[Comprehensive British and American] Fantastic monsters are here

Tang Peiling found that Clint and Stark should get along very well. They both like to talk, and they can talk for an hour without stopping, even if no one responds.

Clint asked a lot of questions, mostly about the relationship between Tang Peiling and Stark. He was very curious about how a vixen with such a long age would be interested in someone like Stark.

Tang Peiling returned casually, but Clint didn't care about the other party's perfunctory at all. He was very excited. Probably only the demon extermination master knows what kind of world he will see. For an agent who likes to deal with monsters, he is not at all Don't worry about whether the place you are about to go can come out alive.

"Why don't you take a private jet?" Clint finally changed the subject.

"I don't have a private jet." Tang Peiling replied, she was staring at the phone screen, her fingers slid on it, as if she was writing very hard.

Clint asked: "Rich people have private jets, it's very convenient and private, you can consider buying one." He looked like an insurance salesman, "You are the only one in the cabin, you Don't worry about who will hear our conversation." Clint glanced behind him, they were sitting in the first class cabin, and behind them was the door leading to the business class cabin, with only a thin curtain in between.

"It's just me in the cabin, it's too boring." Tang Peiling said.

"I thought supernatural beings liked to be quiet and didn't want to be with humans," Clint said.

"If I didn't want to stay with humans, I wouldn't let you go to the North Pole with me. Not all monsters like to be quiet, but I like to be lively." Tang Peiling glanced at him and found that Clint was looking at her mobile phone screen ,"What are you looking at?"

Clint's eyesight can clearly see the things on the screen at such a distance without deliberate concentration. There is no special content on it, but he noticed that the name of the dialog box is "Tony". Message Tony back, their chat history is less than four lines long.

Clint looked away: "I guess you haven't used a mobile phone before? You type slowly like Mrs. Passy in a nursing home. Oh, you don't need to know who Mrs. Passy is. She is in her 90s and has a wrinkled face. Recently she His grandson gave him a smart phone, and Mrs Passy spends every day studying where the 'send' button is."

There was no sarcasm in his tone, he just stated an interesting fact, Clint was a volunteer in a nursing home after work: "Why don't you try to learn voice operation, this is Stark.phone, it must have been sent by Stark Yours. I guarantee it's the hardest mobile phone on the market, but it's undeniably fully functional."

"By the way," Clint added, "You should encrypt your screen, so it's safe from prying eyes."

Preventing peeping inevitably aroused Tang Peiling's interest, and she handed the phone to Clint: "Will you?"

"Are you serious?" Clint smirked. "You know what could happen if you gave me your phone?"

Tang Peiling looked at him, not quite understanding.

"Secretly tell you, in fact, most of the time I don't do the job of catching monsters. After all, there is an agreement between the demon master and the monster." Clint didn't say secretly, his voice was the same as before, "I'm An agent, do you know what an agent is, I am actually very proficient in all electronic products, especially using mobile phones to track signals, I am still a hacker, I guess you don’t know about hackers, right, it’s just..."

"Are you talking so much when you're doing other tasks?" Tang Peiling pulled the corner of her mouth into a forced smile.

"Yes." Clint said with some embarrassment, "Talking can effectively relieve stress."

Tang Peiling knew that the chattering handsome young man on the opposite side had no intention of showing favor to her. He was different from Stark. Stark only seemed to talk too much when facing people and things he was interested in.As for Clint, he chatted with the flight attendant who delivered the meal for more than ten minutes just now, and the other party almost gave him his phone number.

"I know what an agent is, and I know what a hacker is." Tang Peiling said gently, "I don't mind if you tamper with my phone. I usually don't use it. Of course, if I find out that you have installed some ulterior plug-ins , I'll find you myself." She smiled, sending Clint a sweet threat.

Clint pursed his lips, knowing that he had indeed talked too much, he took the phone and quickly clicked on the flipping program on the screen, and within 30 seconds, he returned the phone to Tang Peiling: "That's fine. He said, "No one can see your display except me, and I have set a power-on password for you, which can only be used by your own fingerprint." Clint hurriedly explained, "My eyes are the same as ordinary people's. Not the same, but I swear I'm not interested in your love story with Stark."

Clint took a sip of beer: "Well, I'm actually very interested. I know a lot of supernatural beings. They are different from you, so different. The little rabbit told me that supernatural beings like you Hundreds of years ago, human beings regarded them as gods, and you only look down on human beings by uniting with the same kind, because we are very small." His gray-blue eyes are full of desire for the correct answer.

This reminded Tang Peiling of Stark, who would sometimes show the same look in his eyes: "I am no different from them, all monsters have similar ideas, strength and survival, we always need one of these two things. "She said, "I changed from animal form to human form just to get closer to human beings, including human emotions."

"This is exactly what I'm curious about." Clint said, "Why do you have to approach humans like humans? Why, didn't you evolve into something else?"

"The answer to this question is too esoteric for you, boy." Tang Peiling said, "You just have to remember that monsters can only evolve into other forms if they first become human."

"I know you can change into various forms." Clint said, "So, what is your final form?"

"It's nothing." Tang Peiling said.

"You mean, completely transparent?" Clint said.

"It's nothing but transparency." Tang Peiling said, "It's an almost perfect state, it can be any shape, a mountain, a sea, a forest, when we reach that state, the whole world will be transformed It has nothing to do with us."

"Sounds a bit boring?" Clint imagined that if he turned into a mountain and let countless people step on his belly, he would be very angry, or turned into an ocean, and then be on guard 24 hours a day Someone pissed in his face.

"It's quite boring, so I don't plan to become like that." Tang Peiling said with a light tone, "This is the end of this topic. I have something more important to tell you."

Clint saw Tang Peiling's fingers move, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even the sound of the plane's engine was silent: "It seems that private jets don't mean much to you. You can privatize public transportation at any time."

"You have to keep in mind what I'm going to say next." Tang Peiling's tone became serious, and Clint also looked at her seriously, "I took you to my hometown not because I need your help. "

"I figured it out." Clint shrugged.

"Don't interrupt." Tang Peiling said, "there was a truce agreement between the monster and the demon master. I didn't want to break this agreement, but now there is something that needs your attention. This matter has something to do with the monster. So, I It will take you to the place where the contract was signed to terminate the agreement."

"What's the matter?" Clint, he turned his face, glanced at her calmly, and quickly turned back, "I don't want to do it for free."

"The monsters and humans cooperate to create biochemical weapons. The purpose is not clear. It may be to provoke a war between monsters and humans." Tang Peiling said lightly, "They may have succeeded. Do you know about the recent attack by wolf monsters? That's not a real wolf demon, but an ordinary wolf, which has been injected with some kind of potion containing evil spirit."

Clint didn't show excessive surprise: "I thought this was done by you or your people. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been investigating what you just said. It seems that this has nothing to do with you." He said slowly, "We started working half a year ago, but we didn't have a clue, and many colleagues disappeared. I mean, those colleagues like you, people with supernatural powers."

"It turns out that if you know, it will be much easier to communicate." Tang Peiling said, "There must be a very powerful monster behind this incident. It is very dangerous. You can't act alone, and you have to follow up on weapons."

"With all due respect, if you think it's dangerous, isn't our chance of winning almost zero?" Clint's tone sounded relaxed, but his attitude was very cautious, which meant that the incident Tang Peiling was talking about had always been Clint is in charge, "At least I'm sure that those ugly monsters are not real supernatural beings. Does this mean that I can kill them directly instead of verbal warnings?"

"After the truce agreement is lifted, you don't need to worry about it." Tang Peiling said, "I will give you two more things, which are the demon-eliminating tools left by your ancestors. Since you also use arrows, I think they are Very helpful to you."

Clint exclaimed excitedly, "Sounds cool."

"It's not cool at all." Tang Peiling said, "You have to find as many descendants of demon masters as possible. Your blood is the most lethal weapon against monsters."

"Wait a minute, are you going to expose your weakness in front of me?" Clint said with a smile.

Tang Peiling laughed coquettishly. When she was full of confidence, she would laugh like this: "If this is my weakness, I will crush you immediately." She paused for a moment, "Don't let the distrustful monster know You are an exorcist, monsters of this age are not willing to listen to me at all, once you come into contact with the agreement, you will not be safe."

Clint cleared his throat: "Let's talk about something pleasant."

The sound of the plane's engine came back again, and Tang Peiling lifted the sound insulation covering the first-class cabin.

"What are you going to do with Tony Stark?" Clint said, with a joking tone, "Did you buy Stark Industries to eat Stark himself?"

"I want to marry him." Tang Peiling said in an unusually flat tone, like saying "I want to eat steak" when ordering food to the waiter in a restaurant.

"What (Sorry)?" Clint was stunned.

"I want to give birth to him." Tang Peiling's tone was still very flat, "He will have a mixed-race baby."

In the next ten hours, Clint never chatted with Tang Peiling again, he completely shut up, not even the beautiful female flight attendant could open his mouth.

Clint may not be able to digest the information about "biochemical weapons" he just obtained from Tang Peiling in such a short period of time, but seeing Clint's weird expression, he may feel that, compared to "monsters and humans cooperate Get up and do bad things," Tang Peiling admitted frankly that the news of marrying Tony Stark might be much more explosive than the former.

The next afternoon, they finally arrived at the airport closest to the North Pole. Under normal circumstances, they would have to drive a whole day to really enter the range of the Arctic Glacier. However, Tang Peiling shortened the time to a few minutes. She almost made Clint freeze directly. Die on the ice.

Clint was already heavily dressed. He had goggles, gloves, and everything he needed to survive in the cold arctic.But when he stood in Tang Peiling's "no man's land", he felt that he could no longer feel the heat. Every breath of air Clint took was like an ice pick scraping against his fragile internal organs.

"Sorry, I was a little too anxious." Tang Peiling drew a character on Clint's palm, "How do you feel now?"

The sudden warmth enveloped him, and Clint finally regained consciousness: "God, it's so cold, you live here?" He glanced at the thermometer on the thermometer, which showed -148°F (-100°C ), showing that this is not the lowest degree since the limit of the electronic thermometer is only -148°F.

Glaciers and blue sky are the only scenery here, and even the sea surface has been frozen into hard ice rocks. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for living things to live in this kind of place.

Tang Peiling pointed to the iceberg not far away: "Across that mountain is my home."

"Global warming obviously has no effect on this place, I guess?" Clint's vest began to sweat, and he had to take off the mask, leaving only the goggles to avoid being stabbed in the eyes by the snow, "What did you do to me , I now feel like I'm sitting next to a stove."

"You'd better take off your coat and wear less." Tang Peiling said, "After a while, you'll be so hot that you can dive into the water and swim."

Clint didn't need any of the gear he brought with him, and he had to leave the extras where no one would steal them anyway.

"Where are we going to find Captain America?" Clint asked.

Tang Peiling was dressed in a white veil, and she tapped her toes lightly on the smooth ice, as if she was gliding: "The person you are looking for is in the back garden of my house, do you believe it?"

"I believe." Clint replied very simply. "I dressed as a Hawaiian vacation in the Arctic at -148 degrees Fahrenheit. What can't be believed. I guess you will treat me to a glass of fresh coconut water?"

As soon as Clint finished speaking, he was already standing in front of the mountain. Before he could react, the ice surface began to shake violently, and a bright blue channel opened in the middle of the iceberg.

"Is there anything I need to pay attention to?" Clint asked cautiously.

"No, this place is very free."

Clint quickly saw what Tang Peiling said about them.

They are a group of beasts that look like humans but not humans. They walk upright. The upper body is human chest and abdomen with very strong muscles, and the lower body is animal hair. It is silvery white and not delicate, a bit like translucent needles.

Their heads still maintain the shape of wolves or foxes, and their appearance is extremely fierce.

The group of beasts gradually gathered towards Tang Peiling and Clint. They held transparent spears in their hands, and the agents subconsciously made defensive movements.

"Don't be nervous." Tang Peiling said, "Just follow me. They are the guards here and will not attack the people I brought."

The beasts stood exactly one foot away from Tang Peiling, the leader raised his arms, and all the beasts knelt down

"Your Majesty Peiling." The leader spoke in a monster language that Clint couldn't understand, "You're back."

Tang Peiling glanced at Clint and said to him, "Don't bother us."

Without unnecessary greetings and greetings, Tang Peiling didn't even need to explain to the guards how human beings appeared here, and walked straight to a deeper place.

Tang Peiling suddenly stood on a dark blue ice surface. The sea water was so clear that she could see tens of feet deep at a glance. She pointed to her feet, "70 years ago, an aircraft with flames broke through our barrier and smashed into it. Into this deep sea, there is a man with golden hair like you sitting on it, and he is down there, with that flying machine."

Clint squatted down and tapped on the hard ice, but his extraordinary eyesight did not allow him to see what Tang Peiling was saying.

"Okay," he said, "how are we going to get him up?"

Tang Peiling said unhurriedly: "I can bring him up, but before that, I want to ask you, is Captain America under the control of the US government?"

"Yes." Clint said, "otherwise why would he be called 'Captain America' instead of 'Captain Australia'?"

"That's right, when the aircraft fell down, my father happened to be here with his new girlfriend to watch the scenery." Tang Peiling said, "As a result, he smashed the ice sea into a very ugly deep hole. Of course, later my father Filled the hole, but he was very angry at the time, it was my father's favorite ice formation."

Clint had a bad feeling.

"Once Captain America wakes up, he may need to compensate us for the loss." Tang Peiling looked like a scheming profiteer, "I guess he can't afford it, so we can only ask the government for it."

The author has something to say: I thought I could write about the captain, but in this chapter I have to explain some very important information in preparation for the reunion later. . .

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