Building Superheroes at Marvel

For someone with such power, it is not easy to eliminate the two of them.

To put it bluntly, Clint Barton is an ordinary human, relying solely on his exceptional reflexes, precise hand-eye coordination, and advanced technology.

While Natasha Romanoff has undergone enhancements, she hasn't gained much physical improvement nor acquired any superhuman abilities.

"Let's just hope we don't run into it," Clint muttered, taking a deep breath. They couldn't abandon their mission; he knew exactly how Nick Fury operated.

Nick Fury might entertain their request to evacuate, but only if they encountered an opponent they were certain they couldn't defeat.

"I'd rather be in Afghanistan right now," Natasha grumbled. At least there, the bullets weren't so lethal.

The two continued their journey, the lights above flickering, signaling the operation's urgency.

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D6 Area

Gasco, who infiltrated through the A1 sector's pipelines, was searching for the main gate, leaving a trail of fallen bodies behind him.

After abandoning his team, he found himself lost in the maze-like pipes and could only wander aimlessly until he accidentally encountered the enemy.

Throughout the mission, Gasco was reluctant to cause unnecessary deaths; the bloodshed felt addictive, and he wanted to avoid it.

As he passed by, he saw women used as mere objects in the resting areas, serving as distractions from the dark nature of the business. Their hollow, despairing eyes struck Gasco deeply. A battle-hardened veteran, he had witnessed countless horrors but could never bring himself to truly look at those who suffered.

After gaining authorization from the Red Queen, he swiftly eliminated everyone in the area and allowed the women to escape via the path he'd carved out.

"Mr. Gasco, 60 meters ahead, take a right, and the second room will be the generator room."

The Red Queen, having taken control of the building's entire network, guided him as her surveillance systems had been compromised.

In the monitoring room, all the cameras displayed a frozen red screen, each showing the same image.

Inside the generator room, Gasco found the main control gate of the facility and forcefully ripped off its iron outer shield.

"This is going to be tricky," Gasco muttered, eyeing the complex web of red, blue, and other lines inside.

He didn't understand what the lines represented. There was a symbol of lightning, but he had no clue about the other markings.

"Mr. Gasco, please disconnect the blue wire attached to the metal connector on the right."

The Red Queen quickly directed him. This particular wire controlled the gate to the entire trading area. Once severed, the people inside would be trapped.

"Got it!" Gasco replied, pulling the wire with confidence. His battle suit's insulation kept him safe from electrical hazards.

Once the blue wire was disconnected, the doors of the second-floor trading area were locked, rendering them inoperable.

The individuals engaged in illicit business within remained unaware of the trap.

The water company required californium, a rare radioactive element, to be packed in a lead container for safety.

Gasco's goal was to trap those on the second floor, preventing their movement. His team had already infiltrated the area.

Now, all they needed was to locate the californium and complete the mission.

Before they departed, Kyle had installed a tracking feature in their eyepieces, which would pinpoint the location of the lead box.

Second-Floor Trading Area

Kent Shrell, the arms dealer, stood with a glass of red wine, speaking to a mature woman before him.

"Have you brought what I requested?" he asked, maintaining a wary yet composed demeanor.

Despite the commotion outside, their conversation remained uninterrupted. Kent's cautious eyes constantly assessed the woman in front of him. His connections had yielded no clear information about her identity, but he had gathered one important detail: she had strong ties to the founder of the black market.

"Don't worry, Mr. Kent. This is our first transaction, but I am known for my credibility," the woman replied.

She presented a small silver box, containing the californium that Kyle needed for his project.

What she required in return was a large quantity of weaponry—not necessarily advanced, as long as they were lethal enough. The organization behind her sought to instigate conflict between two nations in order to profit from arms sales. With the previous arms dealers destroyed by the FBI, she had to take matters into her own hands and seek out new suppliers.

This was why Kent had become involved. Their business dealings would allow him to expand his reach and gain access to cutting-edge weaponry.

"Very well, the weapons will be delivered to your location the afternoon after tomorrow."

He opened the box to inspect the contents: a lead-lined container housing the californium. Kent, however, didn't dare touch it. The element was highly radioactive, and exposure would be fatal.

Though Kent had no fear of counterfeit goods, he was well aware that any misstep could cost him dearly. After all, in terms of power, the woman was far superior to him.

"I look forward to our continued cooperation," Kent said as they shook hands before leaving the room with four bodyguards.

With the californium in his possession, Kent could finally move forward with nuclear weapon research, and his ultimate goal was to become a world-class arms supplier. But little did he know, his dream was doomed. His involvement with nuclear arms would ultimately lead to his failure.

B2 Area

Meanwhile, Natasha and Clint found themselves frozen in place, cursing Nick Fury in their minds.

Before them stood four enhanced warriors.

Every fiber of their being screamed that they could not provoke these individuals, or they would be torn apart in an instant.

"Number 125, what should we do with them?"

"Eliminate them."

The exchange between the enhanced warriors triggered immediate vigilance in both Natasha and Clint. In an instant, their weapons were drawn, and they prepared to fight.

"Interesting!" one of the enhanced warriors remarked as he effortlessly blocked Natasha's attack, sending her crashing into the wall with a single punch.

The force of the blow was immense, like being struck head-on by a speeding car. Natasha slammed into the wall, leaving a web of cracks in the plaster, and spat out a mouthful of blood. The raw power behind that punch was unlike anything she had faced before.