A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 63 Do Big Things, Do Big Things

A handsome old man with shawl long hair slowly walked into the town. He was carrying a satchel and wearing simple clothes, but he showed a unique temperament.

His shawl-length hair swayed in the wind, exuding an aura of wildness and freedom.The compound bow on his back showed that he was a skilled archer, and the quiver was full of arrows, shining sharply.

When he walked through the streets of the town, people subconsciously moved out of the way to avoid his shadow.They seemed to be no strangers to this person, and their hearts were filled with awe.

The old man walked slowly through the lively market, through the crowded streets of Hammerfall, and finally came to the door of an auto repair shop.

He stopped, looked around, and glanced at the signs and furnishings of the shop, as if he was looking for a specific target.

Ultron came out to greet him at this time, and shouted excitedly with that unique mechanical voice: "Hawkeye! You are here, those guys have stayed here for two days and have not left, and they are determined to see you. "

"The gang? I remember you said 'there's a guy' on the phone with me." The old man, Hawkeye raised his eyebrows and walked towards the auto repair shop.

"Wait. You'd better not go in now. Ashley has been in a bad mood for the past two days. She thinks you have brought dangerous people to the house again." Seeing the thorny eyes of Hawkeye, Ultron walked inside. His electronic eyebrows wrinkled, and he quickly stepped forward to persuade.

"That means my daughter is smart."

As he said that, Hawkeye saw a poster of Hawkeye from the Avengers period through the crack of his daughter's door, and a surge of excitement surged in his heart.He pushed open the door and said happily, "Wow, you still have a poster of Dad on the wall?"

However, when he pushed the door open completely, he fell silent. The poster of himself was filled with darts, and each dart hit the person's face hard.

It seems that his daughter does not have a good impression of him.

Hawkeye silently walked into his daughter's room and looked around.He noticed that the decor in the room was rebellious and rebellious.There are rock band posters on the walls, and magazines and black scribble pads are strewn across the desk.

A dark-haired girl in a black tank top and short jeans sitting on the bed, her eyes are cold and sharp, watching Hawkeye.Her lips moved slightly: "Are you here to take away those guys you attracted?"

Clint Barton opened his mouth. He suddenly felt that it was more difficult to say something than to fight Thanos. After a long time, he spit out a word: "Yes."

Then he turned and closed the door, forced a smile at the 'I knew it would be like this' Ultron VIII, and walked straight to the hotel across the street.

The frequency of seeing his daughter since he was a child is basically calculated on a yearly basis, and he is not surprised by such a result.

Hawkeye pushed open the hotel door and stepped into the dimly lit lobby.He walked to the front desk, facing the listless aunt at the front desk, he asked: "I heard that someone has been looking for me for the past two days?"

The aunt at the front desk flipped through the newspaper in her hand and lazily replied: "The third room on the second floor, and you should pay me the money, otherwise I will ask your ex-wife for it later."

"God, you can remember everything two years ago so clearly."

Clint rolled his eyes, he took out a few crumpled banknotes from his pocket and threw them on the table unceremoniously, and walked towards the second floor.

The moment he stepped up the stairs, a gleaming short knife appeared in his hand.

Ultron said that those people may not be malicious, but it is only possible. No one in this world is completely credible.

And Wolverine will want to avenge 40 years ago?
What a joke, Logan has long been a submissive old farmer, and the Hulk gang beat him to pieces in front of his family almost every time they collected rent, and he didn't see any resistance from him.

Walking up to the second floor, Hawkeye quickly found the target room and knocked on the door.The door opened slowly, revealing a faint light.He saw a figure standing in the doorway, his dark hair shining in the dim light.

"Are you the one looking for me?" Eagle Eye asked, staring sharply at the person in front of him.

The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded and answered, "Yes, I've been looking for you, and I have something important to discuss with you."

The eyebrows were raised slightly, and the old archer motioned for the other party to continue talking.He entered the room, and the door closed softly behind his back, isolating them from the din of the outside world.

As soon as the door closed, Hawkeye immediately raised his hand to put the knife on the opponent's neck, but he never thought that the opponent's speed and strength were stronger than him.

The moment he raised his hand, the other party quickly grabbed his wrist, and there was a sharp pain in his wrist, and the knife slipped from his hand to the ground uncontrollably.

"Who are you? The Red Skull sent you here?" The old man hissed and inhaled. Such an amazing reaction speed was definitely not something that a gangster in the wasteland could achieve.

Just as Hawkeye yelled in his heart that my life is over, and was about to watch the revolving lantern, the person opposite suddenly let him go.He felt a little surprised, but he didn't relax his vigilance, and still maintained his vigilance.

The man turned sideways, a smile in his eyes. "I think you should recognize these old friends."

Clint turned his head in bewilderment, and then, he saw their faces, and for a split second, the floodgates of memory opened.

"How is it possible that I saw you all die in front of me with my own eyes." Hawkeye trembled, he couldn't believe what he saw, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Hawkeye knelt down involuntarily, staring at Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch in front of him, his eyes filled with pain and sadness.

Many years ago, he witnessed the scene where Wanda was pierced in the chest by Magneto with a steel bar, and the deep scar is still carved in his heart.

Tears fell silently, his body trembling slightly, sobbing and asking: "You guys... are you really not my hallucination?"

Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch looked at each other, seeing sympathy in each other's eyes.

They understood Hawkeye's pain and inner struggle. Just a few days ago, they had experienced the pain of loss and separation.

Slowly, the Scarlet Witch approached Hawkeye, gently stretched out her arms, and caressed the old man's shoulder.

"No, Clint, we are not your hallucinations." Wanda replied softly, "But we are not the people you remember either."

The old man with runny nose and tears wiped his tears and looked at her blankly.

"Let him tell you." Wanda retracted her hand and turned to Bai Ye aside.

Bai Ye stepped forward and kicked away the knife on the ground, the old guy almost knelt on the knife just now.

Then, he smiled brightly at Hawkeye:

"You want something big, Clint Barton?"

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(End of this chapter)