent was injured to protect him.
"You got the order to capture me alive, right?" Stark curled his lips and said.
"We can't afford to lose another richest man in the world, so hurry up."
After suffering such a serious injury, Natasha was still able to stand up. She took a deep breath, and after standing up, she pulled Stark up. Stark was embarrassed to find that the other party definitely found that his legs were weak.
of this fact.
Natasha didn't care at all, so she pulled Stark towards the nearest alley. After walking a few steps, she heard another bang. Stark turned around with a look of horror and found that
It turned out that a building less than 200 meters away from them collapsed.
"Where is your mecha?" Natasha asked without looking back.
"There is no energy." Stark replied emotionlessly, and then said: "You are not the only ones chasing me, Osborn wants me dead more than anyone else."
Natasha, who was limping forward, turned to look at Stark and found no injuries on him. Then she turned back and continued walking and said, "You really picked a good place."
"Thank you, but I just got here." Stark followed Natasha into the alley and said, "Osborn and Hammer Military Industries' robot was knocked down by something, I don't know.
Only then can I have a chance to hide here temporarily."
"Because I made their equipment."
Stark also stuck his head out, rolled his eyes upward, looked across from the top of his eyes and said: "This thing is a police armored vehicle, but it is painted in jungle camouflage. Those who don't know may think it is from the Vietnam battlefield."
Removed."
"Who are these guys? Where did they get such a big thing?" Natasha asked in confusion.
"The logistics department is leaking like a sieve, and so is your S.H.I.E.L.D. team." Stark sat down against the wall, raised his head and said, "What are armored vehicles? Their ability is to get tanks."
Rumble...
Stark suddenly raised his head, and a huge tank appeared in his field of vision, running through the street like a beast.
"Is this a fucking German Panther tank??!!" Stark raised his voice and said, "How did they transport this thing in?! Where is the customs?!!"
boom!!!
The tank's main gun opened fire, and a shell instantly collapsed the two-story building next to it. Now they finally knew how the building collapsed just now.
The two of them had their backs pressed straight against the building, fearing that observers would spot them through the telescope. Stark took a deep breath and turned to look at Natasha, "When will support from SHIELD arrive?"
"Who said they would never be... fed by us? Coulson? Yes, I just sent a request for fire support. Yes, I have captured Stark. We need to get out of here."
"What? Send a helicopter? No, no, no, fire support first... They are already here?!"
Natasha turned to look at the horizon. A small armed helicopter belonging to SHIELD, usually an embedded type used to pick up agents and mission targets, was slowly flying towards this side.
I saw flames bursting out in the gaps between the buildings. Even those who were not agents or weapons masters could tell that it was machine gun fire. The armed helicopter, which was flying at a very low altitude, fell down without any surprise.
Natasha slapped her on the forehead.
"Colson, Colson, when you hear the reply, don't worry about the helicopter gunship support. Send bombers over to clear the road."
There was silence on the other end of the communicator for a while, and Natasha knew that it must be Coulson who went to ask his superiors for instructions. Sure enough, after a while Coulson said in a heavy tone: "No, the mission level is not high enough, and we cannot release the fire safety.
The hangar cannot be opened."
"Shit Nick!" Natasha cursed through gritted teeth.
The next second Nick's voice came from the intercom, as calm as ever, "Listen, Natasha, that's not our territory. Even if we can open the hangar, we can't send bombers there to clean the ground."
"Because you want to fucking win the election!!!" Natasha growled into the intercom: "But let me tell you, there are no civilians here at all, and each of them has as many weapons as New Jersey allows.
More than ten times the upper limit.”
"But I am obviously not a pro-military person... Now is not the time to talk about this. I just learned that a group of New York demonstrators entered your neighborhood. They called the police and reported that they had been massacred by the military. You understand what I mean.
mean."
Natasha narrowed her eyes in pain and asked, "Approximately how many people are there?"
"A conservative estimate is two thousand people."
“You don’t fucking want me to silence two thousand people, do you?!!”
Nick sighed and said, "You have to prove it wasn't us."
"Since when did you wear pants with the military?"
"I mean it was not done by people from our planet. This is a key point in the war of public opinion. You must help us win against him."
Natasha rubbed her temples vigorously and said, "What do you want me to do?"
"No matter how we explain it, they will definitely think that the city government committed a massacre in order to oppress them and prevent them from speaking out, so we only need to first..."
Just as she said this, a crackling sound came. Natasha frowned and patted the communicator in confusion, saying: "What the hell? But why is the exclusive satellite channel still being interfered with? What does the technical department do?
food?"
"Hey!!!"
The sudden shout startled Natasha, and a familiar and unfamiliar voice soon came from the communicator, but it was not just the communicator, the TV in the window, the radio on the balcony on the second floor, and the radio in the distance.
A voice appeared on all the screens in the building at the same time.
"Welcome to Gotham, dear listeners, we are now paying attention to the traditional festival in Gotham's old city - the Deer Hunt."
"Every spring, er, I mean, summer, autumn? Yes, that's right, it's autumn. When autumn comes, a group of ignorant and hungry deer will stray into the hunting grounds of the old city."
"Innocent and stupid, defenseless, tender and juicy, of course, their appearance may be different from the common moose, elk, and reindeer, but please don't doubt it, they are just cute little deer."
"The customs of this festival, well, how should I put it, may be a bit loose and sloppy, but I still have to say, of course, the more you fucking kill, the better you will be!!!"
"Go, hungry wolves! Use your fangs and sharp teeth to tear apart the prey and fill your rumbling stomachs. The winner will become the best - hunter!!!!"
The radio signal was cut off.
At this moment, Natasha heard cheers like howling like ghosts and wolves howling from all the surrounding buildings. In these boiling shouts, war was coming.
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