Ch.22 Black Widow’s Professional Skills

Looking at Tony's half-dead state, Charlie stepped forward.

He planned to try something himself.

"Wait~"

Just as Yinsen tried to stop him, Charlie already reached out and slightly moved Tony.

"Ugh~~"

Immediately, the nails pierced into Tony's nerves, causing his body to convulse violently. Blood poured from his mouth and nose, and his wounds ripped open instantly.

The next moment, Tony spewed out a mouthful of black blood and stopped moving entirely.

Charlie: "..."

"So, 'try and die' really is a thing."

[You have been eliminated. No revival slot earned. Strength +0.2 tons awarded.]

[8 remaining restart opportunities. Restart?]

Back on the cosmic web, Charlie felt the familiar surge of power coursing through his body. He stood up, stretched, and pondered.

Tony's body had been booby-trapped. Moving him was nearly impossible, and rescuing him under these circumstances was a nightmare.

No wonder Lizard Parker and Norman were so overconfident. They didn't rush to gang up on him as soon as they found him.

The truth was, if the villains are ruthless enough, no one can beat them.

Unless...

You're willing to be even more ruthless than they are.

After thinking it over, Charlie decided to abandon the plan of rescuing Tony via the underground passage. That method was completely ineffective now.

In the Marvel world, with its advanced tech, removing the nails from Tony's back wasn't impossible—it just required time.

But digging the tunnel had already wasted most of the precious time he had left, and time was the one thing Charlie lacked.

He had to try something else.

With a plan in mind, Charlie clicked "Restart" again.

For the sixth time, the resurrection game began.

Under the blazing sun, the three of them reappeared in the desert.

Charlie had heard their repetitive conversation so many times that his ears had practically grown calluses.

"Let's take off~"

Whoosh~

As the wind howled, the three of them took cover behind the SUV, dodging the explosion's fire and debris.

The explosion kicked up a massive sandstorm, and Lizard Parker searched through the dusty haze for their shadows.

"Charlie Parker, you worthless scum, come out here!"

"Give me the shield. I'll stay here and hold him off. You two head to the bunker and wait for me."

Behind the car, Charlie handed the gasoline to Steve and Natasha.

"Pour the gasoline over yourselves."

"What?" Natasha frowned. "Doing that in this scorching desert is really dangerous."

Charlie patiently explained, "We're being hunted by a terrifying monster. The gasoline will mask your scent. If he's picky about his meals, you might be able to escape this round."

After multiple retries, his patience had been forged in fire.

Without it, communication would be impossible, especially since they didn't remember the previous attempts. Explanations were necessary.

This method wasn't foolproof, though. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent Natasha to her death so many times before.

But now, it was time for Black Widow to play a key role.

Natasha and Steve exchanged a glance and quickly decided to trust Charlie.

After all, betraying your teammates helped no one.

Without hesitation, they doused themselves in gasoline, then turned and ran toward the bunker Charlie had mentioned.

Moments later, Lizard Parker caught a whiff of the strong gasoline scent, and with a menacing grin, he lunged toward the SUV.

"Found you."

"Well, finding me means you're in for a hard time."

Thanks to multiple restarts, Charlie didn't even need to aim. Relying on muscle memory, he casually threw the shield.

As expected, Lizard Parker, no longer a match for Charlie, began calling for backup.

"Hurry up and help!"

"Gah gah gah, you fool~" Norman swooped in, delivering his usual lines and actions.

Boom boom boom~

As the pumpkin bombs exploded, Lizard Parker and Norman started bickering again, giving Charlie the chance to slip away from the battlefield.

He found the gasoline canister Steve had left behind, applied some to himself, and hurried toward the bunker.

Maybe Venom Parker didn't like the smell of gasoline, because Charlie reached the bunker without any trouble.

"Made it."

Seeing Charlie enter the bunker, Steve's face lit up with relief, and he quickly piled rocks to block the entrance.

In the pitch-black bunker, the spider emblem on Charlie's chest glowed brightly.

Seeing that Steve and Natasha were unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good. That guy may have a big appetite, but he's still a picky eater."

The valley was full of "food," and Venom Parker wasn't targeting them solely because they were enemies.

After all, normal human brains couldn't compare to the taste of superpowered heroes.

But once they turned from gourmet delicacies into gasoline-soaked stinky tofu, Venom Parker would lose interest.

Now that Natasha had survived this round, they had an extra pair of hands to clear the debris from the bunker.

Three hours later, most of the rubble blocking the bunker had been cleared.

Watching Natasha and Steve resting against the stone wall, Charlie deactivated his nanotech suit and tossed his regular clothes to Natasha.

"Kid, what do you think you're doing?" Natasha asked, her expression suspicious.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I have no interest in—uh, you know what, I should just shut up now."

Charlie realized he really needed to work on his bad habits.

He reactivated his nanotech suit and then turned to the two of them.

"The next part of the plan is to infiltrate the Ten Rings camp by disguising ourselves as their people. You two are more experienced in this than I am."

Hearing the word "infiltration," Natasha smiled confidently.

"You're right, but I don't need your stuff." She pulled out a professional makeup kit from her collar.

Each participant carried their specialized tools with them.

Charlie had his Spider-Man suit, Steve had his shield and uniform, and Natasha was no different.

To Charlie's surprise, Natasha kept pulling out various espionage tools from her skintight suit, leaving him in awe.

Where did she keep all that stuff? Amazing.

"Wait, what exactly am I disguising as?" Natasha paused, habitually asking for Charlie's input.

After all, under Charlie's guidance, they had already dodged several disasters.

Charlie tapped his nanotech device, projecting a hologram of a blonde woman.

"Try to make yourself look as similar to her as possible."

"No problem."

Natasha immediately set to work, applying makeup and tearing at her skintight suit, using her tools to sew a disguise that made her look like a refugee.

Throughout the process, Natasha made no attempt to hide what she was doing, leading to some... questionable scenes.

Charlie swore he wasn't enjoying it, but in order to help Natasha check for any flaws in her disguise, he had no choice but to keep watching.

"By the way, do you think you can use some of that green cloth to make a pair of green ballet shoes?" Charlie asked suddenly.

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Does it have to be ballet shoes?"

"It's not a must, but it'd be nice if you could."

"Alright, I'll give it a shot."

With that, Natasha continued her sewing.

Meanwhile, old Steve furrowed his brow, unable to understand what any of this was for.

"Mind explaining your plan in detail?" Steve asked.

"Of course," Charlie replied.