Marvel’s Big Villain

Chapter 141 The Party Gathers! Play Hawkeye! (please subscribe)

New York, Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen.

At the Biker Party headquarters, Clint was lying on the bed in the single dormitory, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

In the afternoon, he passed the information to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters through the bartender, and he didn't know if Nick Fury had come up with a plan to kill Jason.

It's too boring to be with a bunch of idiots every day. He's tired of undercover life and can't wait to get back to S.H.I.E.L.D.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Clint was sluggish for a few seconds, pretending to have just woken up, and asked, "Who is it?"

"it's me."

Billy's voice came from outside the door.

Clint breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

Billy's voice came from outside the door, "I slept all afternoon today, and I can't sleep at all at night. Let's go out and find a nightclub for a drink."

"please wait a moment."

Clint had no doubts, put on his clothes swiftly and opened the door.

But the moment he opened the door, he found that Billy looked at him with a hint of fear and alertness.

Billy turned his head, didn't dare to look at Clint, and walked straight out: "Come on, the car is outside."

Clint frowned. He didn't choose to follow, but looked at his back and said, "Get in the car first. How can you go to the nightclub without some cool clothes? I'll change clothes first."

"Okay, then hurry up, I'll wait for you in the car."

Clint nodded, turned back to the dormitory, and locked the door.

Billy's abnormality made him realize that he had been exposed, and the only way now is to rush to the bar and go to the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. for help.

Clint lifted the quilt, pulled the sheet out, tied it to the legs of the table and tied a knot, then climbed out of the window, gripping the sheet and sliding it down the third floor to the ground.

The moment he landed, he took out his pistol to check the surroundings.

After confirming that there was no ambush, Clint quickly hid in the darkness and ran towards the bar.

Billy came downstairs, took out the walkie-talkie, and said, "Clint noticed something unusual about me. He should have escaped. I'll see you below."

On the roof of the building not far away, David was standing on the edge of the rooftop, enjoying the night view of New York.

He took out the walkie-talkie and said confidently, "Don't worry, he can't escape."

After speaking, David opened his mouth and roared softly.

An invisible ultrasonic wave emanated from his mouth and quickly spread around.

After a few seconds, all objects within a radius of several hundred meters appeared in David's mind.

David closed his mouth and smiled, "I found you."

………………

Ten minutes later, Clint ran to the bar and knocked on the door.

The bartender has changed his look and put on a SHIELD outfit.

Seeing Clint, she asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Clint dodged into the bar, then closed the door and said, "My identity has been exposed. The Joker's chasing troops are coming soon. I need to rush to the New York branch as soon as possible to seek their support."

The bartender nodded, went to get the car keys, and said, "I just received a call from Agent Coulson, who said that SHIELD's plan to assassinate Jason had failed again."

"Failed again!" Clint couldn't believe that S.H.I.E.L.D. was in the hands of one person and failed one after another.

The suffering of the past half a month, is it not for nothing.

"Not only that, this matter is quite a big deal, and Director Fury is likely to be held accountable by the World Security Council. Therefore, the Director wants you to rush back to S.H.I.E.L.D. and hand over the information you have collected to them, hoping to rely on The intelligence made a comeback."

"Okay, then I'll go now." He reached for the key, and Clint was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" The bartender took out another black handbag and threw it on the ground, "You forgot your equipment."

Clint is proficient in fighting and firearms, but he is best at bow and arrow, he once won the Olympic gold medal in archery.

According to his specialties, S.H.I.E.L.D. spent a lot of effort to create a weapon tailored for him.

Versatile, deformable high-strength war bow.

Modular, interchangeable arrows for arrows.

Although Clint with a gun and a knife is also very powerful, he is the level of the ace special forces when he is dead.

But if he changed to a set of bows and arrows, he would immediately be upgraded from a special force to a superhero-'Hawkeye'.

A minute later, Clint was dressed.

With a bow in one hand and a quiver behind his back, he looks a bit like a superhero.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

At this time, there was another knock on the door.

The two looked at each other, and the bartender raised his pistol and quietly walked to the door to look out.

The man outside the door had a slender face, medium-length black hair, a beard, and was wearing a black suit.

The bartender's expression changed, and he walked over quickly and said, "John Wick."

Hearing that it was not Jason, Clint immediately showed a disdainful expression.

He drew an arrow and said, "I'll kill him!"

"No!" The bartender stopped him and said, "John Wick was a well-known killer in New York before he was imprisoned. If you spend time fighting with him, you will only attract more people. Your priority now is to Rush back to S.H.I.E.L.D., you leave me through the back door to block her."

Clint frowned, not believing her strength.

The bartender smiled lightly: "Every agent who joins S.H.I.E.L.D. is ready to sacrifice at any time. Let's go, Director Furui needs you."

After listening to her words, Clint was awe-inspiring and said seriously, "Then be careful!"

After speaking, he hurriedly left the back door and got into a Ford sedan.

After Clint left, the knock on the door sounded again, and the bartender followed the sound and shot decisively at the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three bullet holes appeared in the glass door in an instant, and the glass fragments crashed to the ground.

John Wick was a legendary killer, and the bartender dared not be careless, still staring vigilantly at the door with a gun.

A few seconds later, a unique hoarse voice came: "Ma'am, I'm here to find someone, and I have no ill intentions towards you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bartender shot at the source of the sound again.

"Bang bang bang!"

But at this moment, a bullet shot out of the window, hitting the bartender's pistol with precision, and a bullet hole was instantly punched in the holster.

Armor-piercing bullets!

With a serious expression, the bartender threw away the pistol and drew a short knife from his waist.

"Squeak~"

The glass door was pushed open, and John Wick walked in with a gun in one hand, and said again in his calm voice: "I don't want to kill women, put down the knife!"

The bartender said angrily, "Dream!"

After she finished speaking, she raised her dagger and rushed up.

"Hey!"

John sighed, put away his pistol, and went up to him with his bare hands.

He bowed his waist, lowered his center of gravity, dodged and avoided the blade, and then quickly shot, holding the bartender's knife-wielding wrist.

"呲呲呲!"

A puff of white smoke rose from his wrist.

The bartender only felt a biting coldness, and the next moment, her wrist lost consciousness.

John took the opportunity to grab the knife and took a few steps back.

The bartender looked down, a thin layer of ice appeared on his wrist, the muscles deep in his skin were frozen, and he couldn't exert any strength.

The bartender asked in surprise: "Are you also a superpower?"

John threw away the short knife and nodded, "Frozen! This is my super power."

The bartender's face was extremely ugly.

She never imagined that this kind of fictional ability, which only existed in movies and novels, would actually explode within the clown organization.

Could it be that the Joker Organization has mastered a method for people to quickly acquire superpowers.

If this is true, then there is really no hope for S.H.I.E.L.D., and the future of this world.

"What is the goal of the clown organization? You always kill innocent people indiscriminately, are you just looking for pleasure?"

While questioning, the bartender quickly passed the information to S.H.I.E.L.D. with the other hand hidden behind him.

Her small movements were quickly spotted by John, who said loudly, "Ma'am, let go of your hand!"

The bartender's expression changed, and he immediately turned around and ran away.

She knew that she was going to die, but she hoped to pass on this important information before she died, so that her death could get a little value.

But just as she turned around, John followed and put his palm on her back.

In an instant, an extreme coldness came from the back, and then the skin all over the body was stinged.

Her running legs were getting slower and slower, and her fingers for quick text-editing were getting stiffer.

After a few seconds, she was finally pinned in place, unable to move at all.

A thin layer of ice clothing appeared all over her body, like an ice sculpture of ultra-modern art.

"Hey!"

John sighed, tore the communicator from her hand, threw it on the ground and smashed it.

………………

Clint drove out of the alley behind the bar.

But when he just appeared on the road, the car suddenly lost control.

The steering wheel swerved uncontrollably to the left, and Clint couldn't turn it back with all his strength, while the car's accelerator sank to the bottom, as if an invisible foot was stepping on him.

"Squeaky!!!"

The tires rubbed violently against the ground, making a harsh sound.

The car started to take the front of the car as the origin, spinning wildly in place, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Clint was almost thrown out, he quickly grabbed the handrail to stabilize, and slammed on the brakes hard.

"shit! The brakes failed!"

Clinton reached out and pulled out the car keys, but the car's engine was still running at high speed.

"Damn it!" He had a bad premonition in his heart.

Resisting the strong dizziness, Clint smashed the car glass with his hands, then rolled over and jumped out of the car.

The moment he hit the ground, the car stopped turning, retreated a few meters, and then accelerated towards him.

Clint sprinted to the other side, narrowly avoiding the car crash.

But the car seemed to have locked him~www.novelmt.com~ once it failed, it adjusted its direction again and rushed towards him.

This time, Clint didn't dodge, but drew an arrow, the bowstring was full, and it shot steadily into the car's engine.

Looking at the speeding car, Clint gently pressed the detonation button on the bow, and the high-explosive charge on the head of the arrow instantly detonated.

boom!

With a loud bang, the ruthless flames swallowed all the carriages, and the car was blown up to a height of several meters, and then hit the ground heavily.

The car was blown up and could no longer be moved.

Clint drew his arrow, drew the bowstring, and looked around vigilantly.

The car will not lose control for no reason, and it is even less likely that it will actively hit him.

There is only one explanation for all this. The Clown Organization is here!

(End of this chapter)