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Chapter 202 Midnight
In distant Europe, Natasha was in the midst of chaos and smoke.

She was at the border of Germany, a small town that was once peaceful but now devastated by continuous wars. The sky was covered with thick black smoke, and occasionally flames shot up into the sky, illuminating this dead and desperate land.

Natasha held her weapon tightly, her eyes firm and sharp, as if she could see through all the chaos and look directly at the center of the battlefield. Beside her were a few agents who also stood firm, their faces solemn, but there was no sign of retreat in their eyes.

"Natasha, what's the situation?" Xia Ling's anxious voice came from the radio. It was heard across thousands of mountains and rivers and was particularly clear in this chaotic battlefield.

Natasha quickly glanced around the battlefield, quickly assessing the situation in her mind.

"The situation is very serious, Chief. The battle between the plague monsters and the Khorne Legion has entered a white-hot stage, and the combat power of both sides is beyond imagination. The Germanic defense line is already shaky. If we don't take action quickly, I'm afraid the entire region will be dragged into this disaster."

Her voice was calm and decisive, but even she had to admit that the current situation was beyond their expectations.

The plague monsters are like demons crawling out of hell, their twisted bodies covered with disgusting pustules and their mouths spewing deadly venom. The soldiers of the Khorne Legion seem to be driven by fanaticism. They are not afraid of life or death and are born only to fight.

Natasha took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. "We have tried our best to maintain the defense line, but we are seriously short of manpower and supplies. We need more support, otherwise..."

Before she finished her words, a violent explosion interrupted her communication. Natasha's body swayed, and she quickly stabilized her body, while looking in the direction of the explosion with a sharp gaze.

I saw a huge beam of fire shooting up into the sky, illuminating the already dark sky as bright as day.

"Natasha, be careful!" Xia Ling's warning came again over the radio, but it was too late.

Taking advantage of the explosion, a group of plague monsters rushed towards Natasha's defense line like a tide. Their eyes were filled with desire for blood and death, and their twisted bodies seemed to contain infinite power.

Natasha did not retreat, she quickly raised her gun and shot, her accurate bullets like the messenger of death, constantly harvesting the lives of monsters. But there were too many monsters, and she alone could not stop them.

"Support! We need support!" Natasha sent a distress signal to Xia Ling again, but she knew in her heart that in this distant battlefield, support might not arrive in time.

She clenched her teeth, her eyes gleaming with unyielding determination.

Even in this almost hopeless situation, Natasha did not give up hope. She knew very well that at this moment, every second of persistence could be the key to turning the tide of the battle.

"Everyone, prepare for close combat!" Natasha shouted loudly, her voice sounding particularly firm amid the smoke and chaos.

The agents around him responded quickly. Some of them drew their melee weapons, while others began to set up simple traps in preparation for the upcoming hand-to-hand combat.

The plague monsters were getting closer and closer. Their roars and pungent stench mixed together to create an indescribable atmosphere of fear.

But Natasha and her team seemed unaware of this. All they had in their eyes was fighting and the belief in victory.

When the first wave of monsters rushed into the defense line, Natasha was like an angry lioness. She waved the melee weapon in her hand, and every swing was accompanied by the monster's wailing and blood splashing.

Her movements were swift and precise, as if every cell in her body was burning with energy for battle. The agents around her were not to be outdone, and they each used all their skills to fight the monsters to their death.

Some agents used traps to successfully contain the monster group, buying precious time for their teammates to counterattack, while others relied on their excellent fighting skills to move freely among the monster groups and continuously weaken the number of enemies.

However, the battle was still extremely difficult. The number of plague monsters seemed endless, and they seemed to be tireless and insensitive to pain, and only knew how to charge forward madly.

Natasha and her team's strength and ammunition were rapidly depleting, but they still did not give up.

At this moment, there was a rumble of artillery fire in the distance. Natasha was delighted. Could it be that support had finally arrived? She looked up and saw clouds of dust rising from the distant horizon. Along with deafening explosions, a powerful firepower network began to cover the entire battlefield.

"It's support! Hold on, everyone!" Natasha shouted, her voice full of excitement and hope. Under the cover of supporting firepower, she and her team began to gradually regain lost ground and pushed the plague monsters back step by step.

After an arduous battle, when the last plague monster fell, Natasha and her team collapsed to the ground exhausted.

As the smoke of the battlefield gradually dissipated, Natasha and her team collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, their faces and clothes were covered with dirt and blood, but their eyes were shining with the joy of victory. Natasha struggled to stand up, immediately picked up the radio, and pressed the call button impatiently.

"Director Xia Ling, this is Natasha. We just went through an extremely difficult battle, but fortunately the reinforcements arrived in time, and we successfully repelled the joint offensive of the plague monsters and the Khorne Legion."

Natasha's voice was tired, but her tone was full of determination and pride.

On the other end of the radio, Xia Ling's voice was filled with obvious doubt.

"Natasha, what are you doing? Didn't I just ask you to observe? Why are you on the front line?"

Xia Ling's voice echoed in the radio, with obvious confusion and reproach: "Natasha, what are you doing? Didn't I just ask you to observe and understand the situation at the front? Why did you personally participate in the battle? This is completely beyond the scope of your mission. Do you know how dangerous this is?"

Natasha was slightly stunned, then took a deep breath and explained, "Director, I understand your concerns and instructions. But when I saw with my own eyes how those plague monsters and soldiers of the Khorne Legion ravaged this land and threatened the lives and safety of innocent people, I could not stand idly by. As an agent, I have the responsibility and obligation to protect the people and prevent the spread of this disaster."

Xia Ling was silent for a moment on the other end of the radio, seemingly digesting Natasha's explanation.

Then, his voice sounded again, with a hint of helplessness and compromise: "Natasha, I understand your courage and determination. But you must understand that your actions may bring unpredictable risks to the entire mission. Next time, no matter what, you must strictly follow my instructions."

Natasha nodded. Although Xia Ling couldn't see it, her tone was full of sincerity: "Yes, Director. I understand what you mean, but please believe that I will find a balance between protecting the people and obeying the instructions. This matter is indeed beyond my expectations, but I promise that I will be more cautious next time."

Natasha continued to report to Xia Ling, with a barely perceptible heaviness in her voice, but she remained firm and calm: "Director, this battle is just the tip of the iceberg. The situation in Europa is far more serious than we initially expected. The number of plague monsters is increasing, and their range of activities is also expanding rapidly. It seems that they have found a way to accelerate their reproduction and evolution. The morale of the Khorne Legion is extremely high. It seems that there is some kind of power supporting them, which has brought their combat effectiveness to an unprecedented level."

She paused, as if she was organizing her thoughts, and continued, "What is more worrying is that the two forces seem to be forming a tacit understanding, taking advantage of each other and jointly posing a threat to the Germanic border and even the entire European continent. The plague monsters provide chaos and fear on the battlefield, while the Khorne Legion uses this chaos to advance their evil plans. If this trend continues, I am afraid that the whole of Europe will fall into an unprecedented crisis."

Natasha's tone revealed deep worry, but she did not forget her responsibilities: "We have tried our best to collect intelligence, but the information is still limited. We need more resources and manpower to conduct in-depth investigations into the true purpose of these two forces and the source of power behind them. Only in this way can we formulate more effective response strategies and protect innocent people from the impact of this disaster."

She once again emphasized the importance of support: "Director, although the support this time is timely, it only temporarily relieves our pressure. We must have a long-term and continuous support plan, including the sharing of materials, personnel and intelligence. Only in this way can we be invincible in this battle."

Xia Ling was silent for a long time on the other end of the radio. He was obviously listening carefully to Natasha's report and thinking about a response strategy.

He finally spoke, with an unprecedented determination in his voice: "Natasha, your report is very important. The situation is indeed much more complicated and serious than we expected."

"I will immediately prepare a plan to strengthen support, including increasing manpower, deploying more supplies, and strengthening intelligence collection and analysis capabilities. We cannot let these two forces continue to wreak havoc. We must find their weaknesses as soon as possible and deal a fatal blow."

Natasha felt a little relieved after hearing this.

"Director, thank you for your understanding and support. We will continue to stay on the front line and collect more intelligence to the best of our ability to provide a strong basis for formulating response strategies." Natasha's voice revealed firmness and determination.

"Natasha, you have worked hard, but please be careful and protect yourself. Only by ensuring your safety can we have more opportunities to save more people." There was a hint of concern and admonition in Xia Ling's voice.

"Understood, Chief. We will remain vigilant at all times and continue to carry out our mission while ensuring our own safety," Natasha responded.

At this time, the surrounding battlefields had gradually calmed down, but in Moscow, the new Tsar Vladimir Putin seemed anxious.

Movsky paced back and forth in the magnificent palace, and every step he took revealed his inner anxiety and uneasiness.

Outside the window, it was almost midnight. The night view of Moscow was brightly lit, but it could not cover up the undercurrents hidden deep in the city.

"Banner, what does he want?" Movsky muttered to himself, with doubt and suspicion in his eyes.

He recalled the amazing power Banner displayed on the border of Great Mao. Those plague monsters were easily crushed like ants in front of him. Such power was enough to make the whole world tremble.

"King Bing said he only wants a position, huh, I don't believe it." Movsky snorted coldly and clenched his fists unconsciously.

In this world where the strong are respected, having power means having the right to speak, and Banner obviously has enough power to subvert everything.

"Your Majesty, are you worried that Banner will do something bad to you?" A deep voice sounded behind Movsky. It was his confidant, a shrewd and capable counselor.

Movsky turned around and looked at the counselor with a sharp gaze: "What do you think? Will he be content with living in a corner when he can easily destroy the plague monster?"

The counselor was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Your Majesty, your concerns are not without reason. But Banner's current goal seems to be to eliminate those plague monsters, not to expand his power. However, it is always better to be prepared. We can secretly observe his movements and strengthen our own defenses."

"Defense? No, I want to take the initiative!" A fierce flash in Movsky's eyes, "We can't just sit there and wait for death. We must find a way to check and balance Banner. Whether through diplomacy or other means, we can't let his power threaten our rule."

The counselor nodded slightly, as if thinking about something: "Your Majesty, perhaps we can try to establish contact with certain forces in Europa to jointly deal with the threats from Banner and those plague monsters and the Khorne Legion. After all, they are also our potential enemies."

Movsky's eyes lit up when he heard this. "Good idea! The situation in Europe is equally chaotic. They may also be willing to cooperate with us to jointly resist these external threats. You go and arrange it immediately. I want to have a secret meeting with the leaders of Europe."

Before the counselor could take the order and leave, Jin Bing walked up to Movsky as usual.

What was different from before was that this time he showed no respect at all, only contempt in his eyes.

Of course, Movsky noticed this unconcealed attitude, but he was not angry. He just wanted to ask Jin Bing's opinion.

"King Bing, you're just in time. We are discussing the matter about Banner. I think the threat of Banner has reached a point where we have to deal with it..."

"Your Majesty, I don't think you need to worry about Banner's threat."

There was great confusion in Movsky's eyes. What did he mean by that he didn't have to worry about Banner's threat?

But before he could react, his stomach was stabbed through!

"Because you're going to die now!"

Movsky looked at Jin Bing in disbelief, completely unable to understand why Jin Bing wanted to kill him at this time.

But the severe pain reminded him that this was real.

Movsky felt the life slipping away from his body, and his cloudy eyes glanced at the clock. It was midnight!
(End of this chapter)