Natasha held the gun in her right hand, braced her left wrist, aimed at Jasper, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang!"
Jasper's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he reached out and pulled the black-clad agent on his left in front of him.
Natasha emptied her magazine and fired all the bullets at the black-clad agent.
"Transposition!"
Natasha shouted.
She and the three Widow, who were back-to-back, shifted their positions clockwise, and the Widow who took Natasha's place raised her gun and fired.
Gunfire rang out again...
"Fuck!" Jasper cursed as he released the already dead black-clad agent and rolled away.
His black-clad agents knew very well that the targets' clothes were bulletproof, and their weapons alone were no match for them.
So, like a flock of startled birds, they scattered instantly, each rushing into protruding corners, trash cans, and cars parked on the street—anywhere they could block their view.
Seeing this, the four, including Natasha, tacitly changed their battle strategy, transforming into four agile cheetahs, guns raised, and rushing towards the scattered black-clad agents.
"Bang!"
The Widow ' fighting style was nothing short of ferocious; they would charge straight at their targets and pull the trigger, aiming for their chests or heads.
The black-clad agents panicked and fired back, only to watch in despair as their bullets were deflected by the Widow ' bulletproof vests, leaving them with gaping holes in their chests or heads from the enemy's bullets.
As Jasper rolled away to dodge, he knew the ambush had failed. He rolled behind a car parked on the side of the street and made his escape.
Natasha had her eye on him for a while, and the moment she dispersed, she rushed towards him.
They also happened to see Jasper crouching low and scurrying across the street.
" Jasper!" Natasha shouted, picking up a bag of trash lying on the side of the street and throwing it at him.
Hearing the whoosh of wind behind him, Jasper mistook it for a grenade and stumbled sideways, rolling away in fright.
Smack!
The garbage bag hit his spot and shattered into pieces upon impact, scattering leftover fruit peels, takeout containers, discarded plastic flower pots, and other debris all over the ground.
The remaining shard of the razor blade, now only a corner remaining, grazed past Jasper's eyebrow.
Damn it!
He clutched his bleeding eyebrow, struggled to his feet, and continued fleeing across the street.
In those brief two or three seconds, Natasha had already flipped over the car and caught up. She lunged forward and grabbed Jasper's legs.
Caught off guard, Jasper immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"Ah! Die!" A dagger slid out of Jasper's sleeve, and he viciously turned and stabbed at Natasha.
Natasha slapped the ground with both hands, using the momentum to leap into the air, dodging Jasper's thrusting dagger, and swiftly grabbed his arm in mid-air.
She unleashed astonishing power from her waist and abdomen, her incredibly flexible body twisting like a spiral, causing the arm she was holding to writhe like a pretzel.
'Click click click~'
The sharp white bone fragment pierced the sleeve of the suit jacket, and blood gushed out instantly.
"Ugh!"
Jasper craned his neck in pain, his eyes bulging.
"Fuck you, you bitch! Ah!!!"
Natasha released her broken arm, seized the dagger, and landed on her knees.
She got up and strode quickly to Jasper, who was rolling and howling in the street, and stepped on his chest.
Goodbye, Jasper ~
Natasha smiled and said goodbye, then drew a dagger across his neck with her right hand.
"Heh... heh..."
Jasper coughed up blood and foam, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he gradually stopped breathing.
Natasha picked up her dagger, quickly turned back, and joined the operation to eliminate the remaining black-clad agents.
On the other side, in a back alley of a hotel in Lower Manhattan, New York.
Hawkeye is fleeing in disarray with two wounded Widow Agent.
"Hateful!"
One of them, a Mexico Widow with dreadlocks, abruptly shook off Hawkeye, who was supporting her.
"I'll stay behind and hold off the enemy! You continue to take Celia and escape!"
"NO!" Hawkeye said sternly, "The people chasing us aren't ordinary Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.! You can't stop them!"
Celia, a white Widow not yet twenty, clutching her shoulder, also broke free from Hawkeye's support and said, " Alicia, I'm with you!"
Alicia chuckled, "Alright, anyway, you've injured your arm and I've injured my leg, we're both just a burden... Hahahaha~"
"Never mind!" Hawkeye sighed, drew his red-tailed explosive arrow, nocked it, and pulled back the bowstring. "Too late, they're catching up!"
The next second, three agents in black rushed into the back alley.
Seeing Hawkeye and his two companions stop, they slowed their pace and approached step by step with an extremely oppressive aura.
'Bang!'
Two more agents in black jumped down from the rooftop and blocked another exit of the back alley.
"Who exactly are you?" Hawkeye's eyes flashed. "I've never seen such inhuman beings in S.H.I.E.L.D.. before!"
A burly, dark-skinned Black agent grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth, and said, " Clint Barton, we've been looking for you for a long time!"
He pressed his Headset and said, "Sir, I've found Hawkeye."
"Well done, Conn!" Nick Fury's excited voice came through the Headset. "We must get Avina's whereabouts out of him!"
"Should I take him back?" Conn asked.
"No! Find out Avina's whereabouts and snap that bastard's neck!" Kinsley said through gritted teeth.
"Yes, sir!" Conn replied.
He grinned maliciously at Hawkeye, ignoring the two Widow beside him.
"Agent Clint Barton, can you answer one question for me before the battle begins?"
Hawkeye aimed the explosive arrow at Conn and said coldly, "What do you want to ask me?"
"Where is your wife now?" Conn asked.
Hawkeye's pupils suddenly contracted.
Now he knew who these people were...
Skrulls, and Skrulls replaced by Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.!
"Are you asking about Laura, or that Green-skinned Monster?" Hawkeye asked with a sneer.
" Green-skinned Monster?!" Conn's eyes widened in shock, and a terrifying killing intent surged forth.
"You dare call us Green-skinned Monster?!"
The other four Skrulls immediately became enraged.
"Fuck! He called us Green-skinned Monster?!?!"
"This is an insult to the Skrulls! Conn!"
"I'm going to tear him apart!"
"I'm going to twist his head and turn it into a wine glass!"
Conn suddenly raised his hand, and the four Skrulls immediately fell silent.
"You're dead, Clint Barton!"
"Even Jesus can't save you, I'm telling you!"