An Unexpected Complication

The second and third agents fell in quick succession. If this group still did not understand what they had run into, then all their training had been for nothing.

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"Ambush!" A young agent shouted what everyone else had wanted to shout.

Only then did the rookies scatter like frightened animals, fleeing in every direction to find cover. The veterans, however, had already tucked themselves behind cover and were peering out.

"Did anyone see where the attack came from?" "Can the people who went down still be saved?" ...Everyone fired off questions at once. Bold and skilled, Hawkeye reached out and dragged one of the fallen agents back. He checked the man's neck, then casually pulled out the tranquilizer dart embedded in him. "He's still alive. He was taken down by a tranquilizer."

Barbara Morse, likewise pinned down by the barrage and unable to lift her head, shouted, "Walter! Did anyone see where the enemy is? Who are we up against?" Unfortunately, the ambush seemed to come from every direction. Even hiding behind a car was not safe; one dart from the front was enough to drop someone.

Seeing that the two fully equipped action squads had nearly all gone down, Brock Rumlow pulled several smoke grenades from the rear compartment, pulled their pins, and scattered them. Smoke immediately billowed out, obscuring the parking area.

What they had not expected was that the smoke only blocked their own vision, not the enemy's. In the viewports of several armored suits, the normal optical lenses switched to infrared, making every human heat signature stand out clearly.

As a result, their companions continued to fall one after another without the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents noticing. Only a few quick-witted ones had rushed toward the surrounding