Chapter 266 Black Widow and Nick Fury!
With an expressionless face, Rorschach quickly stepped on the snow that was above his feet.
The tall figure walked through the snow and entered a quiet and deserted street alley.
At this moment, one of his hands was tightly holding the plasma pistol hidden under his woolen windbreaker.
And the whole person is prepared to deal with sudden attacks.
The white-haired old man appeared out of nowhere next to the outdoor table of the cafe.
Although the other party carefully concealed the sound, it seemed to block the sight of others.
But the mixed smell of herbs and metal emanating from his body was not good for Rorschach, who had a keen sense of smell.
It is no less than a bright light suddenly lit in the darkness.
Whether the opponent is a hero or a villain, he appears in New York at the current time period.
He must be here for the matter of the Terra Star Legion!
However, Rorschach stood there and waited for fifteen minutes until he was fully prepared for battle.
Even a layer of snow had accumulated on his shoulders again.
The enemy never showed up.
There was not even any sign of tracking.
"Am I being too suspicious? Or is the other party really a retired hero or villain traveling alone?"
Rorschach narrowed his eyes slightly.
He recalled his previous actions and thought silently.
He was just a little bored after staying in the underground base for a long time.
He took the opportunity of seeing off Blade Warrior Eric, who declined to join the team, and decided to go out and breathe some fresh air.
At the same time, you can also experience the urban snow scene that you haven't seen for a long time.
Now it seems that instead of running into superheroes or villains when you go out.
The safest thing to do is to stay quietly in the underground base.
Rorschach slowly loosened his grip on the plasma pistol.
He quickly turned around and walked towards the exit of the street and alley.
Before returning to the underground base, it is better to take a few more detours and wait for a while.
A few minutes later, Rorschach strode out of the alley.
He almost collided head-on with a slim woman wearing a hood and a black mask.
As he dodged, his eyes accidentally swept across the woman's white neck and the wisps of crimson hair hidden deep in the hood.
Even my keen sense of smell could detect a faint smell of blood.
With a stern expression, Rorschach subconsciously apologized politely to the other party:
"Excuse me."
"It's okay, big guy, just watch the road more when it's snowing."
The other person shook his hooded head nonchalantly.
A soft, slightly hoarse voice came clearly to Rorschach's ears from behind the black mask.
Afterwards, the two people passed each other in a hurry without any communication, and went their separate ways in the wind and snow.
——The
red-haired woman wearing a hood and a black mask seemed to have forgotten the little episode just now.
She walked briskly on the snowy streets of New York.
Every once in a while or after moving a few blocks.
A slim red-haired woman enters a store or clothing department.
When she appeared again, the clothes she was wearing and the shoes she was wearing had changed styles.
The only thing that remains unchanged is the black mask that is always on his face.
An hour later, the red-haired woman crossed the Brooklyn Bridge alone.
Walking into an office building on the edge of Brooklyn.
However, the security personnel standing inside the building to carry out security work seemed not to have noticed her at all.
The red-haired woman quickly walked into an out-of-service elevator with an out-of-service sign.
Then, he activated the full-body scanning system on the button panel without hesitation.
"Fingerprint match, DNA match, pupil match...entry granted."
Snap——
With sudden vibrations and mechanical sounds, the elevator quickly descended deep underground.
And the red-haired woman seemed completely relieved.
She gently took off the black mask covering her face, revealing a delicate face with fair skin and a hint of redness.
Ding!
Not long after, the elevator gradually reached its final destination underground.
The heavy elevator doors slowly opened to both sides silently.
The red-haired woman took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator.
She quickly passed a corridor filled with closed doors.
They arrived in front of an office with the SHIELD logo hanging on it.
The red-haired woman didn't seem to have any intention of knocking.
She simply raised her hand, pushed the door open, and walked into the office.
At this moment, a strong smell of burning cigars suddenly wafted from the dimly lit room.
It also made the red-haired woman subconsciously frown.
"Director, why did you break your rules again... I think you will die from these things sooner or later."
The complaining red-haired woman unzipped her shirt without hesitation.
It also revealed the muscular and curvy body beneath the clothes.
She reached out two slender fingers and took out a folded, rough paper from the hood on her chest.
He casually looked at the man slumped in the old sofa.
The cigar in his mouth, with the burning red tip flickering in the darkness, was thrown over.
"This is a detailed description of the 'Blue Devil' by a survivor of a Mexican slum using extremely sophisticated painting techniques..."
"I have to say, his drawing skills are much better than those sketch profilers in the bureau. I want to recruit him into the SHIELD Academy."
Just as the red-haired woman began to speak.
A thick black hand accurately and powerfully caught the folded paper thrown by the other party.
In the flickering light of the burning cigar.
On the rough paper that was gradually unfolding.
A blue metal giant was wielding a huge sickle shrouded in green light and was tearing apart everything in his way.
At first glance, it appears as clear and vivid as a lifelike photo to the observer.
Even if it is just a painting made of rough material, it vaguely reveals an extremely brutal and bloody aura.
"Well, Natasha, you really didn't fool me... The person who drew this picture is indeed a genius. If there is a chance, we can send him to the SHIELD Academy. I mean, the new academy that was just established recently."
Wisps of cigar smoke filled the air.
A black bald head with a faint luster on its surface slowly straightened its back from the old sofa.
It was right on that dark, weathered face.
The three very eye-catching scars above the left eye and the black eye patch are almost unforgettable.
"Natasha, besides this, is there any other information worth paying attention to?"
Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., stared at the paper in his hand without raising his head.
With a burning cigar between his other two fingers, he continued to ask the red-haired woman.
"A name, or a noun... told to me by a little boy who was saved from the evil cultists by those so-called terrorists..."
"…Astartes!"
The red-haired woman named Natasha seemed to reveal a fleeting hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth.
It's just that it's not targeting the terrorists who are the culprits.
"Astartes? I've never heard of it."
"But, Natasha, don't bring your personal emotions into your work. This is a fatal mistake... Evil cultists are evil cultists, and terrorists are terrorists. One cannot become a good person just because he did a good deed. Moreover, the blood debt of hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians buried with them is not something that can be easily erased."
Nick Fury raised his thickly bearded chin slightly.
The one-eyed man stared at Natasha, who had almost taken off all her clothes, and suddenly said helplessly:
"Natasha, the weather is cold, keep a few clothes on yourself. You will thank me for this advice when you are old."
"Oh, how long-winded!"
Natasha frowned slightly and walked to the locker in the corner of the office with her curvy and slender body.
She casually pulled out a set of close-fitting leather armor with a pitch-black luster.
While putting on his equipment, he said without turning his head:
"When I sent back the intelligence, I had already met Hydra agents at the border, and I heard that Leviathan's Zodiac also sent three constellations from Europe... Even after arriving in New York, I accidentally bumped into a big man on the road. Just by looking at his eyes, I knew that he must be a murderer..."
"Fury, this is a turbulent winter. It's already very difficult for us to deal with Hydra, and with Leviathan's people coming to mess things up... I'm afraid that more things will be involved, causing S.H.I.E.L.D. to fall into an irreparable failure."
Listening to Natasha's constant chattering, which seemed to be an attempt to relieve her emotions.
After a moment of silence, Nick Fury suddenly spoke up:
"I think it's time to tell Rogers some of the truth about S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra."
"He has been sleeping for more than seventy years, and unexpectedly came to an era that does not belong to him. He must have a lot of anger in his heart that he needs to vent."
"Now, we have countless enemies to defeat the captain."
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(End of this chapter)