Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Thinking of this, Natasha ducked down and hid behind the side of the seat. At the same time, a tear appeared in the seat she had just been sitting in.

Natasha looked through the subway car windows, maneuvering and dodging attacks in the cramped space.

With each movement, Natasha slowly approached the emergency brake valve at the junction of the carriages.

After getting close to the brake valve, Natasha pulled out her pistol and fired a shot into the car window.

'Bang!' The gunshot was an alarm bell for the people of Ami. The moment the gunshot rang out, the people in the carriage instantly crouched down, covering their heads with various objects.

The atmosphere in the carriage paused for a moment, then instantly became noisy again. People unleashed their potential, using all sorts of escape methods, and those who escaped from this carriage then spurred people from other carriages, creating an even larger evacuation.

Natasha smashed the car window, pulled the brake valve, and continued to dodge attacks from unknown directions. Once the car slowed down slightly, she leaped out of the broken window.

This is the dangerous scene that Kassel and Beckett witnessed.

Natasha jumped out of the carriage and tumbled on the two-way track to slow down, but fortunately she was agile and did not suffer secondary injury.

Following the tracks, they found the subway maintenance tunnel. Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the sudden stop of the train, Natasha slipped inside and left the underground.

In a narrow alley, Natasha pulled out her phone, ready to contact S.H.I.E.L.D. and report the situation. This was beyond her control.

Looking at her reflection in the black screen of her phone, Natasha seemed to understand something.

Each attack occurred in a place with reflective objects. The first time, in the apartment, a shadowy figure was seen in the dressing mirror. The second time, in the train carriage, the attacker was seen through the train window.

In other words, only reflective objects could reflect his image, and he relied on this medium to attack me.

Thinking of this, Natasha slammed her phone against the wall next to her, and the shattered phone was scattered all over the floor.

Natasha reached up and opened her hood a little, which allowed her to observe her surroundings, especially reflective objects.

S.H.I.E.L.D. naturally has more than one means of communication, and Natasha quickly arrived at the next emergency contact point: a newsstand.

Newsstands are a tried-and-true meeting place for spies. They have high foot traffic and a diverse clientele, and the intelligence they receive can be disguised as any newspaper or book. A brief exchange in front of a newsstand will not arouse any suspicion.

After carefully observing the newsstand and seeing that the windows around it were completely covered by various newspapers, Natasha stepped forward.

After buying the desired newspaper, Natasha gave the shopkeeper the code: "You've been at the newsstand for ten years, how do you manage to sleep?"

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Author's Remarks

I've been killing fish at RT-Mart for ten years, and my heart is as cold as the knife in my hand. Only the votes of you gentlemen can get my blood pumping.

2022-01-31 04:00

Chapter Seventeen: The Bald Cheese

After Natasha gave the code, she left a location and went to find a place where there were no reflective objects.

The newsstand owner quickly reported the matter, and the news was swiftly relayed to Fury at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury saw Natasha's signal from the emergency contact point, and, being naturally distrustful of everyone, hesitated for a moment. (Captain Marvel is no longer human.)

She was wanted by the Red House, betrayed the KGB, and wandered alone until she was recommended by Krent...

After silently analyzing everything about Natasha, Fury still decided to send someone to contact her.

“Bring ‘Cheese’ over here,” Fury commanded into his headset.

Soon, there was a knock on Fury's office door, and a man with thinning blond hair and a receding hairline entered.

"Supreme Agent Phil Coulson reporting for duty."

Cheese was Phil Coulson, a former elite Ranger. He was sent to Afghanistan, where he forged a strong bond with fellow ranger Marcus Johnson and earned the nickname "Cheese."

Marcus Johnson was one of Nick Fury's aliases. The code name "Cheese" was also a secret code between the two. Whenever Fury called him "Cheese," it meant it was a private matter.

Once Fury and Coulson entered, he activated the anti-eavesdropping device in the room, which was then encased in metal, forming a Faraday cage.

“Natasha just activated emergency contact, but I’m wondering why she didn’t contact me directly. Here is her current address; I need your help to find it out.”

As he said this, Fury handed Coulson a piece of paper with an address written on it. Coulson wrote down the address on the paper and then burned it in the ashtray on Fury's desk.

"How far do you need me to go?" Coulson asked regarding this personal mission.

“If you can confirm she has a problem, you can get rid of her,” Fury replied without hesitation.

“Understood.” Coulson nodded and left Fury’s office.

After Coulson left, Fury poured the coffee from the table into the ashtray where the paper had burned, stirred it with a pen until all the ashes were scattered, and then threw the ashtray into the trash can.

"Have Melinda come over here." Nick Fury pressed the phone on the table again; his naturally suspicious nature meant he needed to have another layer of security.

After receiving the mission, Coulson assembled a small team and drove to the location on the note.

After driving for several hours, we crossed the Manhattan River and arrived at a farm on the outskirts of New Jersey.

Coulson spread out his squad members to keep watch around the area, searching for Natasha. Then he noticed a person sitting on the grass where the farm was grazing in the distance.

After giving instructions to his team members using sign language, Coulson and the others slowly surrounded them.

Approaching the person sitting on the grass, it was indeed Natasha. After ordering the others to be on alert, Coulson prepared to go over.

"Stand still, throw away your phone, your watch, and oh, your brooch," Natasha warned Coulson, who was trying to approach.

"Okay, okay, stay calm." Coulson slowly took off his watch and placed it on the grass, then took out his phone and placed it next to him.

When he touched the brooch, Coulson hesitated for a moment.

"May I wear my brooch? It's a commemorative reward for my upgrade to Level 7 Agent."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up." Natasha was getting impatient. She had finally managed to avoid all the windows and car glass along the way and didn't want to lose her life at the last moment.

After Coulson removed all the items Natasha had requested, Natasha gestured for him to come forward.

“Agent Natasha, I don’t know why you’re so nervous, but we have two well-trained tactical teams with a total of twelve combat personnel to ensure your safety.”

“You wouldn’t understand what happened to me. I don’t even know how to explain it.”

Natasha handed the gun to Coulson, indicating that she was harmless. Coulson, in turn, gestured for Natasha to continue.

"I found a demon in my mirror last night."

Natasha gave Coulson a detailed report on everything that had happened from last night until now.

After hearing this, Coulson thought it was just an absurd fantasy, but Natasha's caution made him somewhat believe it.

"Wait here for me while I report this to Fury."

After Coulson finished speaking, he left Natasha, returned to his original spot, picked up his phone, and reported the matter to Fury.

Upon hearing Coulson's report, Nick Fury, with his extensive experience, immediately grasped the seriousness of the situation. After all, he possessed an entire warehouse of 084 items and was already quite accustomed to such occurrences.

"Do as Natasha asks, bring Natasha back," Fury instructed Coulson.

Coulson didn't think Fury was bluffing; there must be a reason behind what he said, and doing what the leader said would definitely be fine.

Under Natasha's direction, Coulson ordered the rest of the tactical squad to remove all reflective items from their person, smash the windows and rearview mirrors, and cover the entire vehicle with dust to eliminate any reflective surfaces.

Under the protection of the tactical squad, Natasha got into the car that had been smashed open on all sides and headed to the location designated by Fury.

Shortly after they hit the road, another convoy approached from the opposite direction. It was Melinda's team.

Melinda received a message from Fury saying that the mission was over. Not knowing why, she prepared to take her people back as required, but at that moment, Coulson's convoy, which was open on all sides, was coming towards her.

Melinda looked at the strange convoy and decided to follow Coulson, just in case he needed any help.

Melinda's team then made a U-turn close to the roadside and drove alongside Coulson's convoy.

"Shit."

Upon seeing this, Natasha muttered a curse under her breath and lowered her head to avoid appearing in the window of the car traveling alongside her.

However, at that very moment, a figure with a hook appeared in the rearview mirror of Melinda's team's vehicle.

"I think I saw a figure in the rearview mirror?" the team member sitting in the passenger seat said, describing what he had seen.

Inside the speeding vehicle, the other team members, upon hearing the passenger's words, began to mock him. "Did you expend too much energy at the bar last night and are hallucinating?"

Amidst his teammates' mockery, the passenger in the front seat thought he was seeing things. However, just as he saw in the rearview mirror a strange figure with an iron hook attached to its right limb extending the hook towards his teammate in the driver's seat.

"Wait, be careful."

Before he could finish speaking, a laceration appeared on the driver's neck, and blood spurted out instantly, staining the car window red.

The driver's sudden fall caught everyone off guard, and the vehicle veered off course, crashing into the lead car of the Coulson team from behind.

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Author's Remarks

Happy Lunar New Year's Eve! Wishing everyone a happy new year, and may everything go smoothly for you in the coming year. May your work be successful, your studies progress, your wealth increase, and your future be bright.

2022-01-31 04:05

## Chapter 18: Standoff

The vehicle in the middle of the road suddenly swerved and crashed into the back of the vehicle on the outside, making a standard American-style stop.

The vehicle that was hit was completely sideways, pushed off the road, hit the curb, and then rolled over and fell to the side of the road.

Two parallel convoys collided, something that would be impossible for members of a well-trained special operations team.

However, this is what happened; the vehicles behind had to stop to avoid a secondary collision.

The driver whose throat was slit was already dead. Although the two vehicles collided, the other team members survived.

The passenger in the front seat kicked open the already deformed car door, got out, pulled out his gun, and stood guard, trying to find the figure he had seen in the rearview mirror.

Holding his gun, he looked around. Apart from his teammates who had come to stand guard in the same car, there were only the squad members still crawling out of the wrecked vehicle. There was no one else around.

Wait for your teammates to maintain their circle formation. Put away your weapon, move to the driver's side, open the car door, and reach out to check on your teammates. You'll find that your teammate's neck has been completely flipped open from the right side, and the arterial blood has stopped gushing out.

He cursed under his breath, abandoned the unrealistic idea of ​​saving his teammates, and followed them to search for the attackers.

Leaning against the car door, gun pointed outside, he spotted the figure again in the rearview mirror, standing at the back of the car with the hook in hand.

"Enemy spotted, fire."

He roared out those words and turned to fire at the location he saw in the rearview mirror as fast as he could.

The teammates also coordinated and fired in the same direction.