Chapter 2172

Natasha crawled out of the rubble, covered in dust. The smoke and dust in front of her hadn't dissipated yet, but she vaguely saw Stark lying further away. She thought, it's also true, the data provided by the Behavioral Analysis Unit showed that this Evil Iron Man didn't have any special abilities and wasn't a superhuman.

It's best to catch him while taking this opportunity. Natasha ignored her still-aching chest and arms, propped up her body, and jumped out of the ruins. Then she realized that there was a long cut on the back of her forearm. Judging from the shape of the wound, it should have been scratched by shrapnel.

"Damn it, how can someone throw fragmentation grenades in street fighting?" Natasha cursed in Russian again, controlled her center of gravity to stand straight, and then found that her ankle was also sprained, and it was already very swollen.

She took a deep breath and concentrated. In the past, doing this could speed up the healing of wounds, but she had no time to rest. Stark was lying at the entrance of the alley, his life or death unknown. If another grenade came, he would be completely finished.

Natasha staggered toward that side. Just halfway there, a grenade with blue smoke rolled to her back. Natasha gasped and lunged forward, pressing down on Stark's body.

There was another explosion. The smoke and dust dissipated. There was a twenty-centimeter cut on Natasha's back, shrapnel was stuck in her thigh, and blood was streaming down her forehead as it hit a piece of debris.

After Stark, who had been stunned by the explosion, woke up, he saw the originally beautiful female agent like a ghost that had just crawled out of hell, her head and face covered in blood.

He instinctively took a short breath. Seeing Natasha's murderous gaze, he calmed down a little, and then realized that this female agent was injured to protect him.

"You received an order to capture me alive, right?" Stark curled his lips and said.

"We can't lose another world's richest man, hurry up and get up."

Having suffered such a serious injury, Natasha was actually able to stand up. After standing up, she even pulled Stark up. Stark awkwardly discovered that the other party definitely discovered the fact that his legs were weak.

Natasha couldn't care about so much, pulled Stark, and walked toward the nearest alley. After walking a few steps, she heard another boom. Stark turned his head in fear and found that a building less than 200 meters away from them had collapsed.

"Where is your armor?" Natasha asked without looking back.

"No energy left." Stark answered emotionlessly, and then said: "But it's not just you who are chasing me, Osborn wants me dead more than anyone."

Natasha, who was walking in front limping, turned her head to look at Stark, didn't find any wounds on him, and then turned back to continue walking and said: "You really picked a good place."

"Thanks, but I just arrived too." Stark followed Natasha, walking deep and shallow into the alley, and said: "Osborn and Hammer Industries' robots were knocked out by something, so I had a chance to hide here temporarily."

"You should know that being captured alive by me is your only chance to survive." Natasha said mockingly: "Do you really think you can survive here?"

"We just ran into a gang shootout." Stark said contemptuously: "I can only say that the arms dealers in this city called Cat Getan are quite powerful, being able to let the gangs get so many weapons."

Natasha sneered and said: "The gang you describe as useless just almost sent you to the afterlife with a grenade."

"You can't take me away." Stark shook his head and said: "No matter what, I won't go back to that rigid and boring S. H. I. E. L. D. with you. You will only lock me in a prison or laboratory, and let me design those stupid weapons according to your stupid ideas."

"Although I want to say that you are much more fashionable than you think, there is no doubt that they will do this, yes."

Natasha flipped her hair, an action that made the wound on her back bleed more. Stark paused and said: "Are you sure you don't need a bandage? Do you know how far this is from the nearest hospital?"

"I am a cyborg with super recovery ability, idiot."

Stark's face sank. He found that Natasha didn't buy his act at all. But thinking about it, how could an experienced female agent be so easily manipulated?

"Although I don't know why the two cowards Hammer and Osborn didn't dare to come in, there is no doubt that this will become my new base for a comeback."

Stark looked around. Although there was nothing on both sides of this alley except high walls, he still looked at the bricks on the wall with interest and said: "I'm afraid that will be simpler than you and your stupid organization imagined."

Natasha snorted coldly and said nothing. The two of them continued to walk forward until they walked out of this alley and came to the next street, but the end of this street was still the Cat Getan River, and they had not left this area.

"Go over there." Natasha saw that a house by the river was lower than the others, and the door to the rooftop was not in the center, making it a good place to park a helicopter.

"Do you think I will surrender without a fight and wait for you to call the agents?" Stark stopped, hugged his arms, and looked at Natasha and said: "Thanks for saving me, but that's it."

After speaking, he turned around and just lifted his leg to leave, when he heard a few swish sounds. Bullets flew past his ear. Stark wanted to hug his head and squat down. Natasha rushed over, grabbed him, and threw him out of the alley.

She pressed one arm on Stark, who wanted to struggle to get up, and turned her head to look at the other side vigilantly, only to find that it was a group of people driving armored vehicles and holding heavy firepower, showing off in the street. The bullets were fired by them.

"What the hell is that?" Natasha couldn't help but curse in surprise: "Don't tell me the Marines are here."

"That's obviously not Marine equipment."

"How do you know?"

"Because their equipment was made by me."

Stark also poked his head out, rolled his eyes up, looked at the opposite side from above his eyes, and said: "This thing is a police armored vehicle, but it's painted with jungle camouflage. Those who don't know would think it was withdrawn from the Vietnam battlefield."

"Who are these guys? Where did they get such big things?" Natasha asked suspiciously.

"The logistics department leaks like a sieve, and so does your S. H. I. E. L. D." Stark sat down against the wall, looked up, and said: "What's an armored vehicle? Being able to get a tank is their real skill."

Rumble...

Stark suddenly poked his head out. A huge tank appeared in his field of vision, crushing through the street like a beast.

"This is the German Leopard tank, right??!!" Stark raised his voice and said: "How did they transport this thing in?! What about customs?!!"

BOOM!!!

The tank's main gun fired. A shell instantly blew up the 2-story building next to it. Now they knew how that building collapsed just now.

The two of them had their backs pressed straight against the building, fearing that the observer would find them through the telescope. Stark took a deep breath and turned to look at Natasha, "When will S. H. I. E. L. D.'s support arrive?"

"Who said it absolutely wouldn't be by us... Hello? Coulson? Yes, I just sent a fire support request, yes, I have already captured Stark, we need to leave here."

"What? Send a helicopter? No, no, no, fire support first... They are already here?!"

Natasha turned to look at the sky. A small armed helicopter belonging to S. H. I. E. L. D., usually the embedded type used to pick up agents and mission targets, was slowly flying toward this side.

I saw fire flashing in the gaps between the buildings. Even if you weren't an agent or a weapons master, you could see that it was the fire of a machine gun. The armed helicopter, which was flying at a very low altitude, crashed down without any surprise.

Natasha slapped her forehead.

"Coulson, Coulson, answer me, don't worry about the armed helicopter support, send a bomber to clear the road."

The other end of the communicator was silent for a long while. Natasha knew that Coulson must have gone to ask his superiors for instructions. Sure enough, after a while, Coulson said in a heavy tone: "No, the mission level is not high enough, we cannot disengage the fire safety, the hangar cannot be opened."

"Damn Nick!" Natasha cursed through gritted teeth.

The next second, Nick's voice came from the walkie-talkie, with his usual steadiness, "Listen, Natasha, that's not our territory. Even if we could open the hangar, we couldn't send a bomber to wash the ground."

"Because you damn want to win the election!!!" Natasha roared at the walkie-talkie: "But I tell you, there are no civilians here at all. The amount of weapons in each of their hands is more than ten times the upper limit allowed for gun ownership in New Jersey."

"But I'm obviously not a gun-ban faction... Now is not the time to talk about this. I just learned that a group of New York protesters entered the block you are in. They reported that they encountered a military massacre. You understand what I mean."

Natasha narrowed her eyes painfully. She asked: "About how many people?"

"Conservatively estimated at two thousand."

"You damn don't want me to silence two thousand people, do you?!!"

Nick sighed and said: "You have to prove that we didn't do this."

"When did you get into the same pants as the military?"

"I mean it wasn't done by people from our Earth. This is the key point of the public opinion war. You must help us win it."

Natasha rubbed her temples hard and said: "What do you want me to do?"

"No matter how we explain it, they will definitely think that the City Hall carried out a massacre to oppress them and prevent them from speaking out, so we just need to first..."

Just as he said this, a crackling sound came. Natasha frowned and patted the communicator suspiciously, saying: "What the hell? Why is the exclusive satellite channel still being interfered with? What is the technical department doing?"

"HEY!!!"

The sudden shout startled Natasha. A familiar yet unfamiliar voice quickly came from the communicator, but it wasn't just the communicator. The TV in the shop window, the radio on the balcony on the second floor, and the screen on the distant building all appeared with a voice at the same time.

"Welcome to Cat Getan, listeners. What we are focusing on now is the traditional festival activity of Cat Getan's old town—the Deer Hunting Festival."

"Every spring, uh, I mean, summer, autumn? Yes, that's right, it's autumn. Once autumn comes, a group of ignorant and hungry deer will stray into the hunting ground of the old town."

"Naive and stupid, completely defenseless, tender and juicy. Of course, their appearance may be different from the moose, elk, and reindeer that people are familiar with, but please don't question it, they are cute little deer."

"Regarding the customs of this festival, um, how should I put it, it might be a bit imprecise and sloppy, but I still have to say, of course, the more you kill, the more awesome it is!!!"

"Go, hungry wolves! Use your sharp teeth to tear the prey apart, fill your rumbling stomachs, the winner will become the best—hunter!!!!"

The radio signal was cut off.

At this moment, Natasha heard cheers like ghosts crying and wolves howling in all the buildings around her. In this boiling shout, the war had arrived.