A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 116
After the performance, Atlas returned to the lounge and sat on a simple chair, wrapped in a strip of cloth for warmth.

He held a wine glass in his hand, and the brown wine in the glass swayed slightly, reflecting his lonely look.The atmosphere in the lounge was silent and depressing, and an invisible loneliness filled the air.

His gaze fell on the mirror in the living room. The mirror was blurry and it looked like it hadn't been wiped for a long time. The image in the mirror was almost hazy. He suddenly felt that maybe this kind of blur was more in line with his complicated personality and experience.

He took a sip of the wine, and the familiar sour taste lingered on the tip of his tongue. This kind of cheap wine was only sold within a radius of more than ten kilometers. Damn it, it wasn't like this decades ago.

After swallowing the wine violently, Atlas turned his head slightly and said to the visitor behind him, "Why did you come to kill me after so many years?"

As he spoke, he moved his gaze to an old yellowed photo hanging on the edge of the mirror.

The photo is a group photo of several people in tights. They are his former partners, former comrades-in-arms, and the past years.

The golden power armor shimmered, and the Hawkeye walking out of the shadows looked awe-inspiring and majestic. He tried hard not to look at the old photo, but to focus on Atlas:

"I treat you well, we have experienced so many things together, why did you betray us?"

"God, Clint. The world doesn't revolve around you. I just want to survive."

The bald old man's voice was laced with self-mockery. He smiled bitterly and looked down at the wine that was slowly disappearing from the glass, trying to find some inexpressible answers in it.

The villains saw him as the Thunderbolts anti-hero, and the heroes saw him as a villain in Zemo's squad of 'Lords of Evil'.

"You haven't had a hard time these years, you still have a wife and children to support, and we haven't been able to do it without bowing down for five buckets of rice."

After quietly looking at the cup again, Atlas picked up another cup from the table, poured the wine slowly, then raised the cup and smiled at Hawkeye: "The last cup? Toast to our past? "

The latter didn't speak, but silently raised his right hand, and an automatic crossbow arrow popped out, the tip of the arrow flashing coldly in the dim light.

Before leaving, he asked the craftsmen to specially add this mechanical crossbow to him that could automatically load arrows. He was indeed proficient in firearms and fighting skills, but Clint always felt that it was lacking if he did not have something that could be fired. something.

"Don't drink?" The bald old man gulped down the wine in the glass, then stood up and tore off the cloak on his body, revealing the huge A logo on his chest.

Those were the initials in Atlas, a symbol of who he once was.

The cloak fluttered to the ground, and his movements seemed to announce that he would no longer hide, and that the past and present would be undisguised in this room.

"Then you better pray that the stuff on you is more resistant than your broken face!" Atlas yelled, his voice echoed in the air like a thunder, and the glass in his hand was crushed.

At the same time, his figure quickly grew in size, his body swelled, and his muscles grew. He directly burst the tent's cloth roof, and a piece of cloth was torn apart by his powerful strength.

His changes were so rapid that it was impossible not to be shocked. Atlas reached a height of nearly 20 meters in a few breaths.

The audience in the circus who were laughing and laughing suddenly panicked. They saw the giant tear the top of the big tent, and then started to step on something in the tent without any scruples, and then stretched out his hand to hit.

Screams rang out around the tent, and the crowd began to run out chaotically, trying to escape the sudden danger.

But when every tourist ran to the circus gate, a faint red halo flashed around his head, and then his face became a little confused, and then he continued to run away as if he had remembered something.

"What, aren't you fully developed? You weren't this short ten minutes ago."

Clint sneered, and dodged the giant's fist with a roll. Even without power armor, with his enhanced physical fitness, he could quickly dodge it.

But at this moment, with the blessing of the power armor, he was like a tiger with wings added, easily dodging the attack of the bloated giant's fist. This huge giant looked extremely clumsy in front of him, and it couldn't compare with his flexibility and agility.

Some splashed gravel and planks hit him with a clanking sound, but it didn't hurt him a bit.

"Bah! Keep playing your nonsense. We should have killed you directly instead of letting you go. Zemo is really a stupid pig."

Atlas was a little annoyed by the irony. He grabbed the roller coaster parked on the track next to him and threw it towards the golden power armor. Unfortunately, the Ferris wheel was really far away from him, otherwise he really wanted to stuff the eagle eye like a hamster. Go in and roll on the ground.

The roaring roller coaster broke into three pieces in the air, and the strong wind whistled along with the debris, but Hawkeye put on his helmet calmly, and the goggles immediately projected complex data and calculation results.

With a blink of his eyelids, the largest piece of debris had arrived before his eyes, and the engine of the power armor made a deafening roar, and it was ready.

His muscles tensed and he punched out suddenly, making a heavy collision sound with the fragments, and then a group of afterimages flew out like a meteor, facing the huge giant.

The giant's body shook violently, staggered back and forth several steps, and the paved floor tiles were trampled out of deep pits.

But Hawkeye would not give him a chance to breathe, the power armor's leg bearings quickly moved forward, and the speed was pushed to nearly [-] kilometers per hour in a few seconds, "You are still the same as before, you will always waste yourself high degree of advantage, which eventually turned into a disadvantage.”

Looking at the dizzy giant, Clint snorted coldly, pulled out a pair of sharp blades matching the power armor from his waist, and inserted them into the giant's heels like climbing picks.

"Ah - you little bastard, you are so mean!" The giant who was rubbing his forehead screamed, and a pair of big hands went down to touch him, but the extremely flexible Hawkeye had already shot a dozen times on him with his left and right hands alternately. Open the mouth and climb up.

If it were just an ordinary knife, it would really not be able to hurt Atlas. The physical fitness of giant people with Pym particles would also improve as they grew larger, and they could withstand attacks from most firearms and even missiles.

However, this pair of blades was specially blended with a little vibrating gold when it was created—the vibrating gold earrings provided by the doppelgänger, making it extremely sharp.

In the end, dozens of incisions were left on the back of the giant. Standing on his shoulder, Hawkeye sliced ​​into the space between the cervical vertebrae. With the blood splattered and his wrist twisted vigorously, the giant fell to the ground, smashing the sky. dust.

"Are you ready? You can go see Baron Zemo."

Clint, who jumped to the ground, flicked the blood on the sling knife, and walked towards the hissing Atlas.

(End of this chapter)