Italy had previously lifted all regulations on firearms. Natasha took T'Challa to a private shooting range to train him in shooting skills.
"You have a Black Panther suit that can resist almost all attacks, so it doesn't matter if your shooting skills are a little worse. You can definitely fight back against the enemy's firepower."
Modern weapons are far more powerful than the ten claws mounted on the Black Panther suit.
Natasha asked him to carry the Gustav recoilless rifle on his shoulder, and first familiarized himself with the loading and shooting process with an empty chamber, as well as how to use the sights, and then loaded a 553B sub-caliber training bullet for him.
The training bullet contains a 7.62mm rifle bullet, whose ballistics are similar to those of an armor-piercing bullet, and can also simulate the sound and smoke effects of live ammunition firing.
The use of modern weapons is a very serious matter, and carelessness can easily harm others and yourself.
T'Challa is not completely without any basic training. After he hit the target four times in a row with training bullets, Natasha replaced them with a real bullet for him.
"boom!"
The warhead inside the live ammunition directly blew the target into pieces.
"You've found a good partner, Nina."
Charlie came over with a cane. He was the head of the Continental Hotel in Rome. Natasha had completed dozens of extremely difficult tasks in his hotel under the alias Nina. This training ground was his private property.
He had an excellent eye and could see that although T'Challa was a little unfamiliar with the use of weapons, he was very strong, and his hands and elbows showed a lot of signs of rigorous training.
"You haven't appeared in the past seven or eight years. The young people in this industry have already forgotten you."
Charlie struck a match and lit the cigar that was on top.
"If I can, I want to stay away from this line of work."
Natasha said. If she hadn't been at her wit's end, she wouldn't have come to the Continental Hotel.
"This line of work needs people like you, professional, precise, and neat. A year ago, a freak wearing a cat mask appeared in New York and completely disrupted this line of work. What superpowers? A killer doesn't need those at all."
Charlie babbled on.
The sudden appearance of the cat demon was like a meteor, causing a huge wave in the underground world, which has not subsided even now.
"Charlie took good care of me when I was a killer."
After Charlie left, Natasha explained. The heads of these mainland hotels always favor some powerful killers.
T'Challa nodded, knowing that Natasha was reluctant to talk about her past.
"Who is the cat demon?"
He is very interested in cat demons.
"A mysterious killer. He should be a powerful mutant who once fought the Green Goblin. Unfortunately, he mysteriously disappeared."
Natasha explained. SHIELD had tried to find the Cat-Man, but to no avail.
"Perhaps we can ask the hitman from the Continental Hotel to help us."
The Wakanda royal family still has a lot of property in Europe, enough to hire all the killers in the Roman Continental Hotel.
"The assassins at the Continental Hotel are just ordinary people, and they have no chance or organization, so they are useless. It's a pity that even the Continental Hotel can't contact the cat demon."
Natasha knows the nature of those killers very well. They are okay when they can fight against favorable situations, but if they are asked to fight against regular armed organizations like SHIELD, they will be defeated at the first touch.
The only one we can count on is the Cat Demon, who is very powerful and does things for money. Unfortunately, even the Mainland Hotel can no longer contact him.
Natasha taught T'Challa how to use the squad machine gun, fully automatic assault rifle and fully automatic pistol in two days, and then let T'Challa practice on his own in the patrol field.
The newly bought prepaid mobile phone suddenly rang twice and then I hung up.
"The fish is hooked, let's go."
Natasha held the phone in her hand, squeezing it until it creaked. Brock Rumlow has arrived in Rome. As she spoke, she took out the SIM card and broke it, then disassembled the entire phone.
T'Challa sorted all the weapons into weapon bags and stuffed them into the trunk of the Fiat hatchback.
There was murderous intent in his eyes, and he was ready to kill his enemies and avenge his compatriots and relatives.
The small Fiat hatchback drove out of the shooting range and made a long detour through Rome's complex road system before arriving at the designated location.
T'Challa got out of the car first, looked around without making a sound, and found a cafe to sit in. A few minutes later, Natasha got out of the car and walked into the high-end restaurant that had been booked in advance.
This place is located in a sniper blind spot at the surrounding commanding heights and has an excellent view.
Not long after, Barton walked into the restaurant at the appointed time. While the waiter was pouring water, he said:
"More than a dozen members of the Rapid Response Special Forces have arrived, plus the fifty members of the Rome Branch Operations Group. We have stirred up a hornet's nest, Natasha."
"As expected, we've had worse, haven't we, Patton."
"But I never thought the enemy would be S.H.I.E.L.D."
Barton said with a complicated expression, the rapid response of the special forces almost confirmed that there was something wrong with them. He never thought that SHIELD, as a spy organization and a powerful department, would be infiltrated by another organization. This is simply a great shame.
"They're already out."
With the excellent view in the restaurant, Natasha's sharp eyes easily identified the disguised SHIELD agents.
"The Chrysler on the east side of the intersection, the ice cream stand in front of the bookstore at nine o'clock, and the couple in the flower shop at six o'clock. Pay attention to them. After the exchange of fire in the restaurant, eliminate them as soon as possible."
"clear."
T'Challa strapped the black golf bag onto his back and dragged the suitcase up to the third floor of the building where the coffee shop was located.
"Companion? Is he trustworthy?"
Patton asked, eating seafood risotto with a fork.
"He and Rumlow have a deep blood feud. I'm more worried that he will kill Rumlow directly than betray him."
Natasha picked up the glass and took a sip.
"Then we have to act quickly."
Patton said as he pulled out a pistol from the holster under his armpit and pulled the trigger.
“Bang!”
A gunshot rang out, and a well-dressed male customer sitting two tables away was shot in the head. Screams rang out in the restaurant, and customers and waiters ran around like headless flies.
Several agents were walking against the flow of people, standing out particularly.
“Bang!” “Bang! Bang!”
They were shooting at each other in the restaurant. Natasha and Barton's marksmanship had an overwhelming advantage, and agents were shot and killed one after another, falling to the ground.
"Walk!"
Natasha had already studied the retreat route.