I'm in Marvel's infinite draw

Coulson presided over the overall situation, standing in the control room on the second floor of the base of the temporary research room, looking down at a series of meticulous operations around the hammer.

Suddenly, as if a foreign enemy invaded, the siren of the temporary base resounded loudly and quickly through the night sky.

Enemy attack!

Chapter 314 Give me a face

Thunder and lightning flickered in the wilderness, and the night sky was covered with dark clouds. With the cold wind blowing, heavy rain suddenly fell.

The siren sounded from the temporary base, and the armed personnel stationed there moved after hearing the sound.

Coulson frowned, took out the communicator and dialed, and asked in a deep voice connected to the monitoring room: "What happened?"

The person in charge at the end of the communicator immediately replied: "Sir, we just discovered that there is a hole in the corner of the protective fence on the south side of the base that will not be powered on in the future. There is a strong blond man in his early 1.8 meters. The man forcibly invaded the temporary base, knocked out two guards on duty, and was heading towards the research room in the center of the base."

With a calm face, Coulson said in a cold voice: "I see, let the guards continue to maintain the patrol order, and let the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. deal with the intruders."

"Yes!"

After hanging up the communication, Coulson continued to dial the private personal connection, and soon an indifferent male voice answered: "I am here."

"The items in this temporary research room are very important, you should be on the safe side." Coulson informed.

"Ok."

the other side of the communication.

In the warehouse on the first floor of the temporary base, a black-haired agent in an agent uniform opened the door of the arsenal, his hawk-like eyes lingered on a row of iron shelves displaying various types of firearms.

The black-haired agent picked up a modern sniper rifle, weighed it, and quickly put it back again. Without hesitation, he took away the special compound bow on the top row, and a quiver containing many strange arrows. .

Then, he quickly rushed out of the arsenal, walked up the stairs, reached the top of the third floor, stretched out his hands and crawled vigorously towards the temporary roof stand on the top of the base.

At this moment.

In the institute, Sol was running down the aisle panting, and when he was about to reach the corner, a black agent with a burly figure and a strong physique like a bear stopped him.

"Mortal, don't block my way!" Saul listened to the thunder outside, looked at the big man who was half a head taller than himself, and threatened with his fists tightly.

Something happened to God's Domain, he didn't want to stay here to waste any more time!

"If you think about it, beat me to the ground." The black agent sneered, squeezed his fist the size of a sandbag, and made a crackling sound of joints and bones.

It's useless to say, just do it!

With a roar, Saul rushed forward in the form of a reckless man, and wrestled with the black agent with his bare hands.

After a while, the two wrestled into a ball, broke through the wall of the temporary research institute, and tumbled into the open-air crater.

Due to the heavy rain, the crater has become a pitted quagmire.

Two tall and strong men fell into it, and they were covered in mud in an instant. They punched and kicked regardless, and the fight was a bit inextricable for a while.

This scene was naturally and clearly exposed to the eyes of Coulson on the second floor and the black-haired agent who had climbed to the roof.

The black-haired agent stood alone on the narrow roof, pulled out a special steel arrow, put it on the thin string of the special compound bow, and aimed at the arrow in the pit with one eye and pulled it down a meniscus arc. The back of your head.

No matter how close Sol and the black agent are, and they keep moving and changing positions during the battle, the sharp and cold arrow tip always moves and adjusts with the target.

"I'm already in place, do I need to kill the intruder?" The black-haired agent asked expressionlessly.

Hearing the voice from the communicator, Coulson pondered for a moment. Seeing that the intruder was about to beat the black agent to the ground, he finally nodded his head and gave the command: "Kill."

"learn."

The black-haired agent had deep eyes, held his breath, and was not affected by the heavy rain. His hands holding the bow and arrow were as steady as if they were made of machinery.

Below the pothole, Sol punched the black agent to the ground, shook off his wet shawl hair, and walked tiredly towards the silver hammer in the center of the pothole, completely oblivious to the fatal danger from the side of his head.

"It's over." The black-haired agent muttered in a low voice, and just when he was about to let go of the arrow string and let the special arrow shoot Saul's head, one hand rested on the tip of the arrow from behind without warning, and he lowered his hand Moved the aimed target.

"Wh, who is it?" The black-haired agent trembled all over, and turned around in shock, but at some point, there was a young and handsome silver-haired youth standing behind him.

"Using special bows and arrows... You should be the 'Hawkeye' Clint Barton that Natasha often mentioned, right?"

Kyle smiled, looked down at Sol in the crater, and said in a flat and majestic tone: "The one below is my friend, do me a favor and don't shoot him."

"Where the hell are you?" Hawkeye was still in extreme shock. As a master shooter, what he dreaded most was being touched by the enemy, especially the undefended back.

But just now, from the moment the comer appeared to the moment before he shot to stop him, with his high vigilance, he couldn't detect the slightest trace of abnormality.

The opponent seemed to appear out of thin air. If it was really an enemy, he would have died countless times just now!

Kyle didn't answer. If he couldn't even guess his identity, it would be a shame for the hero codename Hawkeye.

"You mentioned Natasha just now, silver-haired, too young..." Hawkeye was stunned for half a second, then retracted his bow and arrow in response, bowed with fists folded, and said in awe, "Mr. Kyle."

"It's still a bit of eyesight." Kyle nodded, told him to be quiet, and continued to look down at the situation in the pit.

"Has that person come here too?"

Hearing the conversation on the communicator vaguely, Coulson was taken aback for a moment, then his face was serious, and his puzzled eyes also fell on Sol in the pit, "For him?"

In the crater washed by heavy rain.

The sludge on Thor's body was gradually washed away, he calmed down and panted, and stopped beside the silver hammer.

With joy on his face, he lowered his body, grasped the handle of the hammer with his dominant right hand, and wanted to lift it high as before.

But no matter how hard you tried, the hammer didn't move.

Sol's smile froze on his face, and the air was full of embarrassment.

He used his hands unwillingly and exerted all his strength, but the fact that he couldn't lift the hammer still didn't change.

Sol let go of his hands dejectedly, at this moment, he suddenly understood his current situation.

Father King Odin exiled him, Thor's Hammer no longer recognized him, all power, divine power, honor, and pride disappeared, and he was really inferior to a mortal.

'Pata! '

Sol knelt on the mud beside the hammer, looked up at the night sky, like a wounded beast, howling heart-piercingly in the heavy rain.

"really."

Kyle, who already knew the ending, was not surprised. He patted Hawkeye on the shoulder and said, "Stun him with an anesthetic and lock him up. An astronomer will come to pick him up afterwards. Just let him go when the time comes."

"it is good."