Saiyans in Marvel

Italy had completely lifted the management of firearms earlier. Natasha took Techara to a private shooting range to prepare to train him to some shooting skills.

"You have almost the most Black Panther suits, so it doesn't matter if you have a shooting skill at all. You can shoot against the opponent's fire."

The power of modern weapons is far greater than the ten claws installed on the Black Panther's suit.

Natasha asked him to resist Gustav's recoilless cannon on his shoulders. He first familiarized himself with the process of loading and shooting, as well as the use of sights, and then installed a 553B caliber for him.

Training bullet.

The training bullet is equipped with a 7.62mm rifle bullet. The ballistics are similar to armor-breaking bullets, and can also simulate the sound and smoke effect of live bullets.

Using modern weapons is a very serious matter, and negligence can easily harm others and oneself.

Techara is not completely without foundation. After hitting the target with four consecutive shots with training bullets, Natasha replaced him with a live ammunition.

"boom!"

The warhead inside the live ammunition directly blows the target into pieces.

"You have found a good partner, Nina."

Charlie walked over with a cane. He was the head of the Mainland Hotel in Rome. Natasha had completed more than a dozen super difficult tasks in his hotel with a pseudonym Nina. This training ground is owned by him.

His vision was outstanding, and it could be seen that although Techara was a little unfamiliar with the use of weapons, she was very powerful, and there were also a lot of traces left by strict training on her hands and elbow joints.

"You haven't appeared for almost seven or eight years, and the young people in this industry have forgotten you."

Charlie lit the match and lit the cigar that was holding on the top.

"If possible, I want to stay away from this line."

Natasha said. If it weren't for the end of her life, she wouldn't have found a hotel in the mainland.

"This industry requires people like you, professional, precise, and clean. A year ago, a freak with a cat mask appeared in New York, completely disrupting this industry. What super powers are you not needed as a killer at all.

Those ones."

Charlie said rambledly.

The cat demon who emerged from nowhere was like a meteor, causing stormy waves in the underground world, and has not subsided even now.

"Charlie took good care of me during my time as a killer."

After Charlie left, Natasha explained that the heads of these mainland hotels always favor some powerful killers.

Techara nodded, knowing that Natasha was reluctant to tell her past experiences.

"Who is the cat demon?"

He is very interested in the cat demon.

"A mysterious killer, he should be a powerful mutant. He had fought with the Green Devil, but unfortunately he mysteriously disappeared."

Natasha explained that SHIELD tried to find the cat demon, but unfortunately she found nothing.

"Maybe we can ask the killers of the mainland hotel to help us."

The Wakanda royal family still has a lot of property in Europe, enough to hire all the killers in the Roman mainland hotels.

"The killers of mainland hotels are just ordinary people, and there is no chance or organization at all, so they are useless. Unfortunately, even mainland hotels cannot contact the cat demon."

Natasha knows the nature of those killers very well. It’s okay to fight a good fight. If they are asked to fight against formal armed organizations like SHIELD, they will only collapse at once.

The only thing I can count on is the cat demon, who collects money and does things, and is very powerful. Unfortunately, even the mainland hotel can no longer contact him.

In two days, Natasha taught Techara to use squad machine guns, fully automatic assault rifles and fully automatic pistols. She asked Techara to practice by herself in the patrol ground.

The newly purchased prepaid phone suddenly rang twice and then hung up directly.

"The fish is hooked, let's go."

Natasha held the phone and creaked it. Brock Rumlo had arrived in Rome. She said, taking out the phone card and breaking it, and then breaking the entire phone.

Techara put all the weapons into the weapon bag in a category and stuffed them into the trunk of the Fiat hatchback.

His eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was ready to kill the enemy and avenge his compatriots and relatives.

The small Fiat hatchback drove out of the shooting range and circled a large circle in Rome's complex road system before reaching the scheduled location.

Techara got out of the car first, looked around quietly, and found a cafe to sit down. After a few minutes, Natasha got out of the car and walked into the high-end restaurant that she had booked in advance.

Here is a sniper blind spot at the surrounding commanding heights, with excellent vision.

Not long after, Patton walked into the restaurant at the agreed time. He took advantage of the waiter's opportunity to pour water and said:

"More than a dozen people came to the Rapid Response Special Forces, plus fifty people from the Roman branch operation team, we stabbed the hornet's nest, Natasha."

"As expected, we've had a worse situation, right, Patton."

"But I never thought the enemy would be S.H.E.L.D."

Patton said with a complicated expression. The rapid response of the special forces to such a fierce reaction almost confirmed that they had a problem. He never thought that SHIELD, as a spy organization and powerful department, would be infiltrated by another organization.

It's simply a great shame.

"They've come out."

Natasha took advantage of the excellent vision in the restaurant and looked like a torch, easily distinguishing the disguised agents of S.H.E.L.D.

"The Chrysler on the east side of the intersection, the ice cream stall in front of the bookstore at nine o'clock, and the couple in the flower shop at six o'clock, pay attention to them, and solve them as soon as possible after the fire broke out in the restaurant."

"clear."

Techara carried the black golf bag on her back and dragged her suitcase to the third floor of the building where the coffee shop was located.

"Comrade? Is it trustworthy?"

Patton asked, eating seafood risotto with a fork.

"He has a bloody feud with Rumlo. Compared to betrayal, I am more worried that he will kill Rumlo directly."

Natasha picked up the wine glass and sipped it.

"Then we have to do it quickly."

Patton said, pulling out the pistol from the underarm holster and pulling the trigger directly.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, a well-dressed male customer who was separated by two tables was blown off his head. A scream immediately sounded in the restaurant, and the customers and waiters ran around like headless flies.

Several agents were particularly conspicuous against the abortion.

"Bang!" "Bang! Bang!"

They shot at each other in the restaurant. Natasha and Patton had an overwhelming advantage in shooting, and agents were constantly shot and killed and fell to the ground.

"Walk!"

Natasha had already studied the retreat route.