Eastern Europe, Albanian seaport, 9:30 p.m.

Merlin and Barton were saying goodbye to the shipowner on the docks, and if Barton hadn't told Merlin the identity of the man in his 30s in advance, Merlin would never have associated the handsome man in the suit and leather shoes in front of him with a successful speculative arms dealer.

This arms dealer named Yuri is very enthusiastic, and he is very good at being a person, and even more so at doing business.

"My dear friend, the place you are going to is dangerous, do you want to prepare more self-defense items?"

Yuri gave Barton a box of high-end cigars as a separate gift, rubbed his hands again, and said to Merlin:

"I still have a good batch of goods on my ship, for the sake of Brother Fury, I'll give you a discount! I'll get you a box of grenades for free. ”

"No, I don't."

Patton indifferently rejected the shrewd businessman in front of him, a high-ranking agent who seemed to need only a bow for any task.

Merlin, on the other hand, hesitated, he now only had a matching gun and a magazine on his body, and the shadow of lack of firepower had been hanging over the rookie's head since he set off.

In the end, Merlin still couldn't resist the temptation of Yuri, a profiteer, and five minutes later, he had an extra silver, intimidating knick-knack, ten percent new, and three magazines in his bag.

If it weren't for the bag that was too small and the inexperienced Merlin, under the instigation of Yuri's clever tongue, it is estimated that he would have purchased some more "self-defense items". Seriously, Yuri's private cargo hold was an eye-opener for "Bun" Merlin.

It was a small arsenal, and there was plenty of supply in it for anything Merlin could think of.

Under the cover of night, the two agents politely declined the grenade presented by their good friend Yuri. Then I rented a car and drove along the road from the pier to Sokovia, a small city in Eastern Europe hundreds of kilometers away.

Fury, already waiting for them there.

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Sokovia, an inner city in Eastern Europe, has a permanent population of 2 million and is full of Soviet flavor.

It's no wonder that for decades after the end of World War II, it was part of the Soviet Union. But to be honest, the security of Sokovia is not at all like other cities under the rule of the Russians, where ethnic contradictions are very acute, and ethnic wars often break out, especially after the fall of the Soviet Union, the security environment in Sokovia deteriorated rapidly.

Air control has been in place since a year ago, and as Western forces began to move into the area around Sokovia, the city was hit by a new wave of infighting.

According to the forecasts of the Strategic Science Corps, a real war will break out here in a maximum of 1 year. But a new order will also come after the war is over.

But all this has nothing to do with Fury.

At this time, in the not-so-hot sun of Eastern Europe, he was sitting in an open-air café three blocks away from the embassy with the title of military attaché at the embassy. The black man was reading the newspaper leisurely, like a hedonistic gringo.

But from the movement of Fury looking at his watch from time to time, it is not difficult to guess that he is not wasting his time, but waiting for someone to arrive.

"Drip, Drip, Drip"

After Fury finished his cup of coffee, he placed it on the table, and his brick-like cell phone suddenly rang.

Fury picked up his phone, put it to his ear, and under the flat glasses used for camouflage, his piercing gaze roamed left and right, looking for anyone suspicious, and he said:

"Natasha?"

"Well, it's me."

A sweet woman's voice with a hint of hoarseness sounded in Fury's ears, like chatting with an old friend, the former Soviet agent Natasha who was hidden in a corner. Romanov whispered:

"Mr. Fury, is the journey to Sokovia going well?"

"It went well."

Fury replied:

"Everything was beautiful except for the guest I came to meet, which was two days late. The people here are very welcoming, I love it... Well, no more roundabouts, Natasha. As I recall, we have already said before, I am here to meet you as a sign of the sincerity of the Strategic Science Corps. And you, will join us, right? ”

"Yes, we said yes."

Natasha replied:

"Not only did I talk to you, I said yes to Mr. Silver Bullet, I also talked to Ms. Carter, and I had a late date with Mr. Howard... But so what? Fury. ”

The ghostly female agent's tone was filled with playfulness and sarcasm, and she said:

"I promised them, but I broke the promise. I promised you, and I would break the promise as well. We are agents, and lies are our weapons... Well, the time has come. Have fun with your 'new friends'. ”

At the moment when Natasha's words fell, several other people sitting in the open-air café next to Fury stood up and pressed towards Fury with indifferent faces.

Obviously, they're not here for coffee.

But Fury was not flustered, on the contrary, he was still chatting with Natasha, he reached out and took off his glasses for disguise, and said:

"You're using me as bait to lure out the 'Red House' agents who are hunting you? Natasha... You're really cunning. ”

"One another."

The woman chuckled:

"It's not your first day as an agent, Fury, and those 'friends' you've placed in the neighborhood can't hide from my eyes. Although I am thousands of miles away, I also know that you are Peggy. Carter's personally recruited elite, she values you very much! More than 20 years ago, Ms. Carter was my best rival... So, use whatever you want, Fury. ”

"You want to capture Black Widow? Do you want to accomplish what your predecessors failed to do? ”

"So, how can you do it without shedding some blood?"

With a slightly shrill laugh, Fury's phone stopped communicating.

He shook his head calmly, looked at the Red House agents around him, who were clearly Slavic, and said to them in a calm tone:

"Let me go, thank you."

"You're blocking my rays."

"Bang"

A gunshot rang out, and the guy in front of Fury fell to the ground.

Then a second, a third, a fourth, and in a matter of seconds, the unprepared agents were killed by several snipers who were lying in ambush nearby.

Fury, who was still sitting in the chair, didn't seem to see the blood and corpse under his feet, he wiped the blood on his arm with a tissue with some disgust, he pressed the button on his watch, and said to his two hole cards hidden in the dark:

"Let's act!"

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Natasha shook off her supple burgundy hair, she wore a red coat, carried a small leather bag, stepped on high heels, swayed her body, and walked through the streets of Sokovia.

All the advantages of a Slavic woman are concentrated on her, and even with the barrier of an overcoat, the eyes of all the men around her can be focused on her. The posture that is not close to fireworks is like a super model who has just gotten off work. Even the free and uninhibited, with a hint of tired temperament, is very much like those real urban beauties.

She was parked on the side of the road and seemed to be waiting for a car. After glancing at her watch, the almost innocent beauty took out a pack of women's cigarettes from her handbag and lit it with a golden lighter. She shook her head, tilted her head, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

In the crowd behind her, a tall, thin man with a travel bag and sunglasses approached her little by little. Just when the two were 10 meters apart, the beautiful lady seemed to have a premonition, and just as the red light on the street was on, she moved her shoulders, lifted her handbag, and walked to the other side of the street.

A few minutes later, she turned into an alley, and behind her, the tall, thin man also quietly walked into it.

"Bang"

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet almost grazed Agent Patton's scalp.

In front of him, Natasha, who had taken off her camouflage coat and was wearing a black close-fitting combat suit, was holding two guns and looking at him with an indifferent expression.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang"

The top agent of the former Soviet Union is really a ruthless character who doesn't talk much, there is no dialogue, no hesitation, the two guns in his hands fire one after another, and each shot is extremely deadly.

Barton rolled on the ground for a week, and he slammed the backpack behind his back into the female agent in front of him, flicking the short stick in his hand outward, and the black war bow appeared in his hand.

"Whoosh"

Patton's first arrow showed Hawkeye's true prowess, and it flew in a strange arc through the air and flew towards Natasha from the side, forcing the female agent to dodge and defend, but the second arrow followed, forcing her to not even have time to aim.

Hawkeye kept shooting arrows as she approached, forcing Natasha to retreat again and again. The most important thing is that these arrows are accompanied by arrows with special effects, some of them release paralyzing electricity when they are close to the female agent, and some will split strangely, just 3 minutes of fighting, the female agent's cheek has three more blood marks, and her left arm was directly stabbed by the split arrow, and she can no longer raise her gun to shoot.

"Bang"

As the two men got closer, sensing a threat, the female agent smashed her pistol at Barton, then turned and ran, she dodged and disappeared around the corner of the alley, but as Hawkeye chased after her, Natasha, holding a dagger in one hand, pounced from the corner, and the sharp heels kicked Agent Patton's wrist, knocking his bow flying, and the two began a more lethal hand-to-hand dogfight.

This female agent is really a ruthless character.

She knows very well that when facing an opponent who is good at tracking and attacking from a distance, turning and running away will only usher in the end, and fighting to the death can still lead to victory.

But the injury to her left arm made Natasha, who was already inferior to Barton, quickly fall to the upper hand in a hand-to-hand white-knuckle battle.

Barton's skill with the knife was no worse than his skill with a bow and arrow, and in just a dozen seconds, after several staggers, Natasha was forced into a corner by him.

"Lay down your arms! Come with me! ”

Barton swung his dagger to block Natasha's slash, and his other hand clenched into a fist and smashed into her wrist, knocking the dagger in her hand into the air. Between the movements of his fingers, the two daggers disappeared into the palms of his hands. Barton stepped forward and pinned Natasha against the wall in a jiu-jitsu confined position.

He looked indifferently at the struggling beauty in front of him, and said:

"I have no ill will!"

"Didn't your mother tell you?"

The female agent, whose face was still bleeding, gritted her teeth and said to Patton:

"Be careful when approaching spiders!"

"Wow"

Dazzling blue lightning burst from Natasha's wrist, like a shock switch being turned on, and Agent Barton, who had the upper hand, was struck by lightning at this moment. The current lasted less than a second, but he had lost the power to fight back.

"Bang"

Natasha kicked Barton in the abdomen, and he fell in a strong paralysis. Then he was held to his neck with a cold dagger.

The female agent wiped the blood from her face with difficulty, and the trace of blood made her look different, she stared at the paralyzed Barton, and said:

"You're not bad, little agent."

"But unfortunately, Fury sent you to hell."

"Goodbye!"

She twitched her dagger and was about to cut Hawkeye's neck, but behind her, a black shadow broke out of the air and slashed her palm into Natasha's neck.

"Bang"

The female agent was knocked to the ground by the blow, but instead of being unconscious, she was dizzy and trying to get up.

"Huh? Why didn't you faint? ”

A young voice sounded behind her, and the next moment, black metal handcuffs landed on Natasha's wrists, completely killing her last chance to escape.

"Ahem"

Agent Patton struggled to his feet from the intense electrocution, retrieved his bow, and said to Merlin with an unsightly face:

"First of all, she's a hardened agent and doesn't faint that easily."

"Secondly, you're not doing it right! You're in the wrong position... You rookie! ”

After saying that, Barton no longer looked at Merlin, who looked embarrassed, he crouched down and lifted Natasha's face, he stared at the beautiful gray eyes, and said:

"Hello, Natasha. Fury, I want to talk to you. ”

But Natasha didn't pay attention to Barton, she turned her head to look at Merlin who appeared like a ghost behind her, and a trace of disgust flashed across her face:

"Mutants? You freaks, you're starting to serve politics too? ”

"I'm not a mutant, Miss Natasha."

Merlin grabbed Natasha's burgundy hair and pulled her violently off the ground, he looked at Natasha's trapped hands, and with a different smile, he said to the female agent:

"Don't try, these handcuffs have 4 locks, and you can't open them in a short time."

"Do I need to open it?"

A gloomy Natasha smiled playfully, accompanied by heavy footsteps in the surrounding alleys, and the female agent whispered to the two agents in front of her:

"Didn't Fury tell you? In order to arrest me, the 'traitor', the Red House sent hundreds of killers to Sokovia. As soon as I showed my tracks, they would follow me and take me, along with all the witnesses around me... Make a clean sweep of! ”

"Huh"

Agent Barton's face turned ugly, and beside the two of them, Natasha said in a voice that knew everything in her hands:

"Let me go, Your Excellency. I can get you out of here... After all, I grew up here as a child, and I know it well, and I know how to get rid of them. ”

"No!"

Before Agent Patton could speak, Merlin put away the pistol in his hand with a hint of regret, and then moved his fingers.

He took a step forward and stood in front of Patton, and he said to Hawkeye:

"Do her a favor, blindfold her, and find a safe place to hide."

"Although I don't want to..."

Merlin's body began to fog rapidly, and he looked at the indifferent killers with weapons in front of him, and he said with a little regret:

"But, today, the city is probably going to bleed."