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Chapter 178: Assassination (3) Pay attention to the A-type, brothers, thank you(1/2)

Chapter 178 Assassination (3) Pay attention to influenza A. Brothers, I have a cold. I don’t know if it is influenza A.

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 178 Assassination (3) Pay attention to influenza A. Brothers, I have a cold. I don’t know if it is influenza A.

A Cobra soldier wearing a black mask shot an escaping S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with a gun.

"Da da da——"

A dense barrage of bullets spurted out from his gun, instantly turning the SHIELD agent who had no time to dodge into a hornet's nest.

While changing the magazine, he walked slowly towards the shot SHIELD agent. When passing by a sofa for rest, a big hand suddenly stretched out from below, grabbed his ankle, and pulled hard.

The cobra soldier whose center of gravity was unstable was directly pulled down by a huge force and dragged under the sofa cover.

Poof!

After lifting the glass, Hawkeye pressed his left elbow against the gangster's neck, and quickly inserted the cocktail glass in his right hand into his neck.

Once, twice, three times - until the gangster's neck was stabbed to pieces, Hawkeye stopped.

He wiped a handful of blood spattered on his face, threw away the glass shards, picked up the gun in the gangster's hand, and took out two spare magazines from his waist.

Kaka!

Hawkeye checked the plastic assault rifle in his hand. He stood up from a squat, and just as he was about to fight back, he saw several gangsters with guns aimed at him through the sofa.

"Fake!" Hawkeye turned around and lay on the ground, raising his hand to press the gangster's body on top of him.

“Da da da da——”

A dense burst of bullets enveloped the sofa area. The sofa was full of holes and white cotton wool flew everywhere.

Hawkeye could feel the shock of the bullet passing through the sofa and hitting the human shield above him.

However, he was not panicked. Over the years of his career as an agent, Hawkeye had encountered many more dangerous situations than this.

It's just a pity that I don't have the bow and arrow with me.

Hawkeye grabbed the gun in his hand, raised his ears, and wanted to wait for the enemy to change the magazine and kill him, but after listening for a long time, he only heard the sound of gunshots and footsteps getting closer and closer.

It was obvious that the enemy was much smarter than he thought.

Several Cobra soldiers alternately changed their magazines and fired while surrounding them in the direction of the sofa!

Soon, they approached the sofa——

Hawkeye listened to the footsteps approaching, grabbed the gun in his hand, raised his knees slightly, and planned to wait for these gangsters to get closer, kick out the riddled body, attract attention, and then shoot.

bite!

Then, Hawkeye, who was ready to go, heard the sound of the grenade ring being pulled.

Hawkeye's reaction was also quick. He raised his knees and added a kick. With great force, he directly kicked the body on top of him away. With a strong push of his hands, he rushed backwards on the ground.

It's just that the friction on the ground covered with thick cashmere carpet is not as smooth as Eagle Eye imagined.

He relied on the support of his hands to only escape two positions.

"boom!"

Fortunately, the body of the Cobra soldier that Hawkeye kicked out happened to block the plastic grenade.

Perhaps because there were no steel balls added to the grenade, the explosion range of this grenade was not very large. A plastic shrapnel from the grenade ejected from the blast slid past Hawkeye's arm, leaving a trail of blood on his arm.

.

Ding ding ding ding——

Before Hawkeye could take a breath, several more sounds of grenades pulling the ring rang in his ears.

"Bang bang bang bang -"

Hawkeye suddenly jumped up and was about to fire the 3D printed all-plastic rifle in his hand, but someone took a step ahead and killed the Cobra soldier who had pulled out the grenade with a few shots.

"Boom boom boom boom——"

Four explosions roared in succession, and a strong shock wave lifted the entire sofa upwards.

Hawkeye turned over and hid to the side, and met Natasha who came to support her. The two of them were leaning side by side at the long table where cocktails were placed in the reception.

"Agent Patton, did you miss me?"

Natasha, who was wearing a red dress, had her red dress ripped down to her thighs to facilitate movement. She was holding two black extended Glock pistols in her hands, looking heroic.

She looked around warily, tilting her head and teasing the eagle eye.

"As soon as I heard the shot from the Glock, I knew it was you!"

Hawkeye was also on guard while replying to Natasha's words. At the same time, he was a little confused:

"Aren't you protecting the president? Why are you here?"

"President, our president almost died!" Natasha tilted her head and said, "Now he doesn't need our protection."

"What's going on?" Hawkeye listened to the chaotic footsteps outside after the explosion. He stuck his head out and looked at the enemies scattered throughout the reception. He also had time to ask Natasha 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 Japanese military uniforms and holding samurai swords in their hands.

"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 Federal President dies in an elevator crash!

This is much funnier than dying in a terrorist attack!"

There were more and more footsteps outside, and Natasha's voice became much softer. She held the two guns in her hands and breathed evenly:

"We can't get to the underground safe house, so we can only hold on. We hope that the reinforcements from outside will give us some help. It's still the same as before, you and me!"

"What material is your Glock made of?"

Just when Natasha was breathing well, listening to the footsteps getting closer, and about to get up, Hawkeye grabbed her.

"What?" Natasha was a little puzzled. She followed the eagle's gaze and saw two balls of silver liquid wrapped around her love gun, which swallowed up her two Krogs in a few seconds.

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Natasha swung her hands in panic and threw two balls of silver liquid on the cashmere carpet. She watched helplessly as the two balls of silver liquid merged into one ball and squirmed and disappeared into the gaps in the carpet.

"What is this?" Natasha asked with some fear. If Hawkeye hadn't reminded her just now that she got up without her pistol, she might have been beaten into a hornet's nest.

"It should be some kind of black technology weapon. It seems to be able to eat metal, but it is harmless to the human body. The guns in the hands of these people are all 3D printed plastic products. We are in trouble!"

Someone who also feels that he is in trouble is our Secretary of State.

a few minutes ago

At the moment when the elevator lost control, Francis could already imagine himself sitting in the White House office working, although there was a small episode of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

But Francis believed he could solve this problem.

Just when he was secretly proud, he didn't notice the frowning expression of Tang Song beside him.

"It's really a hindrance!"

Tang Song's spiritual consciousness looked through the elevator at the black figure in the elevator shaft, and murmured to himself.

The violent vibrations and the sound of the rapidly falling elevator frightened everyone around the elevator. For a moment, everyone surrounding the elevator dispersed, revealing a large open space.

Several presidential bodyguards stepped forward and grabbed the elevator door, trying to open it, but the safety level of the elevator leading to the underground safe house was extremely high.

Not to mention using their hands, even if they use professional tools, they can't open it within an hour or two.

Just when this group of people were at a loss, the silver-white elevator car was suddenly penetrated by five black claws!

The bodyguards were startled by these five sudden claws. They all retreated vigilantly, drew their pistols, and pointed them at the elevator car door.

"Don't act rashly, put down the guns in your hands!"

At this time, four black Wakandan women squeezed out of the crowd and pointed their spears with blue light in their hands at the bodyguards.

"Chief Guard, 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 at all, you point your guns at our King. This is blasphemy. Natasha, tell your people to put down their guns."

!”

In the past few days, Natasha and the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents led by her have been guarding T'Chaka's safety, so the black female guard knows her name.

king?

When Natasha heard this, she looked at the black claws tearing at the elevator car. The metal elevator door, which could resist bullets, seemed to be a piece of window paper under the claws. It was easily punctured and torn out quickly.

A big hole.

A figure shrouded in pitch-black armor emerged from the elevator, with a person under his arm.

"Mr. President!"

T'Chaka put the federal president on the ground, opened the Black Panther suit, and revealed his face.
To be continued...
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