Saiyans in the Marvel Universe

Italy had earlier completely lifted controls on firearms. Natasha took T'Challa to a private shooting range to train him in some shooting skills.

"You have a Black Panther suit that can withstand most of the Black Panthers, so it doesn't matter if your shooting skills are a little bit different. You can completely withstand the opponent's firepower and shoot at each other."

Modern weapons are far more powerful than the ten claws mounted on the Black Panther suit.

Natasha asked him to put the Gustav recoilless rifle on his shoulder. She first familiarized him with the loading and shooting process with an empty chamber, as well as how to use the sight, and then installed a 553B sub-caliber gun for him. Training ammunition.

The training round contains a 62mm rifle round with a ballistic trajectory similar to that of an armor-piercing round, and can also simulate the sound and smoke effects of live ammunition.

The use of modern weapons is a very serious matter, and carelessness can easily harm others or yourself.

T'Challa was not completely without foundation. After hitting the target with four consecutive rounds of training bombs, Natasha replaced him with a live bomb.

"boom!"

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

"You've found a great partner, Nina."

Charlie came over on crutches. He was the head of the Continental Hotel in Rome. Natasha once used the alias Nina to complete more than ten extremely difficult tasks in his hotel. This training ground is privately owned by him.

He had excellent eyesight and could see that although T'Challa was a little new to using weapons, his strength was very good, and there were a lot of traces of rigorous training on his hands and elbow joints.

"You haven't been around for almost seven or eight years, and all the young people working in this field have forgotten about you."

Charlie struck a match and lit the cigar hanging on top.

"If possible, I would stay away from this business."

Natasha said. If she hadn't been desperate, she wouldn't have gone to the Continental Hotel.

"This industry needs people like you, who are professional, precise, and neat. A year ago, a freak with a cat mask appeared in New York, completely disrupting this industry. What kind of superpowers are not needed as a killer? Those ones."

Charlie said nonchalantly.

The cat demon appeared out of nowhere, like a meteor, causing a storm in the underground world, which has not subsided even now.

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

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

T'Challa nodded, knowing that Natasha was reluctant to talk about 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 who once fought against the Green Goblin. Unfortunately, he disappeared mysteriously."

Natasha explained. S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to find Nekoman, but to no avail.

"Perhaps we can ask the killers from the Continental Hotel to help us."

The Wakanda royal family still has a lot of property in Europe, enough to hire all the killers in the Continental Hotel in Rome.

"The killers at the Continental Hotel are just ordinary people, and they have no chance or organization at all. They are of no use. It's a pity that even the Continental Hotel can't contact the Cat Demon."

Natasha knew the nature of those killers very well. It was okay to fight with the wind, but if they were allowed to fight against a regular armed organization like SHIELD, they would only collapse.

The only one who can be counted on is the cat demon, who collects money to do things and is very powerful. Unfortunately, even the Continental Hotel can no longer contact him.

Natasha taught T'Challa to use a squad machine gun, a fully automatic assault rifle and a fully automatic pistol in two days. Then let T'Challa practice on his own in the patrol field.

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

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

Natasha held the phone and squeezed it loudly. Brock Rumlow has arrived in Rome. As she spoke, she took out the phone card, broke it, and then dismantled the entire phone.

T'Challa put all the weapons into weapon bags by category and stuffed them into the trunk of the Fiat hatchback.

His eyes are full of murderous intent, and he is ready to kill his enemies and avenge his compatriots and relatives.

The compact Fiat hatchback drove out of the shooting range and made a large circle through Rome's complex road system before arriving at the predetermined location.

T'Challa got out of the car first, looked around quietly, and found a coffee shop to sit down. After a few minutes, Natasha got out of the car and walked into the high-end restaurant that had been reserved in advance.

This is a sniper blind spot from the surrounding commanding heights, with excellent visibility.

Not long after, Barton walked into the restaurant at the appointed time. He took advantage of the waiter to pour water and said:

"More than ten people from the rapid response special forces came, plus fifty people from the Rome branch's action team, we have stung a hornet's nest, Natasha."

"As expected, we've seen worse, haven't we, Patton."

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

Patton said with a complicated expression. Such a violent response from the rapid response special forces 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. This is simply a disgrace.

"They're already out."

Natasha took advantage of the excellent view in the restaurant and her piercing eyes to easily distinguish the disguised S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

"The Chrysler on the east side of the intersection, the ice cream stand in front of the bookstore at nine o'clock, the couple in the flower shop at six o'clock, pay attention to them, and deal with them as soon as possible after a firefight occurs in the restaurant."

"clear."

T'Challa put the black golf bag on his back and dragged his suitcase up to the third floor of the building where the coffee shop was located.

"Companion? Are you trustworthy?"

Patton asked, eating seafood risotto with a fork.

"He and Rumlow have a blood feud. Rather than betraying him, I'm more worried about him killing Rumlow directly."

Natasha picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"Then we have to do it quickly."

Patton said, pulled out the pistol from the holster under his arm, and pulled the trigger directly.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and a well-dressed male customer two tables away was shot in the head. Screams suddenly erupted in the restaurant, and customers and waiters were scurrying around like headless flies.

Several agents stood out against the flow of people.

"Bang!" "Bang! Bang!"

They were shooting each other in the restaurant. Natasha and Barton's marksmanship had an overwhelming advantage, and agents were constantly shot and fell to the ground.

"Walk!"

Natasha had already studied the retreat route.