Chapter 1843 - Hm, A Little Old
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
On a hill not far away, Natasha looked at the fierce battle below and asked curiously, "Are you really going to wait until these soldiers have been taken down before you do anything?"
Crossing his arms, Luke simply hummed in response.
Curious, Natasha asked, "So, you don't care about the deaths of these soldiers at all?"
Luke turned around and looked at her. "Do you think these soldiers don't have innocent blood on their hands?"
Natasha thought for a moment before she said, "They're probably just following orders and serving their country. They're different from ordinary murderers, right?"
Luke said, "That's why I'm standing here instead of going down to cripple them."
Natasha was stumped. She couldn't argue with that.
If soldiers followed orders and carried out a massacre in other countries, then gang members who robbed and peddled drugs under their boss's orders weren't committing big crimes, right?
Those soldiers weren't killing invaders in self-defense; a lot of the lives they took were those of innocent civilians.
Batman was known to break bones when beating up hooligans; by that standard, these soldiers would be turned into paraplegics.
As they talked, the battle below grew intense.
There were as many as ten armored vehicles with comprehensive firepower; there was no shortage of twin-barreled auto cannons and surface-to-air missiles.
However, the two hostile special fighter jets took down the two Apaches first and seized control of the air. They then cut off the road.
More than 20 attackers jumped down from the two fighter planes and attacked the 60 soldiers in the middle of the road.
These attackers all wore heavy armor and metal masks. They were fast, efficient and agile.
What surprised Luke was that their rifles had characteristics and effects similar to Tony's pulse cannon.
The armored trucks which had turned around swerved and even flipped over.
Relying on their equipment and their advantage in numbers, they took down the soldiers in the convoy, and the casualty rate rose rapidly.
At this rate, it would take less than five minutes for all the soldiers in the convoy to die.
Natasha suddenly said, "Oh, that woman's gun is pretty good."
Luke knew who she was talking about.
The leader of the attackers was a woman, and the only one who used a pistol.
However, her pistol couldn't compare with the rifles, which were unusual.
The biggest problem with such a high-energy weapon was the power source, followed by the size.
It was hard to make a rifle with such high output, let alone a small pistol.
However, the attacker who had fired the most had fired more than 20 shots, which proved that the rifle's energy system was quite advanced.
"Whatever you can get is yours," was all Luke said.
Natasha glanced at him and couldn't help but mumble to herself: Thank god, you finally know to give ladies special treatment.
At that moment, Luke suddenly raised his head. "Activate your stealth system. Someone's here."
Ten seconds later, a sharp, slender aircraft flew over, and more than ten small missiles forced the attackers' two fighter planes to leave the battlefield.
Then, a dozen soldiers rappelled down from the plane and surrounded the attackers before moving in.
For a moment, the attackers were caught up in a siege.
Worst of all, the dozen soldiers who had just arrived as reinforcements were more skilled and had similar equipment.
The situation turned around almost immediately.
After watching for a moment, Natasha said, "It seems that these attackers are going to fail."
Luke was lost for words. I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it! It seems that this Cobra is also potentially useless.
Soon, one of the fighter planes returned and let down a circular platform on a rope.
It came down next to the female leader of the attackers.
She got on the platform, grabbed the rope, and retreated without any hesitation.
The remaining four or five attackers consciously covered for her and were all killed in a minute.
On the other side, the soldiers used a device to create a virtual projection of a figure in combat uniform.
The reinforcements called this man "General," and he quickly convinced Captain Duke, who was the leader of the convoy, to hand over the big box with the MARS logo on it.
After an inspection, the box was sent back to the slender aircraft, and Captain Duke and Cord went with it.
The other wounded soldiers waited for the rescue helicopters sent from the base over 30 kilometers away.
Natasha thought for a moment. "You don't want those guns?"
Luke said, "If you like them, go get them yourself. You only have five minutes."
Natasha immediately moved in stealth mode and easily picked up the four most intact rifles from the group.
When she returned, she gave Luke two guns. "These are for you."
Luke said, "You can keep them. I'm leaving." He then glided off.
A pleased smile appeared on Natasha's face. Sure enough, this guy didn't think much of these small things.
She could have chosen not to say anything, but after everything was over, these would have to be included in the spoils of war.
With just a few words, they were now hers. Of course she would take them.
More importantly, this would buy her some time. She would give the bigshot two guns first, then sell the other two to Tony for points.
After this matter was over, these energy guns would be worthless.
It was for this reason that she didn't take more.
It was basic nature for top agents to know when not to overdo things.
Batman would only look down on her if she was delayed by this small amount of extra income.
Luke didn't really care about Natasha's thoughts.
She was a qualified agent, and he couldn't be bothered with small things.
He was the one who had issued the 'currency' in the first place; in the bigger scheme of things, her getting more points didn't matter. In any case, she would still have to spend them with him in the end.
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They returned to Paris that night.
Luke was keeping an eye on the female leader, and wouldn't take action for the time being.
Seeing that, Natasha took the time to seal the four rifles in two special boxes and give them to Phil's men.
New SHIELD would deliver them to Tony, who would help her deliver one box to the bigshot.
As a top female agent, she was indeed very meticulous and was good at making use of every opportunity.
Whether it was Phil or Tony, they had no time to bicker over the small matter of her using them as errand boys.
After dropping off the rifles, Natasha returned to the warehouse in a good mood.
After she opened the door and went inside, she was about to say something, when she saw the image on the virtual screen. She exclaimed lightly, then looked at Luke with a strange expression. "Is it good?"
Crossing his legs, Luke looked at the screen and took a long sip of his beer before he said lightly, "Hm, a little old."
