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Chapter 161 North American Military Observers

"Director, you want me to go to Europe as a military observer?"

In the director's office early in the morning, Natasha was about to process documents when she received news that she couldn't believe.

"It's one of the tasks assigned by the Security Council."

Xia Ling said slowly.

"This mission is of great importance. The situation in Europe is complex and changing. We at SHIELD need to send experienced observers to conduct on-site assessments and report on the local military dynamics and peace process. I think you are suitable, so I will let you go."

Natasha looked at Xia Ling carefully, but couldn't figure out where she fit in.

"Director, I am a Russian. I used to work for the KGB. You want me to go to England to serve as a military observer?"

Natasha just thought Xia Ling was joking. Was he asking her to develop a Cambridge commissioner? If so, then it was fine. After all, the former MI5 was infiltrated by them like a sieve.

But that requires the other person to be willing. Wouldn't your fur change color just by smelling it?

Even though the KGB has declined now, its former influence still exists.

"What are you thinking about? We at SHIELD still need you to develop special personnel. They have been eavesdropped on all the time. Is there any information that we don't know?"

Xia Ling said softly, the tip of the pen gently moving across the paper, making a rustling sound, which formed a sharp contrast with the tranquility in the room.

Natasha looked at Xia Ling strangely as he was writing something she couldn't understand. Although she was curious, she didn't ask what he was doing, but instead asked about her responsibilities.

"Director, if I'm not a development specialist, then what on earth am I doing there?"

"Literally, nothing special, just for you to observe."

Xia Ling stopped writing, tugged at the piece of paper he had just written, and looked up at Natasha.

Seeing that the latter was still confused, he continued: "Your mission is to go deep into this complex environment as a military observer, witness with your own eyes, analyze with your brain, and do not do anything unnecessary."

"You mean, England is planning to send troops to interfere in European affairs? Are they planning to help Germany?"

As soon as she said this, Natasha felt like laughing.

The navy is fine, but what role can the English army play?

It is unexpected that Germany could hold on for so long. After such a long period of castration, it is incredible that this country still has such fighting power.

However, when I followed the English army to aid Germany, I always felt that something was wrong.

"Natasha, I think you'd better not underestimate the English troops. They always fail in various unexpected ways. You'd better be careful."

Natasha rolled her eyes. Isn't this exactly what she was thinking?

"So when do I leave, Chief?"

"Let's do it today. This matter should be dealt with as soon as possible. You should carry this with you. No matter what happens, you must not throw it away. Otherwise, even the Son of God cannot save you."

As Xia Ling spoke, he handed the piece of paper in his hand to Natasha.

Natasha took the scribble with mixed feelings, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

There are complex symbols and patterns drawn on this piece of paper. It seems messy, but it seems to contain some profound meaning.

Natasha frowned and looked at Xia Ling in confusion.

"Chief, what is this?" she asked, gently stroking the pattern on the paper, trying to find some clues from it.

"This is the amulet I gave you. It's too dangerous for you to go to Europe this time, so I gave you this amulet. It can save your life at the critical moment."

Natasha listened to Xia Ling's words with awe and carefully put away the talisman paper to avoid losing it.

"Thank you, Director. I will cherish this amulet." There was a hint of gratitude in Natasha's tone. Originally, the large number of infected people there made Natasha a little worried.

After all, she had seen over the past few days how vulnerable mortal armies were when fighting against the gods' believers.

It was beyond her expectation that Germany could hold out for so long. In her opinion, England sent these troops purely to die.

"However, Chief, the power of those infected and the followers of God is far beyond the reach of ordinary troops. If I go there and encounter an emergency, how should I use this talisman?"

Natasha's expression turned serious.

"You don't have to worry about using it. Just carry it with you and the talisman will naturally protect you. But you have to be extremely careful too."

"Director, I understand. I will always remain vigilant, use my eyes to witness the truth, and use my brain to analyze the situation. No matter what difficulties I encounter, I will do my best to complete this mission."

Natasha nodded solemnly and stopped when she was about to leave the office. She looked back and asked Xia Ling.

"Director, if I go there, who will help you handle the affairs of SHIELD?"

"Natasha, I understand your concerns. However, as a huge organization, SHIELD naturally has its own operating mechanisms and backup plans. I have already arranged for someone to temporarily take over your duties."

He paused, as if weighing his words, and then continued:

"I will temporarily hand over your work to Hill. After all, she is the deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D., so it will be easy for her to handle these matters."

"Deputy Director Hill? That's no problem. I feel at ease with her around." Natasha nodded, with a relieved expression on her face.

"Well, it's okay. At least, it's okay now."

On the border battlefield, Banner was wreaking havoc like a god of death. Under his influence, his younger brothers were unstoppable.

These believers of Khorne were unable to break through their defenses even with the countless infected people coming one after another.

The infected people in the rear continued to pour in, and Banner was not idle either, constantly recruiting troops from the border and the rear.

Let them voluntarily believe in the Blood God, and thus their fighting power will soar.

As Banner continued to recruit new believers, the size of his army expanded rapidly and its combat effectiveness reached unprecedented heights.

Driven by the belief in the Blood God, these newly joined soldiers became extremely fanatical and brave. They were not afraid of life or death, and only knew to charge forward and fight for the Blood God.

On the battlefield, Banner and his believers formed an indestructible line of defense. No matter how fiercely the infected army attacked, they could not break through their formation.

The continued influx of infected people only resulted in more casualties, and their offensive gradually became weak and powerless.

However, today, the situation has changed a little. Banner frowned as he looked at the two people in front of the infected army. Although he was not afraid of them, his combat instinct told Banner that the two people in front of him were different from his minions.

Banner was secretly on guard. He waved his hand to signal his subordinates behind him to temporarily stop attacking, and he slowly moved forward, ready to meet the two uninvited guests in person.

"Who are you?" Banner asked in a deep voice. His voice echoed on the battlefield and the two people on the opposite side naturally heard it.

"Banner, I know you, we are here to end the war."

Pietro's eyes were twinkling and his voice was a little hoarse.

The rapid destruction of Europe has a lot to do with him. If his speed had not been so fast, European countries would not have been infected so quickly.

However, these followers of Khorne are not so easy to be infected, and their leader Banner is so powerful.

In fact, he is much more powerful than his sister Wanda.

Pietro naturally did not dare to neglect such a formidable opponent and planned to have a talk with him.

Upon hearing this, Banner sneered, "End the war? How do you end it?"

"Of course, you should convert, stop believing in that warmongerer, and join the great and kind Father's camp. Then, the cruel war will naturally end.

By then, we can let you take the second seat here, isn't that wonderful?"

Banner sneered even more, and the believers around him began to boo in derision, as if Pietro's words were a huge joke to them.

"Peace? What you call peace is nothing more than making our faith and strength submit to you. Let me tell you, we will never give up our faith in the Blood God, nor will we bow to you."

Wanda shook her head at Pietro.

"It seems that this monster cannot understand our sincerity. Pietro, don't waste your words on him. Since he doesn't want to embrace his loving father, let him drown in his delusions of warmongering."

Wanda's words were like ice, instantly freezing the noise of the battlefield. Her eyes flashed with determination and coldness, as if she had already made the final decision.

Pietro looked at Wanda with mixed emotions.

"Wait, Wanda, we can still talk to Banner some more."

Pietro actually doesn't like to waste time talking to others, but Banner is too powerful and he can't help but persuade him.

After all, if a war really breaks out, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Before Pietro finished his words, Banner had already waved his hand impatiently, signaling the believers behind him to prepare to attack again.

His eyes were full of disdain and provocation, as if he had seen through Pietro and Wanda's intentions.

"What is there to talk about with a bunch of hypocritical guys like you? We believe in the Blood God, the embodiment of war and killing! Only through fighting can we gain true power and glory!" Banner's voice echoed on the battlefield, full of fanaticism and determination.

Wanda frowned when she saw this. She felt the powerful aura emanating from Banner and understood why her brother insisted on talking.

But maybe it's too late now.

Just as Banner was about to order his followers to launch another fierce attack, Pietro flashed and appeared in the center of the battlefield like a ghost. His speed was so fast that even Banner was slightly stunned.

"Banner, you may be powerful, but we are not without a chance of winning." Pietro's voice echoed over the battlefield, but his figure was nowhere to be seen.

Wanda also took action at this moment. She waved her hands lightly, and a strange green mist filled the air. It was her plague magic brewing.

As she chanted the spell, the mist quickly spread, covering part of the battlefield.

Any creature touched by the mist will feel an indescribable pain, as if millions of insects are gnawing at their bodies, their strength is rapidly draining away, and their speed is slowing down.

Banner's face changed suddenly when he saw this. He didn't expect Wanda to have such powerful magical abilities that could change the situation on the battlefield in an instant.

But he did not retreat, instead, his fighting spirit was aroused. He roared, and the muscles all over his body swelled instantly, as if infinite power was surging in his body.

The axe in his hand flashed with a bloodthirsty red light, and he rushed towards Wanda and Pietro like an enraged beast.

Seeing this, Pietro dodged Banner's fatal blow again.

He used his speed advantage to constantly shuttle across the battlefield, sometimes attacking Banner's flank, sometimes harassing his rear, trying to distract him.

However, in front of Banner's armor, Pietro's attack couldn't even tickle him.

Wanda continued to cast her plague magic, and the green mist became thicker and thicker, as if shrouding the entire battlefield in the shadow of death.

The believers and infected people shrouded in the fog all let out miserable screams. Their bodies were rapidly decaying and their strength was rapidly draining away.

However, Banner seemed to be immune to these magical effects. His steps remained firm and the axe in his hand was swung more fiercely.

"Do you think you can defeat me like this?" Banner roared, his voice full of desire for victory and contempt for the enemy. "The Blood God has given me endless power. Your magic and speed are nothing but futile in front of me!"

When Wanda heard this, a hint of anger and helplessness flashed in her eyes.

How powerful is this monster? My magic has no effect on him.

My younger brother's attack was completely useless. Fortunately, I had the advantage of speed, so I could still escape even if I couldn't win.

The battle was in a stalemate, with both sides fighting back and forth. Every swing of Banner's axe was accompanied by a gust of wind, which blew away the surrounding creatures.

Pietro was like a nimble cat, constantly dodging Banner's attacks and looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Wanda continued to cast plague magic to try to weaken Banner's power. However, Banner seemed to be getting braver and braver, and his power was constantly increasing, as if it was endless.

Just when the battle was at a stalemate and the two sides were fighting back and forth, Banner suddenly roared, and his muscles tensed, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength on the axe in his hand.

He threw the axe with all his might, and it flew like an arrow from a bow, whistling in the wind, straight towards Pietro.

Pietro was startled when he saw this, but then he calmed down and tried to catch the flying axe with his amazing speed and reaction.

However, the moment he reached out to take it, he suddenly felt a powerful force coming from the axe, as if it was going to tear his arm off.

His arms were tightly grasped by the force of the axe, and he was unable to break free for a moment.

Pietro was shocked and heard a faint voice behind him.

"I finally caught you, why don't you run, little mouse."

(End of this chapter)