A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 114 Ant-Man's Helmet and Josie's Bar

"I said, where are we going?" Clint, who was standing by the porthole, rubbed his head habitually and asked, but now he was wearing power armor and couldn't figure it out at all. He could only make a clanging sound of metal. .

The sky was already bright outside the plane window, and the sun was slowly rising from the edge of the horizon, casting a ray of morning light towards the aircraft flying under the clouds.

They left the craftsman's shelter an hour ago. After boarding the plane, Bai Ye asked the pilot to just drive without telling the others where they were going.

Now that Eagle Eye has been injected with the serum, his fighting spirit and patience are much higher than ordinary people, even if he doesn't sleep for several days, Wanda has already leaned on the chair and covered her mouth with her little hand and yawned.

"Josie's Bar, where you used to go to whores don't pay for drinks."

Bai Ye, who was communicating with the AI ​​in the Hulkbuster mecha, replied casually. He was thinking about it based on some of the intelligence he knew and the information in the mecha's database.

"What? You can't say that superhero things are not paid." Clint's old face turned red and he took off his helmet and defended. He was full of things about borrowing and not stealing, and if he didn't keep the accounts and didn't pay, the cabin The inside was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

Listening to the movement behind her, Bai Ye smiled, looked at the white thin clouds outside the window and fell into deep thought again.

Josie's bar, in the 616 universe, is a small bar opened in the pristine Hell's Kitchen, where there are often small characters from various gangs hanging out or trading illegally, the owner is a blonde named Josie old woman.

In this Twilight Wolf universe, the location of the bar was moved from New York to the wilderness of Wyoming, and the owner became the bar's original patron, Turk Barrett.

It was an unknown black gangster. He had fought Daredevil a few times. The highest achievement in his life was a brief contact with the Soul Gem before being taken away by Doctor Strange.

Of course, this guy is not important, what is important is the Ant-Man helmet in the hands of his little nephew Dwight Barrett.

A few years later, after the death of his uncle, Dwight Barrett used the repaired Ant-Man helmet to control ants and used it to block a road on a bridge to collect tolls, killing at least one person on the bridge.

In the comics, the importance of Ant-Man's helmet is much reduced compared to the MCU movie universe. In the movie universe, the helmet is mainly used to protect the chemical balance in the user's brain and prevent people from turning into a puddle after activating the suit. Rotten meat.

But in the comics, subatomic particles such as Pym particles are not as dangerous as in the movies. You can pour a tube of Pym particles directly on your head to change the size of the place. After all, Hank Pym did it in the first place. .

And in some emergency situations, he can even transform into a walking bird naked without the help of a battle suit.
In addition, in the comics, Scott Lang's daughter Cassie can transform into a giant without a suit due to long-term exposure to Pym particles.

"Gentlemen, we are here!" The driver in the cab turned his head and shouted, interrupting Bai Ye's thinking. The latter shrugged and said to Hawkeye: "Let's go."

The aircraft slowly stopped at high altitude, the hatch opened, and a ray of light came out, reflecting two figures hanging in the air. Bai Ye was wearing the silver-white Hulkbuster mecha, and Hawkeye was wearing the thunder power armor side by side. Stand at the cabin door.

After looking at each other, the two jumped down together without hesitation, the wind howling in their ears.They overlooked the wilderness on the ground, a quiet and vast area, only dotted with small bars in the distance, like a lonely oasis.

After a few people, the two figures hit the ground like cannonballs, and a deep hole was instantly smashed out.Earth and rocks splashed and dust filled the air.

At this moment, the door of the small bar quietly opened, and an old black man with gray hair walked out. He walked out holding a double-barreled shotgun, and he did not forget to turn to the room and shout: "Damn it! Stop playing with that helmet of yours." , Dwight! Find a place to hide quickly."

From his tone, it can be heard that this man named Dwight usually seems to do some strange behaviors, so that he is not surprised at all.

The black man holding the shotgun did not clearly see the situation in the dust at first. However, when he gradually recognized the figures of the huge mecha and power armor, his legs couldn't help but start to tremble.

His lips trembled slightly, trying to say something, but his voice seemed to be stuck in fright, his eyes kept shuttling between the Hulk Mecha suit and the Power Armor, as if he was trying to find an escape route.

"Don't pee, Turk, it's me, Hawkeye!" Raising his hand to wave away the dust in front of his eyes, Clint shouted carelessly and walked towards the trembling old black man, the sound of hydraulic bearings running along with it. It sounded inside the power armor.

".Hawkeye?"

Turk blinked and lowered the muzzle of the shotgun slightly. He had no intention of relying on this thing to defend himself.

"That's right, it's me. Our boss has something to talk to you about." Eagle Eye, who was taller than a black man because he was wearing power armor, walked to the door of the bar and said as he was about to step in, he took his resentment back. He is too big.

Talk to me?
After hearing this, Turk turned his head somewhat numbly and looked at the Hulkbuster mecha walking towards him. The towering body almost completely blocked the rising sun in the distance, leaving only a shadow cast by him.

This made Turk, who had just relaxed a little after seeing his acquaintance, suddenly swallow again and become nervous.

The regular customers that Hawkeye has made friends with over the years are not very good. He can easily smuggle mutant growth hormone, which is strictly prohibited by President Skeleton, and he can kill people, set fires, sell drugs, and silence them.

What good can come from someone like the boss in charge of these businesses coming to him?
Thinking about it, he felt his calf tighten again and almost fell to his knees.

"To make a long story short, I'm not here to intimidate you or do anything to you. Let's negotiate a deal." Bai Ye did not open the helmet directly, but spoke directly through the loudspeaker.

"Ah, you say so." The old black man with gray hair on his temples put away the gun in his hand and looked at the metal giant in front of him with some anxiety.

"I'd like to think about 1 yuan, how about buying the Ant-Man helmet from your nephew, plus paying off the wine money that Clint Barton owes you?"

"What? This can't work." Hawkeye, who was trying to shrink his head and squeeze into the bar, heard this and quickly turned his head. However, looking at the Hulkbuster mecha's turned head, he shrunk his neck again and could do nothing. Didn't say.

The old black man slapped his head, his expression changed from fear to relaxation, and he laughed in a flattering manner, "Hey, I don't think it's such a big deal. You can send someone to deliver a message for this trivial matter."

With that said, he dropped the gun and jogged back to the tavern. On the way, he pushed the old man in golden power armor, and the door frame of the bar was almost broken by him.

He bought the Ant-Man helmet from the black market two years ago for his nephew to play with as a toy. If it has no use, it’s okay to don’t use it. Now that our family has money, what else do we want?

Let’s buy another set of building block toys for my nephew called “Doctor Doom and His Four Defeated Men”. I heard it’s very popular at Hammerfell.

(End of this chapter)