Agent Romanoff took out the pistol from her waist, rolled to the door and squatted down to wait. Before the enemy who broke into the room could react, she used her amazing flexibility to raise her legs and kick away the enemy's pistol.
Then she gave the killer a heel on his chin. Then she wrapped around him like a dexterous snake and threw the enemy to the ground.
She first hit the unlucky guy on the neck with the heel of her palm, and then used ground skills to restrict the opponent's movements while the opponent was in great pain, trying to strangle the opponent unconscious - but her enemy suffered a heavy blow to the trachea.
He still insisted on fighting. His face was flushed and he made a hissing sound. His other palm slapped the ground crazily. Natasha Romanov could see a small knife slowly coming out of the cuff from the corner of her eye.
comes off while her enemies are trying to hold it.
"Don't move if you don't want to die!" She didn't waste any time, and immediately pointed the gun at the killer who was pressed under her body and issued a threat. However, the enemy did not want to submit and still tried to pull out the knife tied to his wrist.
To fight back, Natasha Romanov had to use her left leg to press the opponent's right arm, step on the enemy's other wrist with her right foot, and then slam the magazine on the killer's forehead.
As expected, she found nothing on the enemy that could prove his identity. This was a black operation and someone wanted to silence him.
"This place is busier than I thought!" she thought through gritted teeth.
After taking care of the enemy, she quickly got up and took a look outside at the risk of being sniped.
The thick smoke that shrouded the corridor of the apartment rented by the Winter Soldier has dissipated, but neither the Winter Soldier nor the killer disguised as a couple has disappeared, and even the porter who was shot and fell to the ground has disappeared. Then there is a nearby building.
The window where someone had set up a sniper rifle showed no signs of getting information except for the window glass she shattered with her gun and the white curtains fluttering in the wind. After investigating the situation, she immediately retracted and walked along the corridor.
Stairs. As she approached the door of the hotel, she slowed down and hid the pistol again, pretending to know nothing like the panicked travelers nearby, and disappeared like a drop of water melting into the ocean.
"You're late, Natasha." Steve Rogers said with a helpless expression while holding a cup of coffee, "You should have left earlier than us!"
"Women need time to put on makeup when going out." Natasha Romanov made a very perfunctory excuse.
She changed her clothes in the safe house without letting anyone know what she had experienced before. When she took the plane to Romania, no one could tell that she had experienced a battle three hours ago.
Agent Romanoff never mentioned anything about the Winter Soldier, even though she knew that this was the news that Steve Rogers really cared about - this was the only time she caught traces of the Winter Soldier in half a month. If
It would be impossible if she didn't have any resentment for the failure of this mission, but she also realized that someone was also hunting down the Winter Soldier, and the methods were more secretive and powerful. She couldn't imagine that the information the Winter Soldier knew would be revealed to others.
What would happen if she obtained it, and she could only rely on herself to solve this matter, otherwise what awaited the Avengers would be a tragic internal strife. After reporting the pre-mission information as usual, she rushed to the Quinjet.
The Makmov siblings on the ramp hatch raised their eyebrows and asked Rogers with their eyes.
"They have a little conflict." Captain Rogers was very helpless, "I'm just waiting for you to help persuade!"
Agent Romanoff rolled her eyes. It would be better for the Avengers to be renamed Natasha Romanoff and a bunch of useless men. "Okay, get out of the way, big boy." She patted Rogers, "Mom
Here to help.”
The black kitten used its sharp claws to gently stir the silver-white threads in the silver mirror. However, the next moment it couldn't bear the influence of its nature. The little cat's claws shook desperately to try to shake off the water droplets, and stuck out its little tongue.
Salomon began to lick his paws. Salomon moved the silver mirror aside to avoid being disturbed by Bastet's messenger. A minute ago, this little black cat, who looked small but had the power of an adult cat, put an ink bottle and an
The glass and a pen were set off the table. Salomon listened to the sound of glassware smashing on the ground but could not be distracted. He could only concentrate on guiding the killers' actions through the pictures displayed in the silver mirror, which made his blood pressure rise.
It's already extremely high.
"I'm working!"
"I can't control it, I'm just a cat!" Bastet said in a sullen voice, "The cat just wants to do this, and it doesn't have any bad intentions!"
"If you break another glass, I will put you in a cage!" Salomon picked up the back of the little cat's neck, raised the little coal ball with its tongue out in front of him, and stared at the ordinary pair of
Golden eyes that no cat would have. "I have given the documents to the Winter Soldier in a way that leaves no room for suspicion. I don't want your protection of the King of Wakanda to still be there when he takes action. Remember our agreement.
, I will give you more faith power, the faith of the entire Wakanda tribe belongs to you, but you also have to help me annex Wakanda’s industry.”
"I know, meow~" The little black cat scratched the air randomly, seeming to be very dissatisfied with the mystic mage's actions.
It is hard to imagine that such a bloody and terrifying conspiracy could be brewed in this warm and lovely scene. In order to achieve the task of not letting the Winter Soldier suspect and guiding him to key positions, Salomon forcibly controlled the minds of several killers and used most of them to
At the cost of casualties, he killed the forces that were also hunting the Winter Soldier, and handed a confidential document into the hands of the Winter Soldier as a trophy - this was the first time that he manipulated the minds of others to complete a mission, which was very important to him.
It was still a fresh experience. Although these mercenaries were expendable chess pieces, Salomon still cherished the value of every chess piece. If Bast failed to do it, he would not let it go so easily.
Now he has another heir with a claim to the throne of Wakanda, and that needs to work out well too.
Salomon sneered and took out a pair of pliers with a small LED light bulb from the drawer. Although Bastet resisted violently and screamed horribly, Salomon still trimmed her nails so that they would not scratch anything.
He looked and moved skillfully just like he usually trimmed the Cheshire Cat's nails. Even though Bastet's fangs had dug into the skin of his hand, he didn't let go.
After doing all this, Salomon threw the little kitten on the sofa in the office, as if nothing had happened.
The little black cat was grinding his nails on the sofa sadly, as if something unacceptable had just happened. However, after a while, it forgot about Salomon's previous actions, as if it didn't mind Salomon at all.
It was like Meng was trimming its nails. It lay down lazily. "I can give you something extra first." It said, "You know, I can have the ability to make the relationship between husband and wife more harmonious. Although
This is something outside the agreement, but I can give it to you. After all, you have two lovers, so you must be in great need of this magic!"