Chapitre 48: Chapter 47: The First Battle of New York - Avengers, Assemble!
8 PM, Midtown Financial Building.
According to the intel from the Nine Spiders, this is where the Hand plans to summon the ancient demon. However, even within the Hand, information about the summoning is top secret, and only fragments of the plan have been obtained.
In front of the building is a large plaza, and across the street is a building several stories tall. On the rooftop, Cohen and his group gather: SHIELD's Hawkeye, Black Widow, Agent Coulson with agents May, Ward, and Rumlow. Cohen's team includes Blade, Wade, and a sniper group of Fox, Carlos, and Wesley.
Seeing Ward and Rumlow, Cohen was excited—SHIELD has some real talent!
Just then, Nick Fury's voice came through the earpiece: "Check the channel. Can everyone hear me?"
Cohen quickly replied, "Loud and clear! Hey, Fury, got any hobbies? I know a lake full of fish. How about a fishing trip sometime?"
Everyone on the rooftop gave Cohen odd looks. On the other end, Nick Fury was also confused. 'Do you really think I'd go fishing with you? You'd probably try to drown me or strangle me with the fishing line!'
"Please stick to mission-related discussions on this channel!" Fury said sternly.
Cohen joked, "Do you have a private channel? We can chat there…"
"No!"
Fury cut the conversation short, and Cohen shook his head in disappointment. He turned to Coulson and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
"Coulson, how many years have you been with SHIELD?"
"Uh… over 20 years," Coulson replied, puzzled by the question.
"So, you joined right after graduation?"
"Well, we don't really call it SHIELD, but yes, I joined right after graduation."
"So, you've worked hard for years. Ever thought of moving up the ranks?"
Coulson's eyes widened, and he quickly covered his earpiece. "Absolutely not! I'm loyal to the Director!"
"Relax, he's offline."
Coulson shook his head. "You're too young to understand. Our Director is always listening, even when you think he's not."
Seeing Coulson's fear, Cohen let go of his shoulder but didn't give up. "Tomorrow, 8:30 PM at the Backbone Tavern in Chinatown. Want to chat more?"
Before Coulson could respond, Fury's voice came back through the earpiece: "Stick to mission-related discussions! Also, there are several civilians still inside the financial building, Coulson. Get them out quietly. If you alert the enemy, you'll be in serious danger!"
Coulson's face went pale. He looked at Cohen in frustration, thinking this dangerous task wasn't supposed to be his!
Cohen shouted into the channel, "Fury, Coulson is like my brother. If anything happens to him, I'll avenge him, no matter what!"
After the outburst, Cohen coldly scanned the group, then smiled. "Since we're working together, I propose we come up with a team name. Any ideas?"
Wade stroked his chin in fake deep thought. "How about 'Wade and His Boys'?"
"You lose talking privileges," Cohen said, pointing at Wade. "Next!"
Black Widow and Hawkeye exchanged glances but remained silent.
"Fine, I'll come up with the name. From now on, we're the Avengers! I'm the leader, and you're all official members. Welcome to the team, Avengers!"
On the other end, Nick Fury was sipping hot coffee when he heard "Avengers" and was so startled he spilled the scalding liquid.
"F***! My balls...!"
Hearing the pained screams, everyone on the rooftop exchanged bewildered looks, unsure of what had just happened.
Cohen smirked coldly.
Coulson began his descent into the building as the rest of the team took their positions. Fox's sniper team provided cover, while SHIELD agents and the NYPD set up three defensive lines around the building.
Cohen, Wade, Blade, Black Widow, Hawkeye, May, Ward, and Rumlow prepared to storm the building.
Just then, Cohen felt an ominous energy rising from the financial building. The Hand's summoning ritual had likely begun. It seemed the bald sorceress wasn't coming—what a letdown!
Suddenly, gunfire erupted from inside the building. Coulson shouted into the comms, "F***! They're not human! Retreat, now!"
"Coulson! What's happening?" Fury demanded.
"They're turning to ash! There are too many! We can't hold them off!"
"Fall back to the exit! Snipers, prepare to cover! Everyone, arm your weapons!"
On the rooftop, Cohen could see the chaos inside the building. Coulson and a few surviving agents were running for their lives as a horde of red-clad ninjas armed with swords and daggers pursued them.
These were the Hand's shadow ninjas!
Fox's team opened fire, and as bullets hit the ninjas, they disintegrated into ash, similar to vampires but still different.
The ninjas kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless. Things were looking grim. These highly trained, fast-moving ninjas would easily overwhelm the defenses if they spread into the streets.
Gunfire rang out, but even though ninjas were turning to ash, the sheer number of them was overwhelming.
Coulson, clutching his injured arm, ran towards the team as Cohen cursed, "Fury, where are your helicopters and fighter jets? Call them in!"
Fury sighed. "It's too late. The carrier is too far away. It'll take hours to get government approval for an airstrike on Manhattan!"
Cohen rolled his eyes. "What's your heaviest weapon on hand?"
"RPGs and vehicle-mounted M134 miniguns."
"M134s?" Cohen smirked, activating his system and upgrading his skills to 'Master of Assault and Battle Rifles.'
"Fury, you're in luck!"
"What?"
"I need your guns!"
"What guns?"
Cohen's grin widened. "The sacred Gatling gun of mercy!"
(End of Chapter)
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