[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

After calming down for a while, Barala then handed the pasted and copied content to Hawkeye.

She always felt that this narcissistic personality disorder seemed very familiar, but she couldn't remember it. When Hawkeye read it and looked dazed, a figure suddenly flashed in Barala's mind, who seemed to have forgotten something, His face was subtle.

But at this moment, as if there was a heart-to-heart connection, the lights in the spacious hall dimmed, and except for the dots of light on some people, everything people saw was blurred.The sudden turn off of the lights made the people who originally attended the dance feel tense, and they unconsciously thought of the rumored horror preview.After three seconds of silence, the people in the venue began to discuss in low voices.

Hawkeye quietly stretched his hand behind his back, moved his footsteps slightly, and cleverly covered Barala, who was wearing the Hulk's skin, behind him.A long-range shooter like him not only has to complete his own mission, but also takes on the responsibility of helping to eliminate the threats that his teammates encounter at any time.Unknowingly, he has developed a sense of responsibility and calmness that other superheroes don't have, and he seems to have gotten used to playing the role of taking the overall situation into account in battle

Even though the superhero was still eating cookies and telling jokes with the unreliable Barala just now, he seems to be a different person now, his eyes are scary bright in the dark night, and his sudden transformation The aura of killing and decisiveness shocked Barala for a moment.

In Chaoying, the role of Hawkeye is not as brilliant as the Big Three, or even unremarkable.

There is no iron man's steel armor, no god's immortality, and no legendary life of Captain America. He is the only person with flesh and blood who can be injured like ordinary people.

But he is still in the world of these monsters, using his own way to protect the team...

From Barala's perspective, she could only see Hawkeye's concise short hair on the back of her head, and it was the first time in her memory that she saw a superhero in a combat state.

Uh... the time you stomped the female killer on the ground doesn't count.

As if guessing something, she stretched out her green paw and patted Button on the shoulder to make him relax.

Hawkeye turned sideways but did not let his guard down.

"Don't you think this narcissistic personality disorder looks like a person?" Balala looked up at the sky at a 45° angle, her eyes were melancholy, and she looked like an older literary and artistic young woman.

Hawkeye glanced at it for a while: "..."

He still understood that Barala was not as unreliable as she seemed, so he patiently asked, "Who did you think of?"

Balala didn't speak, and pointed upwards along the arc of her own elevation.

Hawkeye thought the terrorist she was talking about, raised his head, and before he could make a move, a man with sparks gliding over the group of them, creating a cool breeze wherever he reached.

Then under the gaze of everyone, he soared from one end to the other, and then vacated a N-circle Thomas full spin, and finally went upstream with a perfect carp leaping over the dragon gate, and after reaching the top, he fell rapidly and landed steadily on the banquet. On the huge stage in the center.

The moment he landed, all the spotlights on the stage gathered in one place, highlighting a steel man with a bold shape and flamboyant colors.

After a second of silence, the audience reacted with a burst of enthusiastic cheers and persistent whistles.

The people on the stage waved their hands, and the lights slowly turned on.Everyone can also clearly see who the person who made such a splash just now is.

Arrogant √

Lack of empathy (TBD but likely √)

Desire for sustained attention to praise√

Fantasies of unlimited success, power, honor, beauty, or ideal love√

Excessively conceited, exaggerating about one's own talents, expecting special attention√

Barala patted Hawkeye, who was already sluggish, to cheer him up.

"Don't worry, if he blows things up, he will definitely not use such a low-end explosive package..."

Hawkeye: "..."

Hawkeye's biceps: "Is this man the legendary Iron Man?"

Hawkeye's triceps: "This opening is really... a feeling of being covered in shit."

Face covered in shit...

The eyes, nose, and mouth on Hawkeye's face were unhappy, and they scolded this disgusting organ together.

Eagle-eyed nose: "Whenever there is anything, the face is covered with shit or blood. We're going to mess with you! You're the only one who gets shit... the whole family gets shit all over their butts"

Eagle-eyed eyes: "Why don't you say you've been covered in shit, bah."

Hawkeye's mouth: "Yes! Slap you with fertilizer."

The organs stimulated by the feces on this face were speechless with excitement, and all the organs lay down their guns one after another, not to be outdone, they used feces to attack ginseng, and the scene was quite chaotic.

After a while, Hawkeye was completely covered in shit.

Ba Lala suddenly had a bad appetite: "..."

At this time, the only pure land on Hawkeye's body, JJ suddenly spoke: "I suddenly feel that I can't get along with that Iron Man."

No, you don't need to hit it off.

Really.

Barala, who has stood so many CPs, is almost going to be filled with [-]-word obscenities by this sentence.

At this time, she finally remembered that the reunion has not yet been completed. Hawkeye and Stark probably don't know each other, so she smiled at the straight-faced Hawkeye and said meaningfully: "You two will get along very well in the future." .”

Pure Hawkeye doesn't know why.

Ba Lala didn't want to listen to the official sale of Hawkeye's organs anymore, so she asked him to listen to her contact at any time, and then slowly left with her arms dangling.

Narcissistic personality disorder is not so hard to find.

Once his personality is determined, it will not be so difficult to screen slowly.

Barala glanced sideways, and Tony Stark, who had taken off his mask, was dancing with the bunny girl on the stage, laughing wantonly and cynically.

Silently move away the dog's eyes blinded by the tomato scrambled egg-like battle clothes.

She very much suspected that the reason why the criminals targeted him this time was simply because he couldn't understand Stark's... arrogance!

The crowd gradually returned to the previous atmosphere because of the shock and surprise just now.Barala shuttled through it, listening to cos Captain America's organ talking about those big busty jokes on the stage, cos Batman's organ discussing how to continue to search for the lifeblood of the poor, and cos Hammer's organ Let's sing together in high spirits...

what.

Ba Lala paused, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in her heart.

In her definition, whether it is a corpse or a living human being, their personalities will undoubtedly be revealed in the conversation of the organs. Even if the personalities of the organs and the person are too different, the central idea remains the same when they go around.

Whatever they think, the organ will discuss it sideways.

And the person who sang in the chorus just now...

The harmony of organs and tissues is terrifying.

The categories are organized in an orderly manner, as if an extremely smart person is carefully manipulating them, it's so perfect that it's outrageous.

Just like when Sherlock thinks at super high speed, his organs will often make some explanations that are more perfect than humans.

However, how many Sherlocks can there be in the world?

Realizing this, Barala turned around quickly, her eyes kept searching for the shorter "Thor" just now.

What he cosplays is a god.

God who really exists.

And the golden hair on the top of the head flashed past the crowd.

Barala struggled to squeeze through the crowd, her hands kept moving, she clicked quickly for a while, then put the phone back into her pocket, and continued to stare at that person.

The suspect of cos Thor seems to enjoy the atmosphere of singing and dancing here very much. He wears headphones to revel in his own world, and even twists his body slightly to dance the elegant ballroom dance, but the speed has not lost. Out of sight of Barala who was still squeezed in by the crowd.

Barala: ...

Looking at the perverted appearance of the low-profile version of Thor, I really have...spicy eyes

Struggling to squeeze out from the crowd, Barala somewhat regretted that she chose the Hulk cosplay that occupies a relatively large area. It was too late to regret anything. She quickly dragged her heavy suit and ran quickly along the place where her sight disappeared just now.

The abrupt running behavior of the bulky dwarf hulk naturally attracted the attention of sensitive people. Almost at the same time, a lot of people appeared in several places in the entire banquet hall, silently and low-key towards the hulk just now. Run where you move.

Jarvis, who has been monitoring the audience, naturally told Stark about this suspicious phenomenon.

"It's time to work." Tony shrugged, buttoned his mask, and jumped out from above.

Barala didn't know that her actions had alarmed so many people, and she didn't know that these guys regarded her as a suspicious person.

She ran from the banquet hall to the corridor, and finally found the figure of the man just now.

"Hey! Brother!" Barala greeted in a low voice, panting.

"Thor" danced and continued walking without knowing anything.

Barala: ...

Forgot he had headphones on.

Barala formed her hands into a trumpet shape, and roared hoarsely: "It's time to eat—"

"Thor" stopped when he heard the noise.

Barala felt a little nervous, and her hands were already wet with sweat.

Sensing movement behind him, the man took off his headphones and rolled his eyes, as if annoyed that the other party had interrupted the climax of the song.

He turned around, his eyelids were half drooping, his shoulders were completely slumped, he looked half dead, and his voice was full of impatience: "who."

The shoulder of "Thor": "Whoever it is, he must be dead soon."

The dead Barala took a deep breath and laughed loudly: "Brother, you don't know me anymore?"

"Hulk" rubbed his hands, his voice as obscene as possible.

"Thor": "..."

He rolled his eyes, turned around, and didn't bother to talk to him, since he was about to die anyway.

"StayinAlive, you like this song, don't you?"

Ba Lala opened her mouth quickly, delaying it for a while.

This is his organ chorus just now. I don't know if it has a special meaning, but this person must have heard this song.

And "Thunder"'s bored expression finally faded slowly, as if he finally found an interesting topic, and turned around again, his dark pupils were jumping with excitement.

His tone was different, but he asked again.

"Who are you."

This person's voice was raised, and it was still the British pronunciation that Barala didn't feel unfamiliar. With a trace of aggressive and terrifying aura exuded by him, it directly covered up the shortcoming of height, and the image of the big boss was instantly elevated.

Ba Lala's body was a little stiff from his fright, and she regretted that she came alone. She swallowed, her brain twitched, and she didn't answer the door.

"Your Dad."