The sun was scorching the earth. On this stretch of road Highway 6, six off-road vehicles burst into flames, black smoke curled up, and the temperature rose. From a distance, even the air was distorted by burning, and the smell of gunpowder smoke from ammunition filled the air.
Natasha and Hawkeye seemed to be emerging from a war of flames and black smoke.
The two of them looked at Brock Rumlow holding He-El hostage with slightly strange expressions.
"Hi, BOSS." Natasha's combat uniform was torn in many places, revealing the gray Sensor Suit that was close to the body, bringing a sonorous beauty of madness and wildness. He looked at Brock Rumlow, turned his attention to He-El's face, and said with a slight smile.
"Natasha, after resigning from my group, are you going to live a life of driving an off-road motorcycle and fighting the enemy, going through life and death?
Isn't it good to be my assistant? Isn't it good to have a sufficient salary and a safe life?"
He-El's eyes passed over the burning off-road vehicles behind Natasha and Hawkeye. The billowing black smoke twisted and rose into the sky. His eyes stopped on Natasha and said:
"Your successors didn't handle things as well as you did, and even with a business worth more than one billion, they still have to ask me for my decision."
When Natasha was He-El's assistant and secretary general, she was very competent. She understood He-El's view of money very well, and there was no way she would let her boss decide on a billion-dollar business.
In most cases, she made the decision and put it all together to tell He-El what she and the secretarial team had decided. He-El didn't have much of an opinion, and it was settled by asking He-El to sign it all at once.
Since Natasha resigned, the new head secretary has been uncertain about He-El, and often has to let He-El choose and decide on billions of business transactions.
Now I have begun to notice He-El's attitude of not caring about money, and I am attracted by He-El's money. In recent days, I have begun to unite with outsiders to build a multinational company and prepare to take action on He-El's money.
Therefore, Natasha's own ability is very good for He-El, because she is not tempted by money, and knows where He-El's money should be used, and directly determines the flow of He-El's money. However, the same cannot be said for her successor after leaving office. Seeing the profits, she has already begun to prepare plans with some members of the secretariat team.
"I'm probably not a peaceful woman by nature." Natasha responded with a smile.
"Well, if you are not happy in S.H.I.E.L.D., you can come back to my group and use another way to protect world peace and make some justice and beneficial decisions to improve civilian life." He-El said with a smile, "Protecting this world requires more than just killing."
Natasha's eyes flickered slightly, and he glanced at He-El, his face seemed to be thinking with slight hesitation.
To be honest, Natasha felt a little uncomfortable when he discovered that more than half of S.H.I.E.L.D. were Hydra.
She always believed that what she did was atonement for herself and protection for the world.
But the biggest breeding ground for evil is S.H.I.E.L.D., which she always thought was righteous, leaving her with a sense of disappointment that was a reversal of her illusion.
Over the years, she is not sure whether she has ever carried out the tasks issued by Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D..
When the evil issued a mission in the name of justice, Natasha was no longer sure how many times he had carried out missions that were beneficial to the evil.
She fell silent.
"Mr. He-El, I recommend myself. I think I can become a security guard in your group. I think my ability to be a security guard is sufficient."
Hawkeye and Natasha have a deep relationship. Natasha was able to enter S.H.I.E.L.D. because of Hawkeye's strong persuasion. Seeing that she became slightly silent, I could probably understand her psychology. I sighed helplessly in my heart, smiled in the scorching sun, and said jokingly.
"Welcome to the extreme, but if Nick knew that I wanted to abduct his two capable men, he would probably drive two Helicarriers and hit my Helicarrier right away.
In order to protect my Helicarrier, Clint, please keep the secret that I want to poach you from your boss."
He-El responded with a smile.
On this battlefield, some of the scorching heat under the scorching sun and the tense atmosphere of silence and smoke were eliminated.
The silent Natasha couldn't help but shook his head and laughed.
The three of them looked at each other and smiled.
"You all know each other, that's even better. Your target is in my hands. Hawkeye Security guard, take off your clothes!"
Brock Rumlow's eyes were gloomy, he held M9 Pistol and He-El by his temples, breaking the warm and unexpected atmosphere between the three of them, and said fiercely.
He could see that Natasha and Hawkeye were almost invulnerable, and had the strength to knock down the chests of the soldiers of the Rapid Response Special Forces with one punch, all thanks to the uniforms they wore.
Natasha and Hawkeye are outstanding among the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, but they are not out of the scope of humans. At most, they have the same physical strength and fighting skills as themselves.
Being able to completely annihilate the rapid response special forces, resist bullets and be extremely powerful are all due to the effects of their suits.
Wearing this kind of uniform, Brock Rumlow doesn't think he will be worse than them.
The three of them looked at each other again, Natasha spread his hands and lifted his shoulders.
"Rumlow, do you know what you are doing?"
Hawkeye drew up the black recurve bow in his hand. The bowstring was tense and made a chirping sound. He aimed at Brock Rumlow who was holding the pistol to He-El's temple and said dissatisfiedly:
"Please, it's already embarrassing for me to just wear this suit that is so tight that my leg hair is visible. Why do you have to remind me so deliberately?"
Natasha turned his head in amusement to make himself smile less obviously.
"I have no hatred against you. I just received an order from Pierce to control He-El. I can give up the mission and break away from Hydra; Clint, take off my battle clothes and let me go. We will never meet each other; otherwise, I will kill him and die together!"
Brock Rumlow pointed M9 Pistol at He-El's temple, hid behind He-El, revealed half of his eyes darkly, stared at Hawkeye fiercely, and said, "He-El is not someone who can die casually. I think you all know how important he is."
"Is it just the task of controlling He-El? Is there nothing else?" Hawkeye said with squinted eyes, staring at Brock Rumlow with half an eye exposed from behind He-El.
"Don't delay. I have indeed only received this task. I will count three, three..." Brock Rumlow shouted sharply.
"Then let's end it."
Hawkeye let go of his hand, and the arrow flew through the air towards He-El's head. Brock Rumlow's heart tightened, and suddenly his sight was no longer blocked. He-El turned his head, completely revealing him.
Hawkeye's arrow shot directly into his forehead, and the powerful impact caused his body to roll up on the highway, lying more than ten meters away.
Looking around this section of the highway, there were more than thirty corpses, and the smoke and blood began to fill the air.
"How is my Helicarrier? It took off? Has Nick finished his litter?" He-El asked after taking a look at the corpses and environment around him.
"If nothing unexpected happens, he started to implement the plan." Hawkeye came forward, glanced at the non-existent watch, and said with a smile, "If you don't mind Helicarrier that a bloody incident may occur, then you can board the ship tonight and have a party."