A Cobra soldier wearing a black mask is shooting at a fleeing SHIELD agent.
“Da da da—”
Dense bullets spurted out from the muzzle of his gun, instantly turning the SHIELD agent, who had no time to dodge, into a hornet's nest.
While changing the magazine, he slowly walked towards the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who was shot. When passing by a sofa for rest, a big hand suddenly stretched out from below, grabbed his ankle and pulled it hard.
The unstable Cobra soldier was directly pulled down by a huge force and dragged under the sofa shelter.
Phew!
Hawkeye raised his hand and put the cocktail glass in his right hand into the gangster's neck with his left elbow.
One, two, three times - Hawkeye didn't stop until the gangster's neck was stabbed to pieces.
He wiped the blood splattered on his face, threw away the glass shards, picked up the gun from the gangster's hand, and took out two spare magazines from his waist.
Kaka!
Hawkeye checked the plastic assault rifle in his hand, then he half-crouched and stood up, just as he was about to fight back, when he saw through the sofa several gangsters aiming their guns at him.
"Fuck!" Hawkeye turned over and lay on the ground, raising his hand to press the bandit's body on himself.
“Da da da da—”
A dense barrage of bullets enveloped the sofa area, leaving holes all over the sofa and white cotton flying everywhere.
Hawkeye could feel the shock of the bullet passing through the sofa and hitting the human shield above him.
But he was not panicked. In his years as an agent, Hawkeye had encountered many situations more dangerous than this.
It's a pity that I don't have the bow and arrow with me.
Hawkeye gripped the gun in his hand and pricked up his ears, wanting to wait for the enemy to change magazines so that he could rush out, but after listening for a long time, he only heard gunshots and footsteps getting closer and closer.
It was obvious that the enemy was much smarter than he thought.
Several Cobra soldiers took turns changing magazines and shooting while surrounding the sofa!
Soon, they approached the sofa.
Hawkeye listened to the approaching footsteps, grabbed the gun in his hand, raised his knees slightly, and planned to kick the riddled body away from the gangsters to attract their attention, and then shoot.
bite!
Then, Hawkeye, who was ready to strike, heard the sound of the grenade pull ring being pulled.
Hawkeye's reaction was also quick. He raised his knee and kicked the corpse with great force, sending it flying. He pushed forward with both hands and rushed backwards close to the ground.
However, the friction of the ground covered with thick cashmere carpet was not as smooth as Hawkeye had imagined.
He relied on the support of his hands and only jumped out two steps.
"boom!"
Fortunately, the body of the Cobra soldier kicked away by Hawkeye just happened to block the all-plastic grenade.
Perhaps because there were no steel balls in the grenade, the explosion range of the grenade was not large. A plastic shrapnel from the explosion brushed past Hawkeye's arm, leaving a bloody mark on his arm.
Ding ding ding ding—
Before Hawkeye could catch his breath, the sound of several grenade pull rings being pulled rang in his ears.
“Bang, bang, bang—”
Hawkeye suddenly jumped up and was about to fire the 3D printed all-plastic rifle in his hand, but someone got there first and killed the Cobra soldier who pulled out the grenade with a few shots.
“Boom boom boom—”
There were four explosions in succession, and the strong shock wave blew the entire sofa up into the air.
Hawkeye rolled over and dodged to the side, where he bumped into Natasha who had come to support him. The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, leaning against the long table where cocktails were placed at the party.
"Agent Barton, did you miss me?"
Natasha was wearing a red dress that was torn to her thighs to facilitate movement. She was holding two black extended Glock pistols in her hands, looking heroic.
She looked around warily, tilted her head and teased Hawkeye.
"As soon as I heard the Glock gunshot, I knew it was you!"
Hawkeye was also on guard while replying to Natasha. At the same time, he was a little confused:
"Aren't you protecting the president? Why are you here?"
"President, our president is almost dead!" Natasha said, tilting her head, "He doesn't need our protection now."
"What's going on?" Hawkeye listened to the chaotic footsteps outside after the explosion, stuck his head out, looked at the enemies scattered around the party, and had the leisure to ask Natasha about what happened.
The explosion of several grenades took away six or seven gangsters, but the number of gangsters in the entire hall did not decrease. Instead, there were more guys wearing ** military uniforms and holding samurai swords.
"Someone tampered with the elevator leading to the underground safe house. If it weren't for the King of Wakanda,
Tomorrow the headlines around the world will be that the President of the Federation died in an elevator accident!
This is much funnier than dying in a terrorist attack!"
The footsteps outside became more and more frequent, and Natasha's voice became much quieter. She held the two guns in her hands and evened her breathing:
"We can't go to the underground safe house, so we can only hold on. I hope the reinforcements outside can help us. It's still the same as before, you on the left and I on the right!"
"What is your Glock made of?"
Just as Natasha was regulating her breathing, listening to the footsteps getting closer, and was about to get up, Hawkeye grabbed her.
"What?" Natasha was a little confused. She followed Hawkeye's gaze and saw two balls of silver liquid wrapping around her beloved guns, which swallowed up her two Krogers in a few seconds.
Natasha hurriedly threw two balls of silver liquid onto the cashmere carpet, and watched the two balls of silver liquid merge into one, wriggling and disappearing into the cracks in the carpet.
"What is this?" Natasha asked with some fear. If Hawkeye hadn't reminded her just now, she would have been shot into a hornet's nest if she hadn't gotten up and had lost her pistol.
"It should be some kind of black technology weapon. It looks like it can eat metal, but it is harmless to the human body. The guns in these people's hands are all 3D printed plastic products. We are in trouble!"
... ..
Another person who feels he is in trouble is our Secretary of State.
A few minutes ago
Originally, at the moment when the elevator went out of control, Francis could already imagine himself sitting in his office in the White House working, although there was the little episode of Tang Song in the middle.
But Francis believed he could solve this problem.
Just as he was secretly feeling proud of himself, he didn't notice the frowning expression on Tang Song's face beside him.
"Really? It's in the way!"
Tang Song's spiritual consciousness looked through the elevator and saw the black figure in the elevator shaft. He muttered to himself.
The violent vibration and the sound of the rapidly falling elevator scared all the people surrounding the elevator. At once, the people gathered around the elevator scattered, revealing a large open space.
Several presidential bodyguards stepped forward and grabbed the elevator door, trying to open it, but this kind of elevator leading to the underground safe house has an extremely high security level.
Not to mention using their hands, even if they used professional tools, it would take them at least an hour or two to open it.
Just when this group of people were at a loss, the silver-white elevator car was suddenly pierced by five black claws!
The bodyguards were frightened by the five sudden claws. They retreated vigilantly, drew their pistols and pointed them at the elevator door.
"Don't act rashly, put down your guns!"
At this time, four black women from Wakanda squeezed out of the crowd and pointed their spears, which were flashing with blue light, at the bodyguards.
"Captain of the Guards, what does this mean? I need an explanation!"
Natasha raised the gun in her hand and pointed it at the head of a black woman.
The black female guard glanced at the gun in her hand with disdain:
"Don't be nervous, this is our King! Although your guns can't hurt the great Black Panther, you are pointing your guns at our King. This is a blasphemy. Natasha, get your men to put down their guns!"
These days, it has been Natasha and the SHIELD agents she led who have been guarding T'Chaka's safety, so the black female guard knew her name.
king
Hearing this, Natasha looked at the black claws that were tearing the elevator car. The metal elevator door that could defend against bullets was like a piece of window paper under this claw. It was easily punctured and soon a big hole was torn.
A figure covered in pitch-black armor emerged from the elevator with a person tucked under his armpit.
“Mr. President!”
T'Chaka put the Federation President on the ground and opened the Black Panther armor, revealing his face.
"Someone tampered with the elevator. Except for me and the President, everyone else died!" T'Chaka said to the crowd in a heavy voice.
There were countless fearful discussions in the crowd, some even sounded like desperate cries.
The federal president's face was pale at this moment. If a bodyguard had not been quick to help him, our president would probably have collapsed to the ground.
He fell from a height of a hundred meters and watched a group of people smashed into a pulp, if it weren't for T'Chaka saving him.
"vomit!"
Thinking of the group of people who were thrown into a bloody mess, the federal president began to dry heave.
"There's a problem with the underground safe house. All we can do now is wait for support. Agent, lead your people to the front for support. We must hold back the enemy and buy time for the National Guard!"
After finally coming to his senses, with tears still in his eyes, the federal president spoke to Natasha with forced calmness.
"Yes! Mr. President!" Natasha did not hesitate after receiving the order and left a few Secret Service security guards behind.
She rushed to the front with seven or eight SHIELD agents for support.
"You go too!" T'Chaka ordered his four female guards.
A female guard hesitated: "Your Majesty, but your safety!?"
"Don't worry, under the protection of the Black Panther God, no one can hurt me!" T'Chaka said in a deep voice!
After hearing what T'Chaka said and seeing the vibranium armor he was wearing, the female guards, who knew the defensive power of the Black Panther armor well, followed Natasha to the front hall with vibranium spears for support.
However, the confident King did not notice that someone in the crowd made a grabbing gesture towards him.
“Trouble!”
Looking at the still alive federal president, Francis had a very unhappy expression. For this matter, he had done a lot of things, although they were all very secret.
But if he does too many things, his true colors will eventually be exposed. If he could sit in the president's seat, it would be easy to explain.
He can use the power in his hands to settle and cover up many things.
Investigation, any plane crash can turn the entire investigation team into firework.
But the prerequisite for all this is that he has to sit in that position.
"You want to cooperate with me and help me kill him! As long as you kill him, you can set any conditions!"
Francis knew very well that after this incident, the federation would definitely conduct a thorough investigation of the matter. He could not guarantee that he would not be implicated in the matter. Francis whispered to Tang Song behind him as if he was grasping at the last straw!
Tang Song half-clenched his palm, holding a strand of T'Chaka's energy that he had absorbed.
He sneered at the guy who was so smug that he ruined his business.
The vibranium armor has a lot of defense, but I don’t know if it can defend against his witchcraft spells.
"Don't worry, it's not over yet! Just be patient!"
Tang Song glanced at Francis, and the coldness in his eyes startled Francis.
... ... ... ..
"So, you still can't go in?"
On the main road leading to the Blair State Guesthouse, military vehicles were blocking the road. The furious General Ross led his men directly to the front line on foot.
"Sir, the silver liquid ahead is spreading, and we can't bring our weapons and vehicles in at all!" The officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel on his shoulder saluted General Ross and replied.
"Where are our helicopters? Where are our fighter planes and helicopters? Since we can't break through on the ground, we can provide support from the air!"
General Ross blew his beard and glared, saying: "We need to hurry up. If the president falls into their hands, it will be troublesome!"
The lieutenant colonel smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, our helicopter has no way to land. If the fighter planes strafe, I'm afraid the people in the hotel will be injured by mistake!"
"I can't care less. Send a helicopter to send a group of soldiers in first. Give them the best bulletproof vests. If they don't have weapons, they can just snatch them from the bandits—"
As a famous hawkish general in the Air Force, General Ross can be said to have taken uncompromising attitude to the extreme.
He knew very well how much trouble it would cause if the president fell into the hands of terrorists.
"A group of soldiers have already gone in!" replied the lieutenant colonel.
"Our people?" Ross asked.
"They are soldiers from the National Guard!" the lieutenant colonel replied, "More than 40 in total, they all look like elite soldiers!"
... ... ..
Hawkeye pulled the trigger and fired the last magazine. At this time, the cocktail party hall was full of flying bullets, and he was no longer allowed to pick up the ammunition.
Four black female guards, armed with spears that could emit blue pulse energy waves, engaged in a shootout with a group of gunmen and gangsters in the hall.
A whooshing pulse of energy whizzed out, suppressing dozens of gunmen and preventing them from moving forward.
“Da da da da—”
“Bang, bang—”
These fearless Cobra soldiers did fight back, but there was a light blue energy shield floating in front of the four black female guards.
The bullets could not penetrate their energy shields at all.
"Is this Wakanda's vibranium technology? When will our SHIELD get a batch?" Natasha tore off her skirt and simply bandaged Hawkeye's wound.
Hawkeye looked at the spears in the hands of the black women.
Their spears were visibly covered with silver liquid, but the liquid seemed unable to devour the spears, which made Hawkeye envious.
"It seems that with them here, we just need to wait for reinforcements here!"
laugh!
Before Hawkeye finished his words, a figure in ** military uniform suddenly emerged from behind a black female guard, and a white light flashed.
Blood splattered, and a round object fell to the ground. After rolling along the carpet for several circles, it stopped in front of him.
(As the title suggests, I got caught)