Chapter one hundred and thirty

Gonzalez and Natasha arrived home, exhausted but relieved. As they stepped inside their apartment, they were greeted by a masked figure sitting in the living room.

"Greetings, Gonzalez. Natasha," the figure said, standing up and taking off the mask to reveal a familiar face. It was Agent Smith, a high-ranking member of the FBI who had helped Gonzalez in the past.

"What are you doing here, Smith?" Gonzalez asked, surprised.

"I'm here to help you," Smith said. "We've been keeping tabs on the Black Panther for a while now, and we know he has connections to some big-time players in the criminal underworld. We want to take them all down, but we need your help."

Gonzalez was hesitant. He didn't like working with the FBI, but he knew that they had resources that could help him take down the Black Panther once and for all.

"What do you need me to do?" he asked.

"We need you to act as a mole," Smith said. "We want you to get close to the Black Panther and his associates, gather intel, and repo