Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 88 Natasha Smashes the Witch Demon (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The flat, open space directly in front of them meant that no one could monitor the two of them from a distance.

Even if they did, their counter-surveillance awareness would allow them to detect it immediately.

In addition, the chaotic magnetic field in this area renders electronic instruments and equipment useless, and all detection methods fail.

"How many?" Clint took a deep breath.

"It's unknown, but Director Fury believes that the number of people he can trust is probably less than one in fifty, maybe even less. He doesn't know who he can trust."

Coulson scratched his head; he had a fair amount of hair.

"We don't even know who the enemy is or how many there are. This battle is going to be tough." Clint took out a piece of chewing gum from his jacket pocket, popped it into his mouth, and put it in his mouth.

Then it was handed to Coulson.

Coulson took a piece and put it in his mouth to chew. The sugar stimulated his brain, which helped to control his slightly agitated and uncontrollable fear.

"That's right, so we must be careful and not expose ourselves, otherwise it will provoke those people and lead to failure."

"This is really troublesome."

Clint was a tough guy, and he felt the problem wasn't how many enemies there were, but rather that he couldn't distinguish between allies and enemies, and who he should aim his weapon at.

Coulson remained noncommittal, then looked at Clint: "How's your investigation going?"

They were talking about that unsuccessful mission in St. Petersburg.

"We have absolutely no clue. The person has completely disappeared, and there's no direction to follow," Clint said, sounding even more helpless.

He was able to determine that the Black Widow, the target of his mission, had disappeared completely after contacting a third party, but the problem was that this third party could not be identified at all.

Like a ghost.

In Clint's view, this was simply impossible. Regardless of what mistakes had occurred within the department, it was still the world's largest violent organization.

Once the resources and power at your disposal are used to investigate a matter or a person, it's impossible to find absolutely no clues.

unless..

Clint paused, realizing why Coulson had brought up the mission: "You mean...?"

"This is probably no coincidence, Clint."

"This mission was directly authorized by Director Fury, and very few people were involved or aware of it. They only knew that I would be going to St. Petersburg on a mission. How were they able to locate her so quickly and persuade her to be taken away?"

Clint was puzzled.

"Regardless, it's highly likely that someone inside leaked the details of this mission. We can investigate along this line and perhaps pinpoint the source."

Coulson had already planned this, which is why he requested that Nick Fury transfer Clint to participate in the investigation of this operation.

He needed to reach an understanding with Clint, who was directly involved.

"Just the two of us?"

Clint didn't care, as long as there was a target for action, but he was puzzled that it was just him and Coulson investigating.

The two of them are too conspicuous.

Coulson is an 8th-level agent, while Clint himself is a 7th-level agent, an elite ace independent of any department, and an absolute high-ranking figure within the department.

The only difference is the direction of their influence and real power.

If the two of them don't have a reasonable reason to get together and secretly investigate something, it will definitely be easy for people in the department to notice that something is wrong.

It has nothing to do with ability.

"We can't take direct action. Director Fury has authorized me to secretly form a secret team outside of our department, with me in command, to conduct the investigation."

Coulson shook his head.

"The screening process is taking a lot of time. What's the deadline for this task?"

"They've been lurking within us for a long time, so we need to be discreet and patient," Coulson said casually.

Investigating internally and searching for enemies is never a short-term task, and both Nick Fury and Coulson understood this.

This is destined to be a protracted war.

Fortunately, the other party was in the shadows, as were they. Those guys were unaware that Coulson and his team had already noticed the anomaly and launched an investigation.

"OK, mission clear. So, how many safe houses have you prepared?"

"Many," Coulson said casually.

For an agent like him, these things are readily available, not to mention the support of Nick Fury, weapons and equipment are no problem at all.

"However, it seems we still need to solve the problem here first."

yeah

Coulson looked at him like he was kidding. Even though he hadn't said anything before, he still had a good idea of ​​what was going on after arriving at the scene.

It's obvious he's going to give up.

This place is terrifying. He was 100% certain that even if they investigated, they wouldn't be able to do anything.

It's just the same old whitewashing at best.

Clint couldn't help but laugh when he saw Coulson's expression.

Wu Xinmo regretted it for three days.

He now deeply regrets coming to Earth. He thought he could control the situation, come to Earth to find the San Van Gonzalez Covenant, and gradually the Legion would be able to overthrow his father's rule.

As a result, he died before he could even begin his mission.

Now look what's happened, I've been imprisoned in this damned place by a bunch of humans.

Then he was beaten up every day by a group of human monsters, and the witch's heart was numb.

Whether it's angry shouts or even a final pleas for mercy, it doesn't elicit the slightest pity from those people; on the contrary, it only excites them more.

This group of people is more devilish than demons.

For example, right now.

boom!!

The Demon Heart of Witch was physically cut in two.

The South Pacific island base, with its specially constructed open training area, is already packed with warriors from both the Astartes and Raven battle groups.

They were all watching the game.

The fighter on the field was Natasha, wearing a gray vest and sweatpants, with black leather gloves on her fists, her burgundy hair tied in a ponytail, and one of her long legs raised.

It was this very leg that had unleashed a powerful, azure slash that cleaved Wu Xinmo's body in two. With a graceful and valiant air, she slowly lowered her long leg.

The sharpness in her beautiful eyes faded.

Exhale gently.

The surrounding area was covered with signs of damage from the battle.

"Fuck you, you damned humans, do you even know who I am?"

"How dare you treat the son of a demon king in this way?"

Because of his immortality, Wu Xinmo's body was instantly restored after being cut in two. Wu Xinmo couldn't hold back any longer and started swearing at the two battle groups of warriors who were watching.

He felt like he was going crazy.

For three whole days, from day to night, he had almost no rest, fighting people in various ways and getting killed in various ways and from various angles.

Let alone humiliation, even slaves shouldn't be treated like this, right?

Unfortunately, even if he goes mad, he can't change his role in this base.

Nobody took him seriously.

He was just a target for real combat practice. Wu Xinmo couldn't slack off even if he wanted to, unless he could endure that kind of excruciating pain and torment.