Chapter 1154: ?Black eat black

There is a saying in the celestial dynasty that men chase women across the mountain and women chase men's gauze.

In the following days, faced with Janet's fierce pursuit, Pim, who had had a hard time for years, quickly fell.

After returning to New York, because Dr. Dean and his daughter also lived in this city, Pim always went to Dr. Dean to discuss issues or hang out with Janet during breaks.

Whether it's a roller coaster ride in an amusement park or a picnic outside, the relationship between the two is getting more and more ambiguous.

But Pim couldn't see the phantom of his ex-girlfriend these days, and he seemed to be missing something in his heart, anxious.

Whenever Janet wanted to take the two of them further, Pim's brain would automatically show the scene of his ex-girlfriend dying in his arms, and then he would subconsciously push Janet away.

The woman asked him again and again why and if there was something unspeakable, but Pim could always find an excuse to shirk.

Janet was not angry either, she still understood his past. But she has a small wish to be a superhero.

She began to imply that she wanted to be Ant-Man’s partner, just like Bucky who was next to the US team in the past. Which hero does not have a helper? She is not bad-hearted, but she also wants to be a righteous policeman to protect the people.

"Oh, Hank, you see even the police persuade Ant-Man to find a partner." Janet didn't know where to get out a tabloid. It showed that Ant-Man had defeated a giant beetle that drilled out of the sewer. At that time, a policeman was overheard by the reporter.

Or, ‘Hank, let’s go to the New York Museum today to see the stories of superheroes. Hey, why do you say Captain America always takes Bucky to events? ’.

She didn't reveal his identity, just tapped sideways with words, saying things like that.

This almost made it clear that she wanted to help, but because of the death of his fiancée, how could Pim take the people he likes out to take risks?

Whenever she said these things, he would hesitate to prevaricate, nervous to lose logic.

Janet could only get disappointed again and again, while Pim retracted into the basement and talked to the ant he named ‘Little Grey Grey’.

It was originally just an ordinary red ant. He enlarged it to the size of a puppy and kept it at home like a pet. Why are red ants called Xiaohuihui? The ghost knows.

Other superheroes have partners. Pim has an entire army. The colony of ants in his backyard has more than 100,000 under careful care. As long as there are enough Pim particles, they are undoubtedly a very strong force.

He is very satisfied now. He also thought about marrying Janet, but her passion for being a superhero made Pim scared.

Over the years, many superheroes have emerged in the United States. Since the amazing year, the big pot in New York has always been filled with new ingredients. There are superheroes and super villains. Being a vigilante is definitely the occupation with the highest mortality rate, higher than that of police and firefighters.

You can see on the news almost every week that masked heroes die in small alleys. Their actual identities are rich and poor, but everyone is equal before death. It's not that wearing a good bulletproof uniform is foolproof. Sometimes death comes suddenly.

Pim couldn't imagine what he would do if Janet was really short and long, so the best way he thought of was to keep her away from the underwater darkness.

However, this world has never been shifted by someone's will. It has its own laws of operation. The more you worry about something, the more things will happen.

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Two months have passed since the meeting of scientists. On a dark and windy night in a certain month, Janet came out of her tailor's workshop. She planned to go to her father's laboratory and ask him to eat together.

She wondered why scientists like to do experiments in the basement, maybe because it is dark enough?

In short, the research funding is very tight, and the experimental environment is limited. Dr. Dean can only carry out projects in his basement. When she went down the stairs and into the dark basement, she thought her father was not there.

"Dad? I'm back, do you want to go out for dinner together? I also want to talk about Milan Fashion Week this year..."

She smiled and waved her handbag, while reaching out to fumble for the buttons on the wall, but when the pale light came on again in the room, she let out a scream.

Because she saw her father fall in a pool of blood, with a horrified expression on her face, she had become blue and stiff.

Holding her father and crying bitterly, she didn't notice that there was a group of people outside her back door. At this time, she was walking over the fence of the garden and leaving quickly with some things.

These people were unidentified. They were wearing black suits, ran across the street, and got into a few cars that hadn't stalled. Then a puff of smoke from the exhaust pipes of these cars drove towards the suburbs.

"What do you say now?"

These people in black did not pay attention, and a car with no lights on behind them also followed them, as silent as a ghost in the night.

The stalker is a one-eyed black man and a red-haired woman.

The woman drove the car, while the black man sat in the co-pilot and looked forward calmly with dead fish eyes: "A surprise, Black Widow, our task is to conduct a secret background check on Dean and his daughter to prevent them from having ulterior motives for Hank. Thinking of seeing a robbery."

Natasha yawned as she drove: "So do we even have to do police work now? Boring."

Fury was still expressionless: "According to my experience, something that allows a group of people in black suits to move in the middle of the night must be a good thing... This direction should be out of town to New Jersey, etc. When we get to the outskirts, we will do it."

"Ah, black eats black, I like it." Natasha said perfunctorily, without a happy expression on her face.

Fury drew a folded submachine gun from under the seat, skillfully reloaded it, and at the same time took out a LAW rocket launcher from under the back seat and held it in his arms: "There is nothing black, but SHIELD is threatening again. Elimination is in the bud, as always..."

"Tsk, what a good point." Natasha sneered. Yankee just likes to talk about justice: "What is the plan? Do we need to call someone?"

Fury shook his head and rubbed the turquoise bazooka: "The fewer people who know about this, the better, it's the two of us. They put things in the second car, and after a while to the outskirts, you overtake them in front of them. Then I will use a bazooka to knock out the first car in the convoy and force them to stop, and then it's up to you."

Natasha tilted her head indifferently: "Then you lend me the submachine gun. I don't want to fight them with bullets."

"I'll give you a better one." Fury pulled away his seat from the side. Inside was an automatic rifle of different models: "All firearms are clean, and the rifling cannot be traced. They disappear on the production line. 'The kind of gun."

"That's okay. It turns out that we usually sit on a four-wheeled arsenal." Natasha shrugged, holding the steering wheel in one hand and holding up a Wilson 47 in the other. It's a Slav, who is used to smoking while sitting on a cannonball."

Fury closed his eyes and rested: "And I'm an American, and I always have weapons in my car. Don't tell jokes now. If you lose your vacation this month, it will be gone."

Natasha glanced at him: "You are the one telling the joke. Black Widow will lose her target? It's not funny at all."

As she said, these people couldn't escape the hunting of spiders. When they drove to a highway in the suburbs, the car that had been like a ghost suddenly accelerated and drifted in place after passing all the cars in the convoy. Degree, began to reverse.

The tires rubbed against the road and blue smoke came out, and Fury stuck out his upper body from the window of the co-pilot, and then the leading vehicle rose into the air in the explosion.

A few cars in the back braked suddenly, but there was still an unavoidable collision, and the road suddenly became chaotic.

Natasha slammed the steering wheel, jumped off the car with a rifle after avoiding the igniting vehicle that leaped into the air, kneeling on the ground after a rollover, and skillfully blasted the tires of several other cars.

The opponent rushed out of the car in a mess, trying to shoot back, but ordinary people were still a lot worse when facing the black widow, almost exploding if they showed their heads, and Natasha had no intention of staying alive.

She suppressed everyone with a single shot, got up and quickly walked in and shot, and she kept getting close to the second car that was storing things.

The long red hair gleamed faintly in the moonlight, and the flame of the muzzle made her face light and dark.

The front flip boarded on the roof of the car and fired around. While knocking down all the resisting targets, she drew a pistol and fired into the compartment below her. The special-seeded projectile was enough to penetrate the thin defenses of the car until there was no movement at her feet. The magazine easily knocked down the few people who had fled outside the highway.

Ferry was late to arrive at this time, but he was so thick-skinned, it seemed that hiding behind the woman would have no effect on him. He took his submachine gun and smashed the car glass and opened the car door vigilantly.

Turn on the flashlight. Except for the corpses of a few people in black, there are cardboard boxes, which are filled with manuscript paper, which looks like some experimental data.

Fury lowered his head to examine the corpse, pulled out this certificate from the pocket of his black suit, and smacked his lips: "Men from the military, Army Special Intelligence Service."

Natasha jumped off the roof of the car, took a look, smiled and said, "Um, congratulations."

It’s not the first time someone killed the military~www.NovelMTL.com~ This is not something she should worry about. With this effort, it’s better to think about where to eat supper.

At this time, there was still a living person in the car. The person in the co-pilot was shot a few times, but because Natasha shot through the ceiling, the injury was not fatal, and he woke up from shock.

"Nick Fury...you're done, the general won't let you go..."

He vomited blood and said that he knew this nigger, and S.H.I.E.L.D. attacking a federal agent was definitely a felony.

Fury raised his hand expressionlessly and shot the man's head into a rotten watermelon, then calmly changed the magazine: "You move all the materials to our car, I will clean the battlefield and take action."

"You actually asked the lady to do physical work. Valentina didn't mean to divorce you?" Natasha picked up a stack of boxes, mainly because there were internal organs and brains in the car. It was very difficult to wipe her leather clothes. Troublesome.

Ferry wiped the footprints on the roof of the car, took out the time bomb from the windbreaker, set it and threw it into each compartment: "Evacuate in thirty seconds, and this has never happened."