Lord of the Holy Light of Pirates

Barton poked his head and observed Natasha at the back of the team, who was giving out bread with a pious look on her face. However, at this time, several people in front of him were discussing in low voices, which caught Barton's attention.

There were three men, one with red hair, one with yellow hair, and a man with glasses and a face full of acne. They were in ragged clothes and had a rag on their heads like Barton, looking like tramps.

But the keen Barton quickly saw the weirdness of these three people. These three people looked like homeless people in tattered clothes, but their skin was very clean and fairer than other homeless people. There was a lot, there was no dirt between the nails, and there wasn't even a callus on the hands. Coupled with this sneaky appearance, Barton soon knew that the three people in front of him were fake just like him.

I saw three people whispering together and discussing in a low voice. Seeing this, Barton also stood slightly forward and listened attentively.

The young man with yellow hair said, "Let me tell you, when we take the bread later, we can move our hands up a little so that we can touch her hand."

Glasses Otaku: "This method is good."

The red-haired young man said: "Touching hands doesn't matter. Let me tell you. When I get the milk later, we will deliberately hit the milk on her body, preferably on her chest, and then help her wipe it in a panic."

Glasses Otaku: “This method is also great”

Yellow hair: "You are a talented person, I admire you"

After some discussion, the three of them looked at each other and smiled obscenely.

But Barton in the back was confused, who is that goddess and what do you want to do?

At this time, the yellow-haired young man suddenly became alert and suddenly looked back, his eyes fixed on Barton. Under such gaze, even Barton couldn't help but take a small step back.

The yellow-haired young man looked at Barton. After looking around Barton, he suddenly showed a big smile and leaned close to Barton's ear.

"Hey brother, new face, new guy." After saying that, he raised his eyebrows at Barton, with a look of obscenity on his face.

Barton, who was already confused, was even more confused. What did the new face mean?

Seeing the vigilance and confusion on Barton's face, the yellow-haired man sighed, patted Barton on the shoulder, and acted like an elder brother talking to a younger brother: "Okay, buddy, stop pretending, we are all on the same journey, what's the point? Pretending”

As soon as these words came out, Barton frowned and felt a wave of shock in his heart. What's going on? The other party saw that he was pretending. No matter from the smell or the appearance, he had put on a sacrificial disguise. How could a little gangster see through it?

Seeing Barton's confused look, the yellow-haired young man showed a hint of displeasure on his face, "Okay, buddy, stop pretending. I know you are here to see the goddess, right? In fact, we are all."

"We" Barton whispered.

"Yes, it's us." The yellow-haired young man waved his hand gently, and almost all the homeless people in line in front and beside him turned their heads and looked at Barton with a smile on their faces. That scene was so weird and weird.

"We are all loyal fans of the goddess. We line up here every day just to see the goddess. So, brother, look at your strong tendons. Don't tell me that you are a tramp. You are also here to see the goddess. ,right"

The yellow-haired young man was talking freely, and Barton's face turned green, but he still asked questions.

"Who is the goddess?"

This question was like a frozen grenade thrown into the crowd. Everyone's expressions froze. They all opened their mouths and looked at Barton in disbelief.

At this moment, the yellow-haired young man seemed to be possessed. He suddenly grabbed Barton's shoulders with both hands, shook him wildly, and said at the same time: "What, you don't know the goddess, you don't know Natasha, the goddess who represents the holy light." This is a great sin, a great sin.”

Although Barton's vision was confused after being shaken, he still caught three words, "Natasha". He suddenly broke free from the hands of the yellow-haired young man, waved his cuffs, and said as if he was resigned to his fate.

"Okay, okay, I won't pretend anymore, I won't pretend anymore, I just came to see Goddess Natasha, I'm new here"

Hearing this, the yellow-haired young man raised the corner of his mouth, as if it was indeed the case, and then patted his chest, "Oh, it would have been over if I had said no. Since you are new here, then we will give you a hand, come on, come on , you are in the front line." As he spoke, he also walked behind Barton, still chattering endlessly.

"Let me tell you, those legs of Goddess Natasha"

Barton has been on missions for so many years and has never encountered a situation like today. His partner who has worked with him for many years suddenly turned into a clergyman and distributed relief meals at the door of the church. He also became brothers with a group of gangsters disguised as homeless people, and then prepared Let’s touch Natasha’s hand together

Who the hell wants to touch? Barton was speechless. He felt that he was dreaming, or that the world was completely chaotic.

With the generous help of the "brother", Barton quickly moved to the front of the line. Seeing Natasha getting closer and closer to him, his heart started to beat faster.

For some reason, Barton always felt that Natasha today was inexplicably attractive, but soon, as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, he quickly calmed down, adjusted his state, and walked up.

Natasha handed over a piece of bread and a glass of milk, then raised her head with a very seductive smile: "May the Holy Light protect you."

But just as she finished speaking, Natasha's expression was stunned for a moment. He recognized the homeless man in front of him, even though he used a very poor disguise.

She lowered her voice and said carefully: "Barton, why are you here?"

"Of course I'm coming. If I don't come, who will take you out of here?" Barton lowered his voice and looked around.

After hearing this, Natasha thought about it and realized that she had indeed not contacted the headquarters for several days.

Because she had been praying for skill points, Natasha had forgotten that she used to be a SHIELD agent.

"Let's get out of here first. We'll talk about anything later." With a low voice, Barton grabbed Natasha's hand and prepared to leave.

But what Barton didn't expect was that when he pulled, he didn't pull.

He looked at Natasha with confusion on his face.

I saw Natasha take a slight breath, with a hint of apology on her face, "Sorry, Clint, I can't leave here now, I've found a new direction."

"What" Barton was confused, and even thought he heard wrongly. I risked my life to save you, but you told me you wouldn't leave.

Barton felt that his old partner who had cooperated for many years must have been brainwashed or hypnotized by the other organization. Otherwise, how could Natasha, who had always been loyal to SHIELD, say such a thing?