DC New Krypton

Hawkeye Clint Barton's farm is quite secretive and its exact location is unknown to all Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Only Nick Fury knows where this location is.

Because this remote farm was chosen by Nick Fury to give to Clint Barton.

Although it is still an ordinary wooden villa, the surrounding terrain is open, the air is fresh, and the green fields and the sky are connected. It is definitely a good place for leisure and vacation.

After searching for that mysterious psychic wave to no avail, Clint Barton didn't stay at S.H.I.E.L.D.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has mobilized almost all its manpower, including orbiting satellites in the Earth's sky, surveillance satellites, and all network surveillance. The sky carrier has patrolled across multiple regions of the United Earth Government to search for the mysterious mind that has swept across the world. fluctuation.

But still no clue, no progress.

Every Avenger smells a strange thing. Facing a global crisis, they seem to be secretly preparing to attack.

Worst of all, they have nowhere to start.

With no other choice, he could only continue to pay attention to the situation of the earth normally and frequently, and was forced to passively wait for the traces of the enemy's next action to be exposed.

This couldn't be worse.

Hawkeye Clint Barton felt that he would be very busy in the coming period, so he deliberately took a day off to go home and check on his children and wife, and informed his wife in advance that he was busy at work.

Clint Barton, who had already arrived home, informed his wife that his wife was not incomprehensible, but Clint Barton once again failed to make an appointment with her family for a family gathering, leaving her depressed and expressionless.

She is worried every day when her husband goes out to save the world. He is the pride of the children, the guardian of the earth, a member of the Avengers, and the support of the vast majority of mankind on earth, but he is not a qualified husband and father. .

He was too busy, really too busy. When he came back in a hurry, he could only be reunited with his family for one day before going to the battlefield to protect the earth.

Clint Barton knew that his wife was somewhat complaining. He held his wife in the kitchen and comforted her softly. After preparing a big meal with his wife in the kitchen, his wife felt much better.

The two children, on the other hand, were chattering excitedly as they prepared for a small picnic.

In fact, it means moving the dining table at home to the grass outside. The family can enjoy the vast green sky and have a hearty meal. Sometimes, squirrels will quietly want to steal food.

The two little guys happily pulled the chairs, leaving two traces on the grass, and pulled them out of the yard. They saw Clint Barton holding a solid wood dining table weighing more than 150 kilograms with one hand and placing it in the yard. , the two little guys jumped up with excitement on the spot, clapped their hands and looked at him with admiration.

Within Clint Barton's casual clothes, he is wearing a battle suit once given by Hal, which allows him, who is already at the limit of human strength, to exert five tons of strength and lift a dining table of more than 100 kilograms. In fact, it is just a trivial matter. He also threw the dining table twice in front of the two children, causing them to scream in surprise and shout that their father was Superman.

However, when his wife saw it, she gave him a stern look, and the dining table was used to play with. He quickly and honestly set the dining table with the smiling children, set out the tablecloths, plates, knives and forks, and then one by one from the house A delicious and hearty meal is served in the kitchen.

With everything ready, Clint Barton and his family had a pleasant lunch under nature, enjoying the breeze, the fresh green fields, and the vast sky.

While Clint Barton and his family were having a pleasant lunch, there was a postman wearing a green hat and green postman uniform, carrying a wide brown package on his waist, riding a mountain bike on a trail with only one Ride over here.

While Clint Barton was eating spinach, his eyes showed a little doubt, and he stared at the postman riding over from a distance. He stopped by his fence, looked over with a smile, and shouted:

"I'm sorry to interrupt your family's happy time, Mr. Clint Barton. There is some mail that needs your signature."

Clint Barton's eyes flashed with a trace of vigilance, and he glanced at his wife and son without revealing any trace. His wife responded to him with a glance, and she was also slightly surprised.

My own home...how could a postman come directly to deliver the mail?

Clint Barton smiled at his wife, calming her surprised heart, and stood up from the dining table, "I'm going to sign for the mail."

When Clint Barton passed by his wife, she stretched out her hand and shook his hand with a slight reluctance, "Be safe, go and come back as soon as possible."

Many times, there were sudden phone calls, or some strange reminders about airplanes passing by in the sky, indicating that my husband was about to go out to protect the world. The strangest thing was that once a white dove flew over, My husband went to work.

Now it was just a postman coming over, which was quite normal. Although she was a little reluctant to leave, she still shook Clint Barton's hand and let go of his hand.

Clint Barton nodded with a smile and walked towards the postman.

Walking to the fence, Clint Barton looked at the postman and said in a rather ordinary conversational manner: "Have we met before?"

He felt that the postman's temperament was a bit familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, he had no impression.

"The last person I delivered mail asked me the same question. Who told me to look like a popular face?" The postman shrugged helplessly and took out the mail from his bag - a document bag, the receipt and a Pass the ballpoint pen towards Clint Barton.

Clint Barton smiled and took the document bag, the documents and the ballpoint pen in his hand. He held the document bag with his fingers without seeming to care, and felt the thickness of the document bag slightly. It was only about the thickness of three pieces of paper; in his heart A few doubts arose.

"A public face is also very beneficial. Some professions happen to need a public face..." Clint Barton took the receipt, signed his name with a ballpoint pen, and said while signing, half way through When he was doing this, he suddenly stopped and raised his eyes to glance at the postman with a popular face.

He glanced at the popular postman, then at the mail in his hand, and continued signing where he stopped.

Clint Barton finally understood why he felt familiar.

He is an agent.

A civilian agent.

He has a familiar temperament.

Only Nick Fury knows where he lives.

But every time Nick Fury had any work dealings with him, he always had a code word in advance to notify him that his vacation was over; there was never any sudden call to his door.

This was inconsistent with the confidentiality procedures of agents, especially agents at the level of Nick Fury and myself.

Clint Barton is missing