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Chapter 334
chapter 0178 part 1
Chapter 178: Assassination (Part 3)
A Cobra Soldier wearing a black face mask was spraying fire at a fleeing S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent.
"Rat-a-tat-tat—"
Dense bullets sprayed from his muzzle, instantly turning the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, who couldn't dodge in time, into a honeycomb.
While changing his magazine, he slowly walked towards the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent who had been shot. As he passed a sofa used for resting, a large hand suddenly reached out from underneath, grabbed his ankle, and gave a strong drag.
The Cobra Soldier, losing his balance, was directly pulled down by a great strength and dragged under the sofa bunker.
*Puchi!*
Hand up, glass down. Hawkeye used his left elbow to pin the Bandit's neck, and quickly stabbed the cocktail glass in his right hand into the Bandit's neck.
One, two, three times—Hawkeye didn't stop until the Bandit's neck was completely mangled.
He wiped away the bloodstain that had splattered on his face, threw away the glass shards, picked up the gun in the Bandit's hand, and took out two spare magazines from his waist.
Click-clack!
Hawkeye checked the plastic-feeling assault rifle in his hand. He half-squatted and was about to counterattack when, looking through the sofa, he saw several Bandits aiming their guns towards him.
"Fuck!" Hawkeye immediately rolled over, lay down on the ground, and raised his hand to press the Bandit's corpse onto himself.
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"
A dense burst of bullets covered the sofa area. The sofa was riddled with holes, and white cotton wadding flew everywhere.
Hawkeye could feel the vibration of the bullets passing through the sofa and hitting the human shield on top of him.
However, he wasn't flustered. In his years as an Agent, Hawkeye had encountered many situations more dangerous than this.
It was just a pity his bow and arrow weren't with him. Hawkeye gripped the gun in his hand, pricked up his ears, wanting to wait for the enemy to change magazines before rushing out. But after listening for a long time, he only heard the increasingly close gunfire and footsteps.
Clearly, the enemy was much smarter than he had imagined.
Several Cobra Soldiers took turns changing magazines, firing their guns while surrounding the sofa! Soon, they approached the sofa's position—
Hawkeye listened to the footsteps close at hand, gripping the gun in his hand. He slightly raised his knee, planning to kick the riddled corpse off his body to attract attention once the Bandits got closer, and then open fire.
*Ding!* Then, the ready-to-act Hawkeye heard the sound of a hand grenade pin being pulled.
Hawkeye's reaction was also swift. He pushed up with his knee, followed by a kick. With great strength, he directly kicked the corpse pressing down on him flying. He pushed off with both hands, and his entire body scurried backward along the ground.
However, the ground covered with a thick wool carpet didn't have the smooth friction Hawkeye had imagined.
Supported by his hands, he only scurried back two body lengths.
"Boom!"
Fortunately, the corpse of the Cobra Soldier that Hawkeye kicked away happened to block the all-plastic hand grenade.
Perhaps because steel balls weren't added to the hand grenade, its explosion range wasn't large. A piece of plastic shrapnel ejected by the blast grazed Hawkeye's arm, leaving a bloodstain on his arm.
*Ding ding ding ding—*
Before Hawkeye could catch his breath, the sound of several more hand grenade pins being pulled rang out in his ears.
"Bang bang bang bang—"
Hawkeye suddenly leaped up. His 3D printed plastic rifle in hand was just about to open fire, but someone was a step ahead, taking out the Cobra Soldiers who had pulled the hand grenade pins with a few shots.
"Boom boom boom boom—"
Four consecutive explosions roared. The strong shockwave directly blew the entire sofa into the air.
Hawkeye rolled to the side to dodge and met up with Natasha Romanoff, who had arrived as reinforcements. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, leaning against the long table where cocktails were placed at the Banquet Hall.
"Agent Barton, did you miss me!"
Natasha Romanoff, wearing a red dress, had torn the skirt up to her thigh for ease of movement. In her hands were two black extended Glock pistols, making her look heroic and spirited.
While watching her surroundings warily, she tilted her head and teased Hawkeye.
"The moment I heard the gunfire of the Glock pistols, I knew it was you!"
Hawkeye also replied to Natasha Romanoff while remaining wary. At the same time, he was a bit doubtful:
"Weren't you protecting the President? How are you here?"
"The President, our President almost didn't make it!" Natasha Romanoff said, tilting her head. "Now he doesn't need our protection."
"What happened?" Hawkeye asked, still having the leisure to inquire about the matter from Natasha Romanoff, while listening to the chaotic footsteps outside after the explosion, and peering out to survey the enemies scattered throughout the Banquet Hall.
The explosion of several hand grenades took out six or seven Bandits, but the total number of Bandits in the entire Hall didn't decrease. Instead, there were more guys wearing military uniforms and holding katanas.
"Someone tampered with the elevator leading to the Underground Safe Room. If it weren't for the King of Wakanda, tomorrow's headlines worldwide would be about the Federal President dying in an elevator accident! That's much funnier than dying in a terrorist attack!"
The footsteps outside were increasing. Natasha Romanoff's voice also became much quieter. She gripped the dual pistols in her hands, steadying her breathing:
"We can't go to the Underground Safe Room. We can only hold our ground. I hope the reinforcements outside can step up. Same as usual, you take the left, I take the right!"
"What material are your Glocks made of?"
Just as Natasha Romanoff was steadying her breathing, listening to the approaching footsteps, and preparing to get up, Hawkeye grabbed her.
"What?" Natasha Romanoff was a bit puzzled. She followed Hawkeye's gaze and saw two blobs of silver liquid wrapping around her beloved guns, devouring her two Glocks completely in a few seconds.
Natasha Romanoff frantically shook her hands, flinging the two blobs of silver liquid onto the wool carpet. She watched helplessly as the two blobs of silver liquid merged into one, wriggling and disappearing into the carpet seams.
"What are these things?" Natasha Romanoff asked with lingering fear. If Hawkeye hadn't warned her just now, she would have gotten up without her handguns and likely been shot into a honeycomb.
"It should be some kind of black technology weapon. It looks like it can devour metal, but it's harmless to the human body. The firearms in these people's hands are all 3D printed plastic products. We're in trouble!"
Another person who felt he was in trouble was our Secretary of State.
A few minutes ago, at the moment the elevator went out of control, Francis could already imagine himself working in his office in the White House, even though there was the minor interlude with Tang Song.
But Francis believed he could solve this trouble.
Just as he was secretly feeling smug, he completely failed to notice Tang Song's frowning expression beside him.
"Truly, a nuisance!"
Tang Song's divine sense passed through the elevator, looking at the pitch black figure in the elevator shaft. He muttered to himself.
The violent vibration and the sound of the rapidly descending elevator instantly frightened everyone gathered around the elevator. For a moment, the crowd around the elevator scattered, revealing a large empty space.
Several Presidential Bodyguards stepped forward and pulled at the elevator hatch, wanting to open it. But this kind of elevator leading to the Underground Safe Room had an extremely high security level.
Let alone using their hands, even with professional tools, they couldn't open it in one or two hours.
Just as this group of people was at a loss, the silver-white elevator car was suddenly pierced by five black claws!
Chapter 178: Assassination (Part 3)
A Cobra Soldier wearing a black face mask was spraying fire at a fleeing S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent.
"Rat-a-tat-tat—"
Dense bullets sprayed from his muzzle, instantly turning the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, who couldn't dodge in time, into a honeycomb.
While changing his magazine, he slowly walked towards the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent who had been shot. As he passed a sofa used for resting, a large hand suddenly reached out from underneath, grabbed his ankle, and gave a strong drag.
The Cobra Soldier, losing his balance, was directly pulled down by a great strength and dragged under the sofa bunker.
*Puchi!*
Hand up, glass down. Hawkeye used his left elbow to pin the Bandit's neck, and quickly stabbed the cocktail glass in his right hand into the Bandit's neck.
One, two, three times—Hawkeye didn't stop until the Bandit's neck was completely mangled.
He wiped away the bloodstain that had splattered on his face, threw away the glass shards, picked up the gun in the Bandit's hand, and took out two spare magazines from his waist.
Click-clack!
Hawkeye checked the plastic-feeling assault rifle in his hand. He half-squatted and was about to counterattack when, looking through the sofa, he saw several Bandits aiming their guns towards him.
"Fuck!" Hawkeye immediately rolled over, lay down on the ground, and raised his hand to press the Bandit's corpse onto himself.
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"
A dense burst of bullets covered the sofa area. The sofa was riddled with holes, and white cotton wadding flew everywhere.
Hawkeye could feel the vibration of the bullets passing through the sofa and hitting the human shield on top of him.
However, he wasn't flustered. In his years as an Agent, Hawkeye had encountered many situations more dangerous than this.
It was just a pity his bow and arrow weren't with him. Hawkeye gripped the gun in his hand, pricked up his ears, wanting to wait for the enemy to change magazines before rushing out. But after listening for a long time, he only heard the increasingly close gunfire and footsteps.
Clearly, the enemy was much smarter than he had imagined.
Several Cobra Soldiers took turns changing magazines, firing their guns while surrounding the sofa! Soon, they approached the sofa's position—
Hawkeye listened to the footsteps close at hand, gripping the gun in his hand. He slightly raised his knee, planning to kick the riddled corpse off his body to attract attention once the Bandits got closer, and then open fire.
*Ding!* Then, the ready-to-act Hawkeye heard the sound of a hand grenade pin being pulled.
Hawkeye's reaction was also swift. He pushed up with his knee, followed by a kick. With great strength, he directly kicked the corpse pressing down on him flying. He pushed off with both hands, and his entire body scurried backward along the ground.
However, the ground covered with a thick wool carpet didn't have the smooth friction Hawkeye had imagined.
Supported by his hands, he only scurried back two body lengths.
"Boom!"
Fortunately, the corpse of the Cobra Soldier that Hawkeye kicked away happened to block the all-plastic hand grenade.
Perhaps because steel balls weren't added to the hand grenade, its explosion range wasn't large. A piece of plastic shrapnel ejected by the blast grazed Hawkeye's arm, leaving a bloodstain on his arm.
*Ding ding ding ding—*
Before Hawkeye could catch his breath, the sound of several more hand grenade pins being pulled rang out in his ears.
"Bang bang bang bang—"
Hawkeye suddenly leaped up. His 3D printed plastic rifle in hand was just about to open fire, but someone was a step ahead, taking out the Cobra Soldiers who had pulled the hand grenade pins with a few shots.
"Boom boom boom boom—"
Four consecutive explosions roared. The strong shockwave directly blew the entire sofa into the air.
Hawkeye rolled to the side to dodge and met up with Natasha Romanoff, who had arrived as reinforcements. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, leaning against the long table where cocktails were placed at the Banquet Hall.
"Agent Barton, did you miss me!"
Natasha Romanoff, wearing a red dress, had torn the skirt up to her thigh for ease of movement. In her hands were two black extended Glock pistols, making her look heroic and spirited.
While watching her surroundings warily, she tilted her head and teased Hawkeye.
"The moment I heard the gunfire of the Glock pistols, I knew it was you!"
Hawkeye also replied to Natasha Romanoff while remaining wary. At the same time, he was a bit doubtful:
"Weren't you protecting the President? How are you here?"
"The President, our President almost didn't make it!" Natasha Romanoff said, tilting her head. "Now he doesn't need our protection."
"What happened?" Hawkeye asked, still having the leisure to inquire about the matter from Natasha Romanoff, while listening to the chaotic footsteps outside after the explosion, and peering out to survey the enemies scattered throughout the Banquet Hall.
The explosion of several hand grenades took out six or seven Bandits, but the total number of Bandits in the entire Hall didn't decrease. Instead, there were more guys wearing military uniforms and holding katanas.
"Someone tampered with the elevator leading to the Underground Safe Room. If it weren't for the King of Wakanda, tomorrow's headlines worldwide would be about the Federal President dying in an elevator accident! That's much funnier than dying in a terrorist attack!"
The footsteps outside were increasing. Natasha Romanoff's voice also became much quieter. She gripped the dual pistols in her hands, steadying her breathing:
"We can't go to the Underground Safe Room. We can only hold our ground. I hope the reinforcements outside can step up. Same as usual, you take the left, I take the right!"
"What material are your Glocks made of?"
Just as Natasha Romanoff was steadying her breathing, listening to the approaching footsteps, and preparing to get up, Hawkeye grabbed her.
"What?" Natasha Romanoff was a bit puzzled. She followed Hawkeye's gaze and saw two blobs of silver liquid wrapping around her beloved guns, devouring her two Glocks completely in a few seconds.
Natasha Romanoff frantically shook her hands, flinging the two blobs of silver liquid onto the wool carpet. She watched helplessly as the two blobs of silver liquid merged into one, wriggling and disappearing into the carpet seams.
"What are these things?" Natasha Romanoff asked with lingering fear. If Hawkeye hadn't warned her just now, she would have gotten up without her handguns and likely been shot into a honeycomb.
"It should be some kind of black technology weapon. It looks like it can devour metal, but it's harmless to the human body. The firearms in these people's hands are all 3D printed plastic products. We're in trouble!"
Another person who felt he was in trouble was our Secretary of State.
A few minutes ago, at the moment the elevator went out of control, Francis could already imagine himself working in his office in the White House, even though there was the minor interlude with Tang Song.
But Francis believed he could solve this trouble.
Just as he was secretly feeling smug, he completely failed to notice Tang Song's frowning expression beside him.
"Truly, a nuisance!"
Tang Song's divine sense passed through the elevator, looking at the pitch black figure in the elevator shaft. He muttered to himself.
The violent vibration and the sound of the rapidly descending elevator instantly frightened everyone gathered around the elevator. For a moment, the crowd around the elevator scattered, revealing a large empty space.
Several Presidential Bodyguards stepped forward and pulled at the elevator hatch, wanting to open it. But this kind of elevator leading to the Underground Safe Room had an extremely high security level.
Let alone using their hands, even with professional tools, they couldn't open it in one or two hours.
Just as this group of people was at a loss, the silver-white elevator car was suddenly pierced by five black claws!
