A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 117 Repairing Ant-Man's Helmet
Thanks to his enhanced body, the giant whose blood had flowed into a red stream still had a breath of air. He tried hard to turn his eyes to the eagle eye standing by his ears - he could no longer feel the part below his neck.

"Let's do it." Atlas looked at the golden figure that had been blurred in his vision from the corner of his eye, with a hint of sarcasm and disdain in his voice.

Clint, wearing golden power armor, jumped lightly onto the giant's chest and stepped on the huge letter 'A'.

His right arm was slowly raised, and a crossbow arrow was ready, pointing at the giant's gradually dilated pupils.Hawkeye's expression was calm and firm, and his eyes were locked into the giant's eyes, as if he wanted to see directly into his heart at this moment.

"Have you regretted it?"

"there has never been."

In the silence, time seemed to freeze.Then, the eagle-eyed finger lightly pulled the trigger, and under the powerful force, the crossbow left the string with a sharp hiss.

"Bang!" The powerful arrow shot through the giant's pupil, shattered his eyeball, and hit the brainstem directly.The giant's body twitched violently, and then fell into a dead silence, unable to make a sound, just lying quietly on the ground.

Then, Hawkeye raised his head, and his gaze stayed on the surrounding circus and amusement facilities, only to see that this once bustling place has now turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The raging flames devoured everything, turning the laughter into smoke and fire.

But the strange thing is that all the tourists who were present had already left, and no one stayed in this sea of ​​flames. It seemed that they had long realized that this place was not a safe place.

Clint felt slightly relieved, which meant that at least no innocent people were harmed in the aftermath of this battle.

His eyes wandered over the burning ruins. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and accurately grasped a yellowed photo that was being swallowed by the flames. He wiped the burnt edge of the photo with his fingers, The flames went out.

It seemed to be a group photo of a superhero team. Several people in the picture were shoulder to shoulder, smiling at the camera, exuding a friendly and united atmosphere.

Standing in the very center is a tall man with a big A conspicuously on his chest.

This man looked resolute and confident. He put a big hand on the shoulder of a comrade next to him who was carrying a purple bow and arrow. They seemed to have a very good relationship.

"How does revenge feel?" Hearing the voice behind him, Clint turned his head, Bai Ye and Wanda were falling from the sky, and there were several large jars wrapped in red thought power beside them.

"not bad."

Eagle Eyes smiled, stuffed the photo into the storage bin, and sniffed.

Seeing that the old guy was in a good state of mind, Bai Ye shrugged and handed him the jar, signaling him to get some Atlas' blood. It would be more convenient for them to grow so big.

Just now, he and Wanda didn't have time to watch the show. They went around the circus and used telepathy to drive away all irrelevant people. By the way, their memories of today are only a man with an arrow and a giant. Fighting broke out.

After that, he lightly lit another fire, obscuring the details of the battle.

It's done because, afterward, maybe a guy with a bull's-eye on his forehead will come and see what's going on.

That is Mr. Bullseye, the Red Skull's Grand Marshal. The Necromancer implant on his head can only determine whether the person in front of him is lying based on his heart rate.

And those civilians did not lie, they were just too scared to remember the details. Bullseye, who had not killed a superhero in decades, would not have the time to target these innocent people.

Looking at Clint who was holding a jar and receiving blood from the wound, Bai Ye continued to think silently.

Bullseye will only be so excited that he can't help but start tracking the path Hawkeye has taken. Maybe he can also lead out Bucky Barnes, who was reused by the Red Skull as the Winter Soldier.

Of course, these are minor matters. These enhanced people can be regarded as today's lucky draw. What is important is the blood containing Pym particles. As long as the host does not take the initiative to completely clean up the Pym particles in his blood, they will It will stay there for decades, no more, no less.

In addition, long-term and repeated exposure to Pym particles can also allow users to secrete Pym particles themselves. The human body is amazing, right?

What we have to do now is to go back and try to separate it and then use it again.

Back at the workshop, several people walked into the familiar workshop, where the craftsmen were busy.His hands were covered with sweat, but there was a happy expression on his face.

He raised his head and saw the Ant-Man helmet in Bai Ye's hand, and couldn't help but smile.

"Ah, Ant-Man's helmet, do you want me to repair this thing?" the craftsman put down the tools in his hands and wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked.

Bai Ye nodded, handed out the helmet and then said: "We also have some blood samples containing Pym particles. Take the time to see if you can separate some particles from them."

Then he turned his attention to the golden power armor neatly arranged in the corner, there are quite a few of them, it seems that the craftsmen were not idle during their time out.

"It's not a small challenge, but since you trust me, I will try my best to fix it." The craftsman said, putting the helmet on the workbench, he took out some tools, and began to analyze the internal structure of the helmet.

Under the skillful hands of the craftsman, the internal parts of the helmet were gradually revealed. He focused on repairing, adjusting the details from time to time, and his fingers flying up and down seemed to perform a tiny dance.

Bai Ye and Hawkeye stood quietly aside, watching the craftsman's movements.

After ten minutes, the tools in the hands of the craftsman finally stopped.

He gently pulled his fingers out from the inside of the helmet, and then reattached some small parts and shells to the helmet. The entire repair process seemed to go smoothly.

"It should be fine now, let's try it." The craftsman encouraged.

"Hope Dwight washes his hair every day."

Clint grabbed the helmet and put it on his head, and as the helmet restarted, a faint sound of electronic activation rang in his ears.

Immediately after he squinted his eyes for a while, hundreds of ants crawled in from the window sill, stopped in front of him and began to circle around.

After confirming that Clint was gradually familiar with the operation of Ant-Man's helmet, the craftsman turned his head and approached the jars filled with blood, and tapped one of them lightly with his finger, and the bottle made a low echo.

He couldn't help sighing, scratching his head and having trouble, he didn't know much about this kind of gadget, it might not be easy to extract it.

But you can also find another way.

See if you can build a machine that automatically separates Pym particles.

　Will update more tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)