People In Marvel, System Attackers

Chapter 163 Early Morning, Good Years

Morning.

There was a faint smell of blood floating in the temporary camp. Most people cannot smell it, but S.H.I.E.L.D agent is more sensitive to the smell of blood due to its special occupation.

The atmosphere in the entire camp was tense, and almost everyone was sullied and unsmiling.

In the room where Sitwell was held, Phil Coulson looked a little tired.

He stayed up all night.

Clint was beside him, silently, methodically maintaining his recurve bow.

“Thank you,” Phil Coulson said.

“Responsibility.”

Clint’s tone is light, but anyone who knows him knows that Hawkeye’s mood is not beautiful.

If three colleagues who were fighting side by side suddenly kill you, no one will be in a good mood, even if all three of them are dead.

One was hit by an arrow in the eye by Clint and died in the brain.

One to three.

Clint must break the situation quickly, so he chooses to attack the vital point to reduce the enemy’s vitality.

An arrow in the abdomen is not fatal. The fatal thing was that he was cruel to himself, so he drew the arrow directly, wanting to continue fighting. But he didn’t know that there were many types of Clint’s arrows, one of which was barbed.

So he drew his arrow and also pulled out his intestines.

Died in pain and wailing.

The last one was poisoned. He was shot in the wrist, lost his weapon, shot in the thigh, and lost his Ability. Seeing Clint rushing forward, he hit hard and crushed the poison sac hidden in the posterior molars, and the poison was sealed by blood.

Clint installed the bowstring and entered the state of fighting at any time, but still not interested. He asked:

“Phil Coulson, are there any trusted comrades in the game in the future?”

“Does the cause we fought for before still make sense?”

“What should I do in the future?”

Phil Coulson was silent for a long time before saying:

“Some things…someone has to do it.”

“Someone needs to stick to it. This is what we will do in the future.”

“Better deal with the corpse first.”

He gritted his teeth and said bitterly: “Report a death, it’s cheaper for them.”

After speaking, Phil Coulson looked at Sitwell, who was tightly bound and gagged. The agent who used to be honest and honest has craziness in his eyes.

“I advise you to save a bit of effort and save it for later interrogation.” Phil Coulson said coldly: “There is no lawyer, no human rights, all physical, spiritual, classic, and experimental methods will be used for you. You’ll have to squeeze out every drop of information you know. Before that, you will not be able to survive or die.”

The eyes were cold, even the HYDRA agent, who was brainwashed and mad, shuddered.

For a while, fear appeared in his eyes.

This is the power of the “good old man” showing his fangs.

Jane gets up and washes briefly.

I didn’t sleep well last night.

One is that what happened last night was too magical, and the Three Views are at stake.

The second is to worry about Thor.

I wanted to talk to my girlfriend, but my girlfriend washed herself fragrantly, painted delicate makeup, and then took out two boxes of small umbrellas, extra-large ones, from the suitcase.

Jane: ……, Whose scientific workers bring small umbrellas for field surgery examinations?

And want to use two boxes at once?

Daisy smiled and said “bye bye, little baby” to Jane, and then delivered takeaways to the big baby.

“Huh, color is more important than friends.” Jane was angry at the time.

Then there was Thor in his head.

Does this count as liking color and ignoring friends?

Jane took a look in the mirror and rarely painted herself a light makeup to cover up the slight dark circles. She first went to the cafeteria in the camp and got two glasses of milk and two sandwiches. Thinking of Thor’s appetite, he took another bacon pancake and French croissant.

Arriving in Thor’s room, the door is open, and the quilt is neatly folded.

Jane showed her aunt’s smile: “I can’t see it. Thor turns out to be a man who can fold the quilt well. There are thick and thin…”

“I can’t see it either.”

“Ah!” Jane was startled by the sudden voice. “Dr. Erik, you startled me.”

Dr. Erik, who lives next door to Thor, said, “Sorry, and Thor didn’t come back at all last night.”

Jane: “How do you know?”

Erik: “I’m old and sleep shallow… Thor is not the kind of light-footed person, and do you really think Thor will fold the quilt when he gets up?”

Jane blushed, and immediately worried: “Where is he?”

Erik spread his hands and joked: “I don’t know, but S.H.I.E.L.D’s agent is following him far away, I don’t want to be taken away by the black bear.”

There are definitely no black bears around here, but there are poisonous creatures like snakes, scorpions, spiders, etc., Erik said, Jane is even more worried.

Erik watched as he trot away from Jane and chuckled, “The young man now.”

Thor was sitting quietly on a weathered rock outside the makeshift camp, kind of like a walking dead.

“Thor…” Jane’s words disappeared when he saw Thor who was so bemoaned, “Let’s eat something.”

“I’m not hungry, I don’t want to eat.”

“Eat as much as you want.”

Jane stuffed the food into Thor’s hands.

Looking at Jane with a worried look, Thor couldn’t bear to throw away the food in his hand, broke a piece of bread and put it in his mouth, but it was like chewing wax, like a throat.

Thor choked up:

“My father is dead, and my mother resents me, Asgard, there is no place for me anymore.”

“Whether it is Mirnier, or power of the thunder and lightning, what’s the point?”

“I, lost everything.”

Jane felt distressed and hugged Thor gently.

Thor held Jane, tears staying silently.

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he hasn’t reached the point of sadness.

Stark holding a telescope: “Tsk, it’s really hard to see the truth.”

“When did you become a voyeur?” Mike angrily said, “Also, this is my room, fuck!”

Stark remained unmoved and asked, “When are you going to tell Thor the truth?”

Mike replied: “Did I tell him the truth?”

Stark thought for a while and said, “It doesn’t seem to be. Damn, you don’t want Thor to be kept in the dark, it’s too cruel…”

Mike said, “It’s not that I don’t want to say it, but it shouldn’t be for me. Thor and Loki’s brothers for so many years, if confronted, do you think Thor believes in me or Loki?”

Stark thought for a while and said, “Loki.”

“So, why should I be a villain who provokes the brotherhood of the divorced. Besides… Since Odin feels that the current Thor does not have the qualifications to become a king of gods, why not retreat and choose Loki next? Because Loki is not the eldest son? No! Very simple, Loki is more inappropriate than Thor.”

Compared to Thor’s “reckless”, Loki’s “yin” is more uncomfortable to synthesize as a god king.

The so-called king is magnificent, and even if it uses a strategy, it should also use a direct strategy.

What is a conspiracy when a king is so gloomy and gloomy?

Loki is suitable to assist Thor and help him with affairs in the shadows.

It’s a pity that the two princes didn’t know themselves, they were so sad, Odin.

“Don’t worry, Thor is more in line with the expectations of the Asgard people than Loki. He has a large number of supporters. Someone will tell him the truth.”

“Moreover—suffering can make a person grow up quickly.”