Marvel & Wattpad's Captain Malaya 2: The British Assassin

Chapter 4

As Fury continued his drive, he reached for his phone and dialed Agent Myra Hill's number. He needed to rendezvous with her urgently; something about Project Insight demanded their attention. The call connected, and Myra's voice crackled through the speaker, her tone filled with a sense of urgency that matched Fury's own.

"Fury, I'm on my way to the rendezvous point. What's the situation?" Myra's voice was crisp and professional, a testament to her years of service.

Fury quickly briefed her on the situation, his eyes scanning the bustling city streets as he spoke. "Myra, we've got a potential security breach. I need your eyes on this. Meet me at the designated location in ten minutes."

Just as Fury ended the call and stopped at an intersection, his instincts went on high alert. A police car, with its officers wearing sunglasses and casting suspicious glances in his direction, pulled up alongside his SUV. Fury couldn't help but wonder if it was because he was a black man driving a luxurious SUV in a part of town where such sights were rare.

The driver of the police car hit the siren for a brief second before suddenly lurching forward. Fury's heart raced as, at that very moment, another police car appeared out of nowhere, T-boning his car on the driver's side. The impact sent Fury's vehicle careening into a set of sturdy bollards.

As if that wasn't enough, the first police car abruptly reversed, ramming into Fury's car with relentless force. Simultaneously, a third police car crashed into his vehicle from behind. Fury's world spun in a chaotic whirlwind of steel and sirens.

Within moments, more police units swarmed the scene, boxing Fury's car in. But something was off. Fury's onboard computer, his ever-watchful ally, displayed an alarming message - there were no police units nearby. These were not law enforcement officers; they were ruthless hired assassins.

With deadly precision, the assassins drew submachine guns and assault rifles, forming a deadly perimeter around Fury's now-battered car. The tension in the air was palpable as they prepared to unleash a hail of bullets upon their target.

But Fury was not an easy mark. Inside his armored fortress of a car, he was armed and ready. As the assassins' bullets bounced harmlessly off the bulletproof glass, Fury sprang into action. From a concealed compartment, he retrieved a minigun, and the roar of automatic fire filled the air.

The assassins fell like dominos, their cars shredded by the onslaught. It was a vicious exchange of gunfire, and Fury knew he had to act fast. With a command, the car's automated systems sprang to life, taking control of the vehicle.

The car surged forward, leaving the chaos behind, with two of the assassins' cars hot on its tail. A high-speed pursuit tore through the city streets, Fury's car weaving through traffic with precision. Another running gunfight erupted, bullets whizzing through the air as the relentless pursuers closed in.

Desperation set in, and two of the assassins' vehicles made a daring move. They closed in, trading paint with Fury's car, attempting to force him off the road. But Fury wasn't about to let that happen.

Just as it seemed that his adversaries might gain the upper hand, Fury's onboard computer detected a box truck rapidly approaching at the next intersection. With lightning reflexes, Fury slammed on the brakes, causing the assassins' cars to plow ahead and collide with the truck in a violent explosion of metal and glass.

Fury's car roared forward, putting distance between him and the wreckage. He knew he needed to find a safe location, but the city's streets were a labyrinth of danger. And danger was never far away.

As his car sped through the urban jungle, Fury's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a figure cloaked in black standing defiantly in the middle of the road. Before he could react, the mysterious mercenary unleashed a magnetic bomb that adhered to the underside of Fury's car.