On a hill not far away, Natasha looked down at the fierce battle on the road and asked curiously, "Are you really going to wait for these soldiers to be defeated before you make a move?"
Luke crossed his arms and simply hummed in response.
Natasha habitually asked, "So, you don't care about the deaths of these soldiers at all?"
Luke turned his head and looked at her. "Do you think these soldiers don't have the blood of innocent people on their hands?"
Natasha thought for a moment, then said, "They're probably just following orders and serving their country. They're different from regular murderers, right?"
Luke said, "That's why I'm standing here instead of going down to cripple them."
Natasha was stunned. That made so much sense that she couldn't refute it.
If soldiers could go on a killing spree in other countries just because they followed orders, then it wouldn't be a big deal for hooligans to follow the orders of their gang leaders to rob and sell drugs.
These soldiers were not killing invaders in self-defense. Many of the people they killed were innocent civilians from other countries.
Given the rule that Batman would break at least one bone when he beat up hooligans, these soldiers would probably be paralyzed at the very least.
As they talked, the battle below intensified.
There were as many as ten armored vehicles equipped with perfect firepower, including dual cannons and anti-aircraft missiles.
But the attackers' two strange fighter jets took out two Apaches that were guarding the convoy and gained air supremacy. They then cut off the road with a few shots.
More than twenty attackers jumped out of the fighter jets and pincered the sixty soldiers who were stuck in the middle of the road.
These attackers were all wearing heavy armor and metal masks. They were fast and efficient, and their strength and agility weren't low either.
What surprised Luke was that the rifles they used were actually similar to Tony's Palm Blast Cannon, and had both high temperature and impact.
The armored vehicles that had turned around were hit by the rifles, and one even flipped over.
Relying on their equipment and the advantage of being the first to attack, they beat up the convoy of soldiers who had more people, and their casualty rate soared.
At this rate, it wouldn't take more than five minutes for all the soldiers to be killed.
Natasha suddenly said, "Huh, this woman's gun seems pretty good."
Luke knew who she was talking about.
Only the leader of the attackers was a woman, and she was the only one who used a pistol.
However, the effect of her two pistols was almost the same as the attacker's rifle, which was very unusual.
The biggest problem with this type of high-energy weapon was its energy source, followed by its size.
It would be difficult to make a rifle with such a high output device, not to mention a smaller pistol.
The attacker who had fired the most shots had already fired more than 20 times. This proved that the energy system of the rifle was quite advanced, and it was somewhat related to black technology.
"If you get them, they're yours." That was all he said.
Natasha glanced at him and murmured to herself, "Thank God, at last you know how to treat a lady."
At that moment, Luke suddenly raised his head. "Activate the stealth system. Someone's coming."
More than ten seconds later, a sharp and slender aircraft flew over at high speed. More than ten small missiles forced the attackers' two fighter jets to retreat from the battlefield.
Then, more than ten soldiers took turns to descend from the plane and attacked the attackers from the periphery.
For a moment, the attacker was caught in a state of being attacked from all sides.
What was even worse was that the dozen or so soldiers who had just arrived as reinforcements had higher combat standards than the attackers. Their equipment was also about the same.
With both air superiority and ground troops at a disadvantage, the situation was instantly reversed.
Natasha observed for a moment. "It seems that the attackers are going to fail."
Luke was a little lost for words. I gave you a chance, but you didn't use it! He was watching the show, but you still couldn't steal it. It seemed that this cobra had the potential to be useless.
Very soon, one of the attackers' fighter jets slipped back and released a rope with a small disc on it.
Next to the disc was the female leader of the attackers.
She stood on it, grabbed the rope, rose into the air, and retreated without hesitation.
The remaining four or five attackers consciously covered her back, and they were all killed within a minute.
The reinforcements, on the other hand, projected the figure of a man in a combat uniform with a virtual projection device.
The man, who had been promoted to general by the reinforcements, soon convinced Captain Duke, who was the leader of the convoy, to hand over the big box with the Mars Industries logo.
The big box was examined and sent back to the slender fighter, along with Captain Duke and his deputy, Ricord.
The other wounded soldiers stayed where they were and waited for a rescue helicopter from the base thirty kilometers away.
Natasha thought for a moment. "You don't want those guns?"
Luke said, "Take them if you like them. You only have five minutes."
Natasha immediately sneaked down and easily took away the four most intact rifles from the group of defeated soldiers with her invisibility.
When she returned, she gave Luke two guns. "These are for you."
Luke said, "Keep them for yourself. I'm leaving." He then floated away.
Natasha smiled triumphantly. Sure enough, this guy wasn't interested in these little things.
She didn't have to say that, but these small gains would be counted as spoils of war.
Now, he could get two guns with just one sentence. Why not?
More importantly, there would be a time difference. She could give two guns to the bigshot in advance, and sell the other two to Tony for credit points.
Otherwise, by the time this was over, these obviously mass-produced rifles wouldn't be worth much.
It was also for this reason that she didn't take more.
As a top agent, never being satisfied and knowing when to stop were basic qualities.
If she delayed business because of this little bit of extra income, Batman would only look down on her professionalism.
Luke didn't really care about Natasha's thoughts.
She was qualified as an agent, and he couldn't be bothered with trivial matters.
Credit points were the "currency" that he had issued to begin with. It didn't matter if she took a few dozen more. In any case, she would have to spend it on him in the end.
…
They returned to Paris that night.
Luke kept track of the female boss, and wouldn't take action for the time being.
Seeing that, Natasha greeted him and took the time to seal the four rifles in two special boxes for Phil's men.
S.H.I.E.L.D. would express them to Tony, and Tony would help her give a box to the bigshot.
As a top female agent, Natasha was indeed very meticulous and good at making use of all the favorable conditions.
Neither Phil nor Tony had the time to argue with her over something as trivial as asking her subordinates to run errands.
After giving away the rifles, Natasha returned to the warehouse in a good mood.
She opened the door and got in. She was about to say something, when she saw the image on the virtual screen. She exclaimed in surprise, then looked at Luke, who was staring at her with a strange expression. "Does it look good?"
Luke crossed his legs and looked at the screen. Deep in thought, he picked up his beer and took a sip before he said, "Well, it's a little old."
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