[Comprehensive British and American] The life of the villain and the body of the hero

Hawkeye didn't make it back to the Avengers Building on time, and he encountered a highway robbery on the way.The woman who was cornered had black slightly curly hair. She lowered her head and tore the purse with the other party, looking panicked and embarrassed.

It was getting late, and it was definitely too late to call the New York police.Hawkeye looked around, and finally stopped the motorcycle abruptly, the tires made a sharp screeching sound on the ground, and several punks turned their heads to look at him.

"Don't mind your own business!" The little gangster uttered this line that has never changed for thousands of years.Sometimes Hawkeye wondered if these robbers had pre-job training.Even the "service" statement should be professionally unified.

He rolled his eyes impatiently, walked over quickly, and knocked down the little bastard holding the wine bottle.The wine bottle that he had snatched hit the hand of another gangster with a knife, and kicked the third person to the ground.

Hawkeye didn't want to waste time with a few gangsters here, their comrades were robbed and their lives were unknown.Ouroboros is very powerful in combat. Although it cannot be compared with the angry Hulk or Thor, at least it is better than itself in unarmed combat.What's more, he still has that elusive and extremely lethal superpower... Well, the only flaw is that he can't use it frequently for a long time.

However, due to the combination of reorganization ability and instinct, the little snake will gradually heal automatically when it is injured, which makes him more beaten than most ordinary humans.Even if he was really seriously injured, he could escape with his ability... instead of being kidnapped.

Hawkeye couldn't tell how much trouble ouroboros had encountered to be as silent as it is now.

Under Hawkeye's sharp attack, the three gangsters all lay flat on the ground in a short while, whining in a low voice.The frightened woman leaned against the wall and seemed to be watching Hawkeye cautiously. After a while, she whispered, "Thank you, thank you. I didn't think of it...Thank you very much."

"Be careful in the future, don't go out alone at night." Hawkeye comforted patiently, "New York's security at night is not that good, especially in such a remote place."

No place is completely bright and clean, not even New York, where the Avengers are based.There is crime everywhere, in evil dark corners, in dark alleys where heroes cannot reach every single one.

Heroes can't be there for you all the time, and they can't save everyone in the world.Maybe they saved the world several times, but more often than not, they were late and missed.People must learn to protect themselves instead of looking to help.

The black-haired woman slowly lowered her hand that was covering her face. She was very attractive, not the kind of beauty with perfect facial features, but a different kind of charm.Sexy, independent, mature and charming, but never too frivolous.

Hawkeye looked at this face and was puzzled for a while, then he opened his eyes, opened his mouth and said, "Are you... um, Phil's girlfriend? The cellist?"

The woman was also stunned for a moment, then as if she suddenly understood, she walked towards Hawkeye a few steps, eagerly grabbed Hawkeye's sleeve and said, "You know Phil, you are... by the way, I know you , let it go on TV, you are an Avenger! They told me that Phil is... But it's not true, right?"

There were faint tears and anxiety in her eyes, and she raised her voice: "Just like his previous mission, he just had to feign death, right? This is impossible, they even have corpses..." She couldn't continue , she couldn't put the words "corpse" and "Phil" together.

Hawkeye's eyes drooped, and he couldn't answer the other party's question.Like he couldn't answer the question in his mind—did he kill Coulson?That's right, he killed Phil, and he was controlled by Loki to invade the mothership.

During those countless nights, Hawkeye woke up from his dream, and he had a strange feeling.It seems that Coulson lying dead on the ground in the dream just now is a nightmare, and as long as he waits patiently, he will be able to see the gentle agent again the next morning, with a kind and gentle smile, telling him that SHIELD is about to return. A task order.

"Candlelight dinners are so old-fashioned, you don't have any good ideas?" He remembers saying this to Coulson, who came to him for advice on Valentine's Day, thinking about how to spend the holiday with his cello girlfriend.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with being old-fashioned." Coulson had that sweet look on his face that's typical of someone who's in love.

"That's right, your idol is the Captain America of the last century." Hawkeye pulled the newly acquired bowstring, and after thinking for a moment, he turned to Coulson and said, "Phil, I know there is an old man in the dock warehouse next week." flea market, let’s go together?”

However, they failed to do it after all, because S.H.I.E.L.D. has endless urgent missions.Their lives are made up of these tasks. After completing one, they move on to the next... There is too little time left for family and love.

So little that Coulson already had a girlfriend before Hawkeye realized that he should keep Coulson; so little that Coulson died at Loki's hands before Hawkeye had time to watch Coulson get married.

No, Coulson died at his hands, because he was the one who led the way for Loki and also cracked the mothership's security system.The only thing he didn't understand was that there were so many heroes on the mothership, why Phil insisted on standing up.

But it was useless to say anything, he died there, he died in front of his eyes, his body was wrapped in a black body bag and transported away.I don't even have a minute to mourn, because the Chitauri army has arrived.

"Where do you live? I'll take you back, Coulson's matter... I'll talk about it later, I have urgent matters here." Hawkeye woke up from the memory, and he said after weighing it.However, he didn't see the short smile that the woman showed after hearing what he said.

If the previous woman was gentle, sincere and charming, then this smile is even more sexy, but it is full of danger.Like some kind of gorgeous and flexible vine flower, it stretches out seemingly harmless branches to passers-by.

Gen received an order from tm to contact Hawkeye, but before she could figure out a plan, tm sent the woman's profile picture.Before today, she never knew that there was such a cellist who looked exactly like herself.Well, she's sure she doesn't have a bloody twin sister, which looks really interesting.

Root restrained her true self, and followed Hawkeye meekly out of the alley. She listened to the next instruction from tm, and smiled softly and charmingly in a place where the other party could not see.

Xiao, baby, you have to wait for me... tm promised to find you for me, with the help of the Avengers.

The man in the suit... that is, Riise helped James into the car, and then drove to a safe house.After the Samaritans went online, Finch's funds were all frozen. They could no longer afford a new safe house, and the old reserves were still enough.But it is a consumable, use a little less.

"Come here." Reese helped James up, opened the door and walked in, placing the little snake on the soft sofa.

He looked around and made sure the environment was securely closed.Reese touched the dust on the kitchen counter, took a gray glass from the side, cleaned it and poured some drinking water—fortunately, the clean water tap was still working.

"Are you free to tell me now, who are you?" Ouroboros said weakly.But fortunately, after leaving that environment, his condition has not deteriorated, and there is a tendency to gradually reduce it.

Reese handed the glass to James, who was reclining on the sofa, and then sat down on the other side and said, "Do you really think this is important? My identity is more important than your situation?"

Ouroboros' hands were still trembling weakly. He raised his head to reveal the curve of his beautiful neck, drank half a glass of water in one breath, put the glass on the table, raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I think so."

"But it's useless, I still won't tell you." Reese replied rudely.

"Wait, I seem to have guessed who you are... the man in the suit. According to the urban legend in New York, it is said that you are always elusive, saving other people's lives like a prophet. Of course, some people call you the 'knee man' ', because the knees of all the people you sent to the hospital were injured." Ouroboros curled the corners of its mouth, and its eyes shone slightly.

"Urban legends are always exaggerated." Reese said vaguely, "The crux of the problem now is you. You must understand your situation. Someone will blow up an apartment and send a whole team of well-trained soldiers just to catch you .And, why don't the drugs that affect you work on other people?"

Ouroboros shook his head and said, "Why do you think they are targeting me? How long have you been following me?"

"It's a little shorter than you thought, Mr. Bolton, or would you like to tell us your real identity?" A calm and familiar voice sounded from the door, and the "Professor Whistler" walked in with inconvenient legs.

Finch took off his hat and hung it on the hanger behind the door. Riise walked over and took the overcoat he took off.The former thanked in a low voice, while the latter smiled indifferently, with a tenderness in his eyes that he didn't realize.

"Trust is two-way equality, information exchange?"

"We saved your life, Mr. Bolton." "Lyton, my name is Layton."

Finch paused, exchanged glances with Riise, and then said, "Harold Finch, this is John Riise. Mr. Layton, the first thing to do now is to find out the origin of that group of people."

"I know, but before these things, I want to know one thing first: why do you do such things?" Ouroboros felt that the strength in his body had returned, and he could stand up straight now.

In the urban legend of the New York man in the suit, there is also a saying that the man in the suit is like Batman from many years ago.They are the same unpredictable prophets, the same elusive, the same never kills, they are all (once) urban legends.

They all insist on guarding a city and protecting the people living here, so they do their best.

"It's like you want to save the people in that apartment even though you can't even move." Reese said in a low voice, "When an opportunity is in front of me, I can't give up."

He glanced sideways at Finch, his eyes focused and soft.Reese once lost all his beliefs and loved ones, wandering the streets of New York.It was his boss who gave him a chance: a chance to save others, and a chance to save himself.Perhaps one day they will die silently in this city, a job that would have ended in death.

But Riise will not regret agreeing to Finch, he still remembers that day under the bridge - he saw Finch in a windbreaker looking across the river, standing there, his eyes were very calm, but his voice was slightly trembling.Maybe it's the cold, maybe it's something else...

"It's not going to end well, Mr. Reaser, and I'm not going to lie to you about it. We're going to die over it, and no one will remember it, but I beg you, to think again, to join the Me." Finch said frankly.

I didn't join the cia because I wanted to be remembered... Reese wanted to answer like this, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He will never regret, he will not regret joining CIA, nor will he regret joining Finch.

"A chance?" Ouroboros weighed the two men's words, trying to understand them and determine whether they could be trusted.The negative effects of the drug receded a bit.Ouroboros realized that his powers had been unlocked again, and he gently squeezed the sleeves in his hands, and dissolved the cloth.Good, that puts him in a better position.

"Those people didn't come looking for me." James finally said with a sigh, "They came looking for Millsbury. The first explosion was directed at him, and the range of fire after that was also his room. I just happened to be caught It has spread."

"That explains some things, but it doesn't explain others," Finch said.

The little snake narrowed his eyes, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Information exchange, gentlemen, how did you find me?"

"These two questions are not equivalent, Mr. Layton, we can only say that we got the news in advance." Reese replied unhurriedly, he always spoke with that indifferent and casual attitude, but the expression The meaning is sharp.

"I was employed by a related party, and I was monitoring Mills Berrick. We have intelligence that Berrick may be involved in some dangerous things. It turns out that there are indeed articles in it." Ouroboros is now Like squeezing toothpaste, when someone asks for a little, he squeezes out a little without saying anything more.

Riser thought for a while in silence, and then asked: "Investigation Bureau, CIA, Security Bureau... or S.H.I.E.L.D.?" The last option surprised Ouroboros slightly. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. is relatively low-key. Not very much in front of the public.

However, considering that Riise and Finch both have the intelligence ability of the prophet, it is not surprising to know S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Neither." Well, after all, strictly speaking, he should be on the Avengers side.

"He didn't lie, Finch." Reese turned to Finch after making a quick judgment.

Having worked in the Intelligence Agency for so long, Riise, as a former agent, of course knew that Ouroboros was not lying, but he also knew that the other party was hiding something.This cannot be blamed on him, Riise understands that as a member of a special organization, keeping one's mouth shut is a basic skill.However, the current situation is not good, the Samaritans have changed, Xiao is dead, and Gen is nowhere to be found.He and Finch didn't waste time on one number.

Especially when the other party didn't cooperate, and this matter looked very time-consuming and complicated.

As soon as Finch and Riise's eyes met, the former immediately understood what the latter meant.Finch lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly to James with inconvenient legs, paused, and said, "Mr. Layton."

"I know your concerns, just as we have our own. But I want you to believe that we have no ill intentions. As you judge, yes, we have our own troubles to deal with. I would like to end by asking You give us some trust." Finch could only say this, if Ouroboros still doesn't cooperate, they can only give up temporarily.

After all, it is safe enough here, they have already saved the number, and the organization behind the other party may be able to solve the rest by themselves.And they can also free up their hands to deal with the changes of the Samaritans.

This is a two-way crisis of trust and a two-way trial game.If they are stalemate with each other, and no one is willing to give in first, then they really can only freeze here and benefit the enemy.

In many cases, trust also requires impulsiveness and courage.

And they must make a decision as soon as possible, because the crisis has come, and the haze is gradually covering the whole world.After planning for so long, all the poisonous snakes decided to go out at this moment, ready to tear apart human society completely.

At this moment, the Hydra lurking in the depths finally turned around and bit S.H.I.E.L.D.——

At this moment, the Samaritans finally began to attack tm's system——

At this moment, Jarvis is under an unknown attack, and the Avengers Building is closed and paralyzed——

At this moment, Fury is ambushed by Hydra on the road in the middle of the night-

At this moment, Hydra and Dexima's "New World Project" began——

The enemy has long been united, but the allies are still vigilant and suspicious of each other, scattered in different places.To unite and cooperate, or die with this world, they have no third choice.