Chapter 2208: Battle of Two Cities! (Fifty)

Chapter 2182 Battle of Two Cities! (Fifty)

Natasha crawled out of the rubble with a dusty face. The smoke and dust in front of her eyes had not yet dissipated, but she could vaguely see Stark lying farther away. She thought so too. The information provided by the behavioral analysis technology department showed that this evil Iron Man did not have any special abilities and was not a superpower.

It would be best to catch him at this opportunity. Natasha ignored the pain in her chest and arms and propped herself up and jumped out of the ruins. Then she found that there was a long cut on the back of her forearm. Judging from the shape of the wound, it should be caused by shrapnel.

"Damn it, how could someone throw a fragmentation grenade in a street fight?" Natasha cursed in a low voice in Russian, controlled her center of gravity and stood up, and then found that her ankle was also twisted and swollen.

She took a deep breath and focused her attention. In the past, doing so could speed up the healing of the wound, 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 towards that side. Just halfway through, a grenade with green smoke rolled behind her. Natasha took a breath of cold air and rushed forward to press on Stark.

There was another explosion, and the smoke and dust dissipated. Natasha had a cut of more than 20 centimeters on her back, and shrapnel fragments were pierced into her thigh. Her forehead hit the fragments and blood flowed.

After Stark, who was stunned by the explosion before, woke up, he saw that the originally beautiful female agent was like a demon who had just climbed out of hell, with blood all over her head and face.

He instinctively took a short breath, and when he saw Natasha's murderous eyes, he calmed down a little, and then realized that the female agent was injured to protect him.

"You got the order to capture me alive, right?" Stark said with a curled lip.

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

Natasha was so seriously injured, but she was still able to stand up. She took a deep breath, stood up, and pulled Stark up. Stark was embarrassed to find that the other party must have noticed the fact that his legs were weak.

Natasha didn't care about so much at all, and pulled Stark to the nearest alley. Just a few steps away, there was another bang. Stark turned his head with fear and found that a building less than 200 meters away from them collapsed.

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

"No energy left." Stark replied emotionlessly, then said: "You are not the only one chasing me. Osborn wants me dead more than anyone else."

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

"Thank you, but I just got here too." Stark followed Natasha into the alley and said: "Osborn and Hammer Military's robots were knocked down by something, so I have the opportunity to hide here temporarily."

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

"We just encountered a gang fight." Stark said contemptuously: "I can only say that the arms dealers in this city called Gotham are quite powerful, allowing the gangs to get so many weapons."

Natasha sneered and said : "The gangsters you said were useless just almost killed you with a grenade."

"You can't take me with you." Stark shook his head and said, "No matter what, I won't go back to the rigid and boring SHIELD with you. You will only put me in prison or the laboratory and let me design those stupid weapons according to your stupid ideas."

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

Natasha flicked her hair, and this action made the wound on her back bleed more. Stark paused and said, "Are you sure you don't need to be bandaged? 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 tricks at all, but it was also true. How could an experienced female agent be so easily manipulated?

"Although I don't know why Hammer and Osborn, two cowards, dare not 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 the alley except high walls, he still looked at the bricks on the wall with interest and said, "I'm afraid it's simpler than you and your stupid organization think."

Natasha snorted coldly and said nothing. The two of them continued to walk forward until they walked out of the alley and came to the next street, but the end of the street was still the Gotham River, and they did not leave 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, which was a good place to park a helicopter.

"Do you think I will surrender and wait for you to call the agents?" Stark stopped, folded his arms and looked at Natasha and said, "Thank you for saving me, but that's all."

After saying that, he turned around and just raised his legs to walk away, he heard a few whizzing sounds, and bullets flew past his ears. Stark wanted to hold his head and squat, but Natasha rushed over, grabbed him and threw him out of the alley.

She held down Stark who was struggling to get up with one arm, turned her head and looked vigilantly at the other side, but found that a group of people driving armored vehicles and holding heavy firepower were parading on the street, and the bullets were fired from them.

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

"That's obviously not the Marines' equipment."

"How do you know?"

"Because their equipment is made by me."

Stark also poked his head out, rolled his eyes upward, looked across from above his eyes and said: "This thing is a police armored vehicle, but it's painted with jungle camouflage. If you don't know, you might think it was withdrawn from the battlefield in Vietnam."

"Who are these guys? Where did they get such a big thing?" Natasha asked in confusion.

"The logistics department is leaking like a sieve, and so is your SHIELD." Stark sat down against the wall, looked up and said: "What's an armored vehicle? It's their ability to get a tank."

Rumble...

Stark suddenly poked his head out, and a huge tank appeared in his field of vision, rolling over the street like a beast.

"Is this a fucking German Leopard tank?!" Stark raised his voice and said, "How did they get this thing in?! Where's the customs?!"

Boom! ! !

The tank's main gun fired, and a shell instantly collapsed the two-story building next to it. Now they know how the building collapsed just now.

The two of them pressed their backs 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 the support from SHIELD come?"

"Who said that we will never... Hello? Coulson? Yes, I just sent a request for fire support. Yes, I have captured Stark, and we need to leave here."

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

Natasha turned her head and looked at the horizon. A small armed helicopter belonging to SHIELD, usually the embedded type used to pick up agents and mission targets, was slowly flying towards this side.

There were flames in the gaps between the buildings. Even if you were not an agent or a weapon master, you could tell that it was the fire from the machine gun. The armed helicopter, which was flying at a very low altitude, fell headfirst without any surprise.

Natasha slapped her forehead.

"Colson, Coulson, I heard the reply. Don't think about the armed helicopter support. Send bombers to clear the way."

There was silence on the other end of the communicator for a long time. Natasha knew that Coulson must have asked his superiors for instructions. Sure enough, after a while, Coulson said in a heavy tone: "No, the mission level is not high enough. We can't release the fire safety and the hangar can't be opened."

"Shit Nick!" Natasha cursed with gritted teeth.

The next second, Nick's voice came from the intercom, with the same calmness as always, "Listen, Natasha, that's not our territory. Even if we can open the hangar, we can't send bombers over to clean it up."

"Because you want to win the election!!!" Natasha roared into the intercom: "But I tell you, there are no civilians here at all. The number of weapons in each of them is more than ten times the upper limit of guns allowed in New Jersey."

"But I'm obviously not a banner... Now is not the time to talk about this. I just learned that a group of New York protesters entered your neighborhood. They called the police and said that they were massacred by the military. You know what I mean."

Natasha narrowed her eyes in pain and asked, "How many people are there?"

"A conservative estimate is two thousand."

"You don't want me to kill 2,000 people, do you?!"

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

"When did you and the military become one?"

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

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

"No matter how we explain, they will definitely think that the city government is suppressing them and not letting them speak, so we just have to..."

Just when she said this, a crackling sound came. Natasha frowned and patted the communicator in confusion, saying, "What the hell? But how can the exclusive satellite channel be interfered with? What does the technical department do?"

"Hey!!!"

The sudden shout startled Natasha, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice soon came from the communicator. But it was not just the communicator, the TV in the window, the radio on the second-floor balcony, and the screen on the distant building all had a voice at the same time.

"Welcome to Gotham, listeners. Now we are focusing on the traditional festival in the old city of Gotham - the Deer Hunting Festival."

"Every spring, uh, I mean, summer, autumn? Yes, that's right, it's autumn. In autumn, a group of ignorant and hungry deer will mistakenly enter the hunting ground in the old city."

"Innocent and stupid, defenseless, tender and juicy, of course, their appearance may be different from the common moose, elk, and reindeer, but please don't question it, they are cute little deer."

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

"Go, hungry wolves! Use your sharp teeth to tear the prey into pieces and fill your rumbling stomachs. The winner will become the best - hunter!!!!"

The radio signal was cut off.

At this moment, Natasha heard the howling cheers of ghosts and wolves from all the surrounding buildings. In this boiling shout, the war has arrived.