Italy had earlier completely deregulated firearms. Natasha takes T'Challa to a private shooting range, ready to train him on some shooting skills.

"You have a suit that can defend against most of the Panthers, so it doesn't matter if your shooting skills are almost there, you can shoot against the opponent's firepower."

Modern weapons are far more powerful than the ten claws attached to the Panther's suit.

Natasha asked him to put Gustav's recoilless gun on his shoulder, first empty-bore to familiarize himself with the process of loading and firing, as well as the use of sights, and then loaded him with a 553B sub-caliber training bullet.

The training bullet contains a 7.62mm rifle bullet with a trajectory similar to that of an armor-piercing bullet, and can also simulate the sound and smoke effects of live ammunition.

The use of modern weapons is a very serious matter, and negligence can easily harm others and oneself.

T'Challa wasn't completely ungrounded, and after hitting the target with four consecutive shots with a training projectile, Natasha reloaded him with a live ammunition.

"Boom!"

The warhead inside the live ammunition directly blew the target to pieces.

"You've found a good partner, Nina."

Charlie, who was on crutches, was the head of the Continental Hotel in Rome. Natasha used to use the alias Nina to complete more than a dozen extremely difficult missions in his hotel. This training ground is owned by him personally.

He had an excellent eye, and he could see that T'Challa, although a little rusty with weapons, was very strong, and there were plenty of traces of rigorous training on his hands and elbows.

"You haven't been there for almost seven or eight years, and now the young people in this business have forgotten about you."

Charlie struck a match and lit the cigar on top.

"I'd like to stay out of this line of work if I could."

Natasha said. If it weren't for the exhaustion, she wouldn't have found the Continental Hotel at all.

"This line of work requires people like you, professional, precise, and clean. A year ago, a freak in a cat mask popped up in New York and completely disrupted the business. What superpowers, as a killer don't need those at all. ”

Charlie babbled.

The cat demon who came out of nowhere was like a meteor, setting off stormy waves in the underground world, and even now it has not subsided.

"Charlie took good care of me during my time as a hitman."

Wait until Charlie leaves, Natasha explained. The directors of these continental hotels will always favor some powerful killers.

T'Challa nodded, knowing that Natasha was reluctant to talk about her past experiences.

"Who is the Cat Devil?"

He is interested in the Cat Devil.

"A mysterious killer, he is supposed to be some powerful mutant who fought the Green Goblin, but unfortunately disappeared mysteriously."

Natasha explained. S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to find the Cat Demon, but found nothing.

"Maybe we can ask the killer at the Continental to help us."

The Wakanda royal family still has a lot of money in Europe, enough to hire all the killers of the Continental Hotel in Rome.

"The killers of the Continental Hotel are just ordinary people, and they have no chance and organization to speak of, so they are of little use. It's a pity that even the Continental Hotel can't contact the cat demon. ”

Natasha knows the nature of those killers very well, and it is okay to fight a good fight, but if they are allowed to fight against a regular armed organization like S.H.I.E.L.D., they will only collapse at the touch of a button.

The only thing that can be counted on is the cat demon, who collects money and does things, and is powerful, but unfortunately even the continental hotel can no longer contact him.

Over the course of two days, Natasha taught T'Challa how to use a squad machine gun, a fully automatic assault rifle, and a fully automatic pistol. So he let T'Challa practice on his own in the patrol field.

The newly bought prepaid mobile phone suddenly rang twice, and then hung up directly.

"The fish is hooked, let's go."

Natasha held her phone and squeaked it. Brock Rumlow has arrived in Rome. As she spoke, she took out the phone card and broke it, and then broke the whole phone.

T'Challa sorted all the weapons into a weapons bag and stuffed them into the trunk of the Fiat hatchback.

His eyes are full of murder, and he is ready to slash his enemies and avenge his compatriots and loved ones.

The small Fiat hatchback drove out of the shooting range and made a great circle through Rome's complex road system before reaching its intended location.

T'Challa got out of the car first, looked around quietly, and found a café to sit down. It was a few minutes before Natasha got out of the car and walked into the pre-booked fine dining restaurant.

It's a sniper dead spot at the surrounding vantage point, and the view is excellent.

It wasn't long before Barton walked into the dining room at the appointed time, and while the waiter went to pour water, he said:

"More than a dozen people from the rapid response special forces have come, and with the addition of fifty people from the operational group of the Rome division, we have stabbed the hornet's nest, Natasha."

"As expected, we've had worse, haven't we, Barton."

"But I never thought the enemy would be S.H.I.E.L.D."

Patton's face was a little complicated and said, such a fierce reaction of the rapid response special forces almost confirmed that they had a problem. He never imagined that S.H.I.E.L.D., as an espionage organization and a powerful department, would be infiltrated by another organization. This is a great disgrace.

"They're out."

Natasha could easily distinguish the disguised S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with a good view of the dining room.

"The Chrysler on the east side of the intersection, the ice cream stand in front of the bookstore at nine o'clock, the couple in the flower shop at six o'clock, pay attention to them, and deal with them as soon as there is an exchange of fire in the restaurant."

"Understood."

T'Challa slung her black golf bag on her back and dragged her suitcase up to the third floor of the building where the coffee shop was located.

"Companions? Is it trustworthy? ”

Barton asked, eating seafood risotto with a fork.

"He has a blood feud with Rumlow, and I'm more worried about him killing Rumlow directly than betrayal."

Natasha picked up her glass and took a sip.

"Then we'll have to hurry up."

Barton said, pulling his pistol from the holster under his armpit and pulling the trigger directly.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and a well-dressed male customer who was separated by two tables was directly shot in the head. Screams rang out in the middle of the restaurant, and customers and waiters scurried around like headless flies.

Several agents were particularly conspicuous against the flow of people.

"Bang!" "Bang! Boom! ”

They were shooting at each other in the dining room. Natasha and Barton's marksmanship was overwhelming, and agents were shot and fell to the ground.

"Let's go!"

Natasha had already studied the route of the retreat.