Chapter 20
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At night, on the side of the Ural Highway, a man in a blue jacket and peaked cap stood silently. In front of him were two wrecked Humvees. The scene was shocking, even for someone like him, who had seen a lot. One of the vehicles had been sliced clean in half by something sharp, and the occupants inside had their necks slashed, their veins opened. It was a relatively quick death, compared to the other car.
The second vehicle was crushed beyond recognition by some immense force. The resulting explosion had turned it into a charred metal shell, filled with twisted remains and blood splatter. Clint Barton, wearing special night vision sunglasses, captured the scene and uploaded the footage through the micro-monitor on his glasses' frame. His expression was grim.
Clint, an ace agent from a mysterious organization, was in Russia on an assassination mission. His target: a notorious female spy, Black Widow. She had killed numerous high-profile political figures over the years, even affecting the organization behind his mission. However, upon entering the country, he discovered that Black Widow had defected and was now being hunted.
After tracking her to this location, the trail went cold. He glanced at the road—too many overlapping tire marks made a proper investigation near impossible. His organization didn't have enough influence in Russia to dig deeper.
After a moment of silence, Clint got into his car and left the scene, heading back to his rental apartment in the nearby city of Perm. Upon arrival, he carefully checked the surroundings and his apartment for any signs of surveillance. Once he confirmed it was clear, he took out his communicator.
It wasn't long before the device connected. A deep voice spoke from the other end.