When Natasha saw the silver-white Metal Arm, she immediately thought of what Rogers had said earlier.
This is the Winter Soldier!!
The pistol on the arm, which was instantly cocked, naturally caused the wary Natasha to immediately change seats inside the car.
Sure enough, just as Natasha left her seat and leaped toward the co-pilot's seat, several bullet holes appeared above that spot.
Rogers, sitting in the co-pilot's seat, also sensed the enemy on the roof. Although he had no idea who the enemy was, he immediately yanked up the handbrake.
The vehicle braked abruptly, but the powerful inertia flung the figure on the roof away.
Natasha had only just steadied herself. Without seeing the enemy's position clearly, she drew her pistol first.
At a moment like this, there was no room for hesitation or mercy. These were lessons Natasha had learned through countless battles soaked in blood and tears. They were also why she had survived until now.
Driven by inertia, the Winter Soldier flew off the roof, but his excellent body control and powerful physical fitness allowed him to grip the ground hard with his left hand. On the asphalt, he forcibly carved five long finger marks.
His body stabilized more than ten meters away, and he calmly stood up.
Sam restarted the car, while Natasha's gun was already aimed at the Winter Soldier, who had just risen ahead of them.
Before Natasha could fire,
the three people in the car were suddenly hit by a powerful impact. The entire vehicle was forcibly shoved forward at a frantic speed.
An obviously military-grade modified Hummer slammed hard into the rear of their car.
The violent collision left the three of them dazed for a moment, and the gun in Natasha's hand fell away.
The Winter Soldier leaped directly back