Besides Essence Wine, I Also Sell People (Happy New Year, Everyone!)

Natasha had never been as nervous as she was today.

She was not trembling all over, but her heart, kneaded and wrung a thousand times over, had risen to her throat.

Five million was nothing.

But the value of this Essence Wine to S.H.I.E.L.D. might be far greater than five million!

Hydra had infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. Although her operation was only reported to Director Fury, and only he knew about it, there was no guarantee that someone had not noticed.

S.H.I.E.L.D.’s intelligence network had always been damn impressive. A legendary agent like her would definitely be a priority target for Hydra’s infiltrators. Her every move was under surveillance, and her life could be in danger at any moment.

No one could guarantee that her movements over the past few days had not been tracked, or that her investigation had not itself been investigated.

Better safe than sorry.

Natasha did not dare relax in the slightest.

Suddenly!

She sensed that something was wrong.

There was actually a traffic jam!

How was that possible?

She had chosen the best route in advance and kept her satellite navigation on the whole time.

This was bad. Danger!

Natasha instinctively dodged.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Several gunshots rang out in succession, followed by piercing, shrill cracks.

The bulletproof glass had been penetrated!

A spray of blood burst out and splattered across the bulletproof glass, a brilliant crimson.

"Snipers, at least two!"

Natasha did not even need to look to know that snipers had to be hidden in high-floor rooms or even on the rooftops of the buildings on both sides. The difference in height where the bullets had pierced the two panes of glass made that clear.

She had to abandon the car!

The cramped space gave her no way to escape the snipers’ gaze. The bulletproof glass and reinforced body could not stop specially made armor-piercing rounds. The only thing she could do now was risk leaving the car and take cover inside a nearby building.

Natasha did not hesitate for even a second.

Even for an agent of her level, it would be difficult to evade the deadly shots of at least two ace snipers, but she had no choice but to take the risk.

Otherwise, she could only wait to die!

There was no need to think about it. They had to be Hydra agents.

The only question was whether they had come for her, or for the Essence Wine in the car.

If it was the former, then only she was in danger.

If it was the latter, then Master Wang was surely in even greater danger than she was…

No!

Hydra would not kill Master Wang. They would only take him away.

Whether it was for the Kunlun Iron Fist behind Master Wang or to obtain more Essence Wine, a living Master Wang was more valuable than a dead one!

Just then,

Natasha heard a continuous barrage of gunfire.

People rushed out of the other cars blocking her and opened fire on her.

Fortunately, these people only had pistols and submachine guns. Their bullets were not specially made armor-piercing rounds, and their power was insufficient. It would be hard for them to shoot through the bulletproof glass and reinforced body produced by the Technology Department anytime soon.

But that made abandoning the car clearly impossible.

She was not the Winter Soldier or the Kunlun Iron Fist. With a body of flesh and blood, she could not confront so many well-equipped, well-trained elite soldiers head-on.

Could she only wait to die?

No!

Natasha’s eyes suddenly flickered as she spotted a nimble figure.

He was a powerfully built man dressed in a black skintight combat suit. In his hands was a specially made high-tech compound bow, and on his back was a custom quiver containing more than twenty specialized arrows.

He was around 190 centimeters tall, without a shred of excess fat on his body. The exposed muscles of his arms were taut and powerful, brimming with explosive strength.

He raced across a Chinese-style building on the left, agile and swift.

This man, like the wind itself, suddenly drew an arrow.

He bent his bow and nocked it.

He drew the string, then released it.

In that split second, the arrow tore through the sky toward a distant window.

A warm smile appeared at the corner of Natasha’s lips.

Without a doubt, one sniper had been dealt with.

"Clint…"

She murmured softly. He was someone utterly dependable, someone she trusted without reservation, someone who had changed the course of her life.

He had persuaded her to leave her former organization and join S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Hawkeye" Clint Barton, a Level 7 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., the greatest marksman in the world.

In her eyes, there was no second place.

Now that he was here, there was nothing to fear!

Two guns suddenly appeared in Natasha’s hands.

The counterattack had begun!

Every arrow took a life. In terms of combat alone, Hawkeye, who excelled at both close combat and ranged attacks, was more terrifying than Black Widow.

His arrows could not be faster than bullets, but they were absolutely more accurate. Combined with his incredible reflexes, hand-eye coordination, and exceptionally rare computational ability, he had never missed.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had always emphasized unity and cooperation, and there were not many agents qualified to act alone.

Black Widow was one.

Hawkeye was another.

And now, they fought side by side once more.

It was like the Four Great Constables, who had always handled cases independently, suddenly joining forces.

They could go anywhere under heaven.

Bullets flew, and arrows streaked through the air.

Hawkeye was not S.H.I.E.L.D.’s only reinforcement.

More than a dozen S.H.I.E.L.D. agents suddenly appeared, each one an elite. In the blink of an eye, over ten Hydra agents had been taken down.

Only then did Natasha understand:

This was no coincidence.

This was not a trap.

If they had intended to use her, or even Master Wang, as bait to lure Hydra into making a move, there would have been no need to hide it from her. She believed the director trusted her abilities. If she had to act, she was confident she could become a Hollywood star adored by millions and completely deceive Hydra.

So it was more likely that they had turned the situation against Hydra.

Director Fury knew where she was.

He had been watching her all along.

He had noticed Hydra’s operation and sent Hawkeye and the others to support her.

If that was the case, then the director probably had no time to consider sending support to Master Wang.

Over there…

Would something happen to him?

The battle ended quickly.

"Natasha!"

Hawkeye quickly ran over and stood beside Natasha, remaining on guard as he asked in a deep voice, "Are you badly hurt? We’re going back to Triskelion Headquarters!"

"No, we’re going to the Azeroth Specialties Shop!"

Ignoring the pain in the left side of her waist, Natasha said decisively, "Hydra definitely won’t let Master Wang go. We’re going to save him!"

"Master Wang?"

Hawkeye froze. "Who is that?"

He had been on vacation.

While his child was asleep, he had been discussing the ideals of life with his wife when he suddenly received a call from the director. It killed the mood instantly, and he reluctantly crawled out of bed and rushed back to S.H.I.E.L.D. overnight.

The director had decided to deal with Hydra, and S.H.I.E.L.D. needed him.

But the moment he arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D., he was assigned a mission:

Rendezvous with Agent Romanoff.

Other than that, he knew nothing.

So what exactly had happened during the past few days of his vacation?

"Master Wang is connected to someone extremely important, someone we must recruit."

Natasha opened the rear door, picked up a jar, and gulped down more than a dozen mouthfuls before wiping her mouth. She stared seriously at Hawkeye. "Clint, Master Wang is a Chinese martial arts master, like Shang-Chi, though he probably isn’t as strong as Shang-Chi… I’ll call him."

Natasha picked up her phone and dialed.

It had barely rung once before the call connected.

Thank God, it seemed Hydra had not made its move yet… Natasha hurriedly said, "Master Wang, Hydra may very well mean you harm. Find somewhere to hide immediately. We’ll be there soon…"

"Hydra? You mean these guys?"

A muffled groan came from the other end, followed by Old Wang’s relaxed and cheerful voice. "There are seven in total, and they’re all still alive… I was just about to ask you, how much can I get if I sell these guys to S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Natasha froze.

A book recommendation: "Carrying BGM as I Storm Marvel," by Yun Dongliu.

With my BGM playing, no one can defeat me, not even O-A-A!

Li Congxin transmigrated into the Marvel World and awakened a god-tier BGM system. Every piece of background music possessed a different effect.

As one background track after another began to play, the entire world’s style underwent strange changes…

I’ve read part of this one. It’s pretty interesting.

It’s New Year’s, and a close neighbor of mine is getting married, so I’ve been pretty busy. So as not to delay everyone’s eating, drinking, and having fun, Gugu decided to post only one chapter today… Is the Spring Festival Gala any good? I haven’t watched it yet. I got stuck on the writing and spent several hours on one chapter. Poor me.