Lord of the Holy Light of Pirates

Celia held the broom in one hand, put the fingers of her right hand to her lips, tilted her head slightly, looking innocent.

The moment Celia appeared, Barton's body trembled and he almost fell. He turned his head in disbelief and was shocked to find Celia behind him.

When did this guy come behind him and he didn't notice this skill at all? Is he someone from the opponent's organization?

Or is she the mutant who manipulated Natasha?

Barton's brain was spinning rapidly, and at the same time, there was already movement in his hands.

No matter who the other party was, he could not let her reveal his whereabouts. He rushed out suddenly, and his compound arched back had already hit the girl.

Celia looked at the compound bow falling towards her with an innocent face, and then he gently waved the broom in his hand under Barton's shocked eyes.

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There was a muffled sound, and before the compound bow fell on Celia's head, the broom fell on Barton's head first. This seemingly weak broom fell on Barton's head so gently. , and then the eighth-level SHIELD agent fell down.

Just as Celia fell to the ground looking unconscious, Roy's exclamation came from the church.

"Celia, how many times have I told you, don't use this Holy Glory Salvation broom when sweeping the floor?"

Barton opened his eyes in confusion, but the bright light in front of him made him a little dazed. Coupled with the heavy feeling on his head, it aggravated his dazed feeling and made him a little unclear.

Barton frowned and shook his head while searching for memories in his mind. He remembered that he was ready to enter the opponent's weakly defended backyard, and then discovered Natasha taking a bath while scouting the local backyard. Then, he accidentally watched and became fascinated. He was discovered by a girl with extremely secretive skills, and then, he

He was knocked down by the opponent with a broom.

Barton had an urge to curse in his heart. Damn it, he was an eighth-level S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. He had experienced numerous life and death experiences. He had never seen any big storms. And today he was beaten to the ground by a little girl.

With this thought in his mind, Barton suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Who the hell would sweep the floor with a broom at two o'clock in the middle of the night?

There was also Natasha who was taking a bath. Having worked with her for many years, he knew that it was absolutely impossible for Natasha to stay up late, and how could she take a bath at two in the middle of the night? There was also the special attraction that she exuded, and the lack of Defensive backyard.

All of this seems to be a huge trap.

Thinking of this, Barton's whole body trembled suddenly, an inexplicable feeling of fear arose in his heart, and an almost impossible idea emerged in his mind.

Perhaps the other party had long been aware of his existence, so he specially vacated the backyard, and then controlled Natasha to take a bath. When he was attracted by Natasha and gave up his guard, he then sent power mutants to carry out a sneak attack on him. It was reasonable and reasonable.

After thinking about this, Barton felt very scary.

You know, such a sophisticated trap cannot make any mistakes. As long as your route changes, the trap will be completely ineffective. However, the owner of this church has captured every move of his.

Barton is now almost certain that the other party is a mutant with the ability to read thoughts. At this time, he has no way to convey this information. His hands are tied behind his back with ropes, as are his feet. Let alone transmitting information, now Turning over is a problem.

Fortunately, the other party did not cover his eyes, which allowed Barton to see the surrounding environment clearly.

Judging from the layout, this should be the church hall, with the benches filling the hall, the magnificent building, and the armored knight in the center.

Looking at the knight holding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, Barton felt that there must be something wrong with the world, or that there was a problem every day.

Otherwise, how could he be friends with a group of homeless people this morning, how could he peek at Natasha taking a shower under such circumstances, and how could he be knocked down by a girl with a broom.

Just when Barton felt that he was analyzing rationally, a conversation between a man and a woman came in from outside.

"How many times have I told you, don't touch anything in the warehouse. That broom is not an ordinary broom, it is the Shengyao Salvation Broom. What if you beat someone to death?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Lord, I won't use it next time."

The man's voice had a hint of emphasis. Barton had never heard this man's voice, but he remembered the woman's voice. Although it was crying, Barton was sure that he was the girl who fought with him in the backyard.

"Forget it, just pay attention next time. Now let's go see the guests first."

The footsteps slowly approached. Seeing this, Barton quickly adjusted his position and closed his eyes again.

Roy and Celia walked in together. Looking at Barton who was still unconscious, Celia showed a hint of worry on her face and said to Roy: "Lord, I won't beat him to death, right?"

"Don't worry, it's okay. Go fill a basin of water and splash him awake," Roy said casually.

"But sister Natasha is still taking a shower."

"It's okay, it's okay. There's no problem with the bath water. How many NBA stars don't even want it? Go ahead." Roy rubbed Celia's little head.

Hearing this, Barton suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the floor, looking shocked.

Seeing this, Roy also raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his lips, and took a step forward, "Good evening, Mr. Barton."

Roy's smile was very gentle, but Barton seemed to be in extreme danger. He had just heard that the girl who knocked herself out with a broom admired this young man very much. It is very likely that the young man in front of him is from this church. Owner.

Unconsciously, Barton's body moved a step back at the same time.

After a moment, Barton came to his senses and stared at Roy with falcon-like eyes: "Who are you and what is your purpose? Do you know who I am? Do you know what you are fighting against?"

Looking at the excited Barton, Roy yawned: "It's okay to spy on you in the middle of the night, but you don't have to worry, I don't mean any harm."

As soon as these words came out, Barton was stunned for a moment, "I didn't peep, it was just by the way."

Barton explained, and at the same time he cursed in his mind, "There is no malice, I believe you, you are a ghost."

If you didn't have any ill intentions, you would let a group of homeless people chase me for a few more streets. If you didn't have any ill intentions, you would dig a big trap for yourself to jump through, and then let a girl knock you out with a sweep.

This is because you have no ill intentions and you want Natasha’s bath water to nourish me. Do you still have any humanity?