A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 65
"I'm leaving! Tonya, take care of Ashley, do you hear me?"

In the garage, Clint took off his satchel and handed it to a middle-aged black woman who looked a little fat.

Tonya didn't say anything, took the satchel and opened it suspiciously, then opened her mouth wide in surprise.

Inside were rolls and rolls of old banknotes. The amount was probably as much as one hundred thousand. It was almost impossible for ordinary people to get so much money in the wasteland world.

"Where did you get so much money? You want..." Tonya was speechless.

"Your ex-husband was still an Avenger back then." Hawkeye put on a pair of sunglasses, waved his hand, walked towards a red convertible off-road vehicle, closed the door with a bang, and then shouted to the passengers in the vehicle:
"Do you know what this thing is? A spider car that can climb on the wall like Peter Parker! I won it from the Mandarin more than ten years ago!"

At this time, the Punisher, Quicksilver, and Scarlet Witch were all sitting in the back seat. Fortunately, the car was spacious, and it was not a problem for three people to sit comfortably.

Pietro sat on the back seat and squirmed, looking a little uncomfortable. He said with a strange expression: "I know, what Parker and Human Torch created together back then is just, don't you have eye problems?"

"Why are you sitting in the driver's seat?"

"Ah?" Eagle Eye pressed down half of his glasses, looked back at Kuaiyin in surprise and said, "Aren't I your guide? I must be driving."

During the conversation, Ultron walked to the car, red energy particles flickered in his mouth, he looked at Hawkeye and said: "Mr. Button, according to my database calculation, if you go to revenge this trip, the chances of coming back alive are very high." It will be more than ten percent."

Just when Clint was about to say something, Ultron took out another thing from his pocket and handed it to him, "Amulet."

It was a small letter A metal pendant, rusty and looking old.

He fell silent, nodded slowly after a long time, and hung it on the rearview mirror.

Then, he laughed again, pointing to the passengers in the backseat, "Didn't account for variables, buddy."

The metal head tilted its head, not knowing why.

Step on the accelerator, and the engine roars instantly.Hawkeye twisted the steering wheel, and the red off-road vehicle rushed out of the garage like a bolt of lightning, and shuttled on the street, scaring the pedestrians around to avoid it in a hurry.

Driving out of Hammerfell City, Bai Ye, who was sitting in the co-pilot, took a long look at the jeep of the Madrox Gang that had been thrown outside the city before. She's on the shelf.

And just like that, there are still people working up and down with cutting machines, and they don't know if they plan to sell the remaining scrap iron for money or what.

He turned back and said to the spring-faced Eagle Eyes: "First go east to Hulk Land, then walk up and straight through it, and finally go to Canada to find Zemo, remember?"

"Of course, I've been looking for that old guy Logan a hundred and eighty times along this road, just to beg him to help, and guess what happened?"

Clint flicked his sunglasses, then said:
"He said that he is now a farmer who pays his rent honestly and does not play any superhero tricks."

"Wolverine, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, is a tough guy who bombs him with a nuclear bomb and throws him from a height of 40 meters. What did they do to him [-] years ago?"

Bai Ye stared intently at a group of Ornithomimosaurus that was following the car dozens of meters away. Those things were bought from the wilderness by some idle people who had nothing to do, and they were kept for fun, but they were released after they found that they couldn't raise them any more. .

"Destroy him."

A dilapidated small farm stands like an isolated island in the wilderness, surrounded by dry dry land, the land is cracked with deep cracks, and there is no life at all.

The mountains are tall and steep in the distance, covered with grass and stones.

A small pigsty was built next to the house that could barely be called a residence, and a dozen pigs were raised there.

Beside the pigsty, there stood a gray-haired old man, wearing an old windbreaker, staring at the pigs expressionlessly, holding a bucket of feed in his hand, and slowly dumping it into the pigsty. in the slot.

The boy wearing a peaked cap quietly walked up to the old man, looking a little nervous, and said softly to the old man: "Dad, those beasts are coming."

"Go into the house and stay with your mother and your sister and don't look outside, Scott, and don't let them hear you, those are Banner's breeds, and they have a bad temper."

As he spoke, the old man put down the feed bucket, reached out and touched his son's head, then turned his head to look west, as if he was waiting for something.

He gave his son the same name as his late friend, Scott.

But he no longer knew whether he was doing this to remember his dead friend or to forget who Scott was.

Maybe it was because he was afraid both of thinking about him and of forgetting him.

As soon as the boy stepped back into the house, an old four-seater aircraft gradually flew over from a distance. Its appearance has been severely eroded by the years, and the fuselage is covered with rust and scratches.

The large number 4 logo on the aircraft has become blurred and almost unreadable, replaced by a line of large green characters - "Banner".

The aircraft exuded an aura of lack of confidence, the engine hissed, and finally landed less than two meters in front of the old man.

Two green-skinned men, nearly two and a half meters tall, jumped out of the aircraft, with muscles all over their bodies.

One of the men with a killer haircut and a nail collar around his neck leaned against the face of the half-short old man, staring at him with big and small eyeballs, the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing yellow rotten teeth: "Wolverine."

"Just call me Logan."

The old man lowered his head and didn't look directly at him.

"The monthly rent should be paid the day before yesterday. What do you mean?"

"Abe's family hasn't paid the money for selling the pigs yet. I don't have any money right now. I will pay them together next month."

The man who killed Matt's eyes became more stern, and he asked word by word: "Does it mean that there is no rent for this month?"

"Yes." Logan replied, still not looking at him.

The Shamat man looked into the room, smiled, put his mouth close to the old man's ear, and whispered, "Are those in your family members inside?"

Logan did not look back, but he knew very well that his wife and children were looking at him worriedly through the window.

They should have listened to themselves.

He finally raised his head and looked into those green eyes, "Due next month, don't talk about my wife and children."

The man who killed Matt laughed after hearing the old man's answer.

"Success, then do you understand the consequences of not paying the monthly rent?" He said, his voice full of mockery.

The old man replied blankly: "I know."

He fixed his eyes on the raised fist of the green-skinned burly man, and said calmly:
"Please, sir, just fight."

Green's fist slammed into Logan's face, making a dull impact sound.The veins bulging from the force on the fist were clearly visible, and the old man's face was bloody instantly.

　Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)