Beautiful Man

New York, Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen.

At the Speeding Party headquarters, Clint was lying on the bed in the single dormitory, tossing about and couldn't sleep.

In the afternoon, he passed the information to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters through a bartender. He didn't know if Nick Fury had a plan to kill Jason.

It was so boring to stay with a bunch of idiots every day. He was tired of undercover life and couldn't wait to get back to SHIELD.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Clint was dull for a few seconds, pretending to have just woke up, and asked, "Who is it?"

"it's me."

Billy's voice rang outside the door.

Clint breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

Billy's voice came from outside the door, "Today I slept all afternoon and I can't sleep at all at night. Let's go out and find another nightclub for a drink."

"please wait a moment."

Clint didn't doubt, put on his clothes quickly and opened the door.

But the moment he opened the door, he found that Billy looked at him with a trace of fear and alert.

Billy turned his head, not daring to look at Clint, and walked straight out: "Let's go, the car is outside."

Clint frowned, did not choose to follow him, but looked at his back and said: "You get in the car first, how can you go to the nightclub without clothes that pull the wind? I will change clothes first."

"Okay, then you move faster, I'll wait for you in the car."

Klin nodded, turned back to the dormitory, and locked the door behind him.

Billy's abnormality made him realize that he has been exposed, and the only way now is to rush to the bar and then go to the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. for help.

Clint lifted the quilt, pulled the sheets out, tied them to the legs of the table and tied them tightly, then crawled out of the window, gripped the sheets and slipped to the ground from the third floor.

The moment he landed, he took out his pistol to check the surroundings.

After confirming that there was no ambush, Clint quickly hid in the darkness and ran towards the bar.

Billy came downstairs, took out the walkie-talkie and said, "Clint noticed my anomaly. He should have escaped. Let's see you now."

On the roof of the building not far away, David was standing on the edge of the rooftop, enjoying the night view of New York.

He took out the walkie-talkie and said confidently: "Don't worry, he can't escape."

After speaking, David opened his mouth and let out a soft roar.

An invisible ultrasonic wave emitted from his mouth and quickly spread to the surroundings.

After a few seconds, all objects within a few hundred meters of the circle appeared in David's mind.

David closed his mouth and smiled: "I found you."

………………

Ten minutes later, Clint ran to the bar and knocked on the door.

The bartender has changed his look and put on S.H.I.E.L.D. clothes.

Seeing Clint, she was a little surprised and asked: "Why are you here?"

Clint stepped into the bar, then closed the door and said: "My identity has been exposed. The chase of the clown organization will soon come, I need to rush to the New York branch as soon as possible to seek their support."

The bartender nodded, and while going to get the car keys, he said: "I just received a contact from Agent Colson, and he said that SHIELD's plan to assassinate Jason had failed again."

"Failed again!" Clint couldn't believe it. S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau was in the hands of one person and failed one after another.

Isn't it a waste of my own suffering for the past half month?

"Not only that, this matter is quite a big deal, and Director Fury is likely to be held accountable by the World Security Council. Therefore, the Director hopes that you will rush back to SHIELD and give them the information you have collected, hoping to rely on it. This intelligence pulled back one round."

"Okay, then I'll leave now." Reaching out to take the key, Clint was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" The bartender took out another black handbag and threw it on the ground. "You forgot your equipment."

Clint is proficient in fighting and firearms, but he is best at bows and arrows. He has won the gold medal in the Olympic archery competition.

Based on his expertise, S.H.I.E.L.D. has made great efforts to tailor a weapon for him.

Multifunctional, deformable high-strength bow.

Modular, can replace the arrow of the arrow.

Clint, armed with a gun and a knife, is also very powerful, but he is at the level of the ace special forces.

But if he changed into a set of bows and arrows, he immediately upgraded from a special soldier to a superhero-'Eagle Eye'.

After a minute, Clint finished wearing.

He held the bow in one hand and carried the quiver behind him, looking a bit like a superhero.

"Boom boom boom!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door again.

The two looked at each other, the bartender raised his pistol and quietly walked to the door and looked out.

The man outside the door had a long and thin face with medium-long hair and black hair, a beard, and a black suit.

The bartender's face changed, and he walked over quickly and said, "John Wick."

When it wasn't Jason, Clint immediately showed a disdainful expression.

He drew an arrow and said: "I will kill him!"

"No!" The bartender stopped him and said, "John Wick was a famous killer in New York before he went to jail. Fighting with him over time will only attract more people. Your first task now is Hurry back to S.H.I.E.L.D., you leave me through the back door to block her."

Clint frowned, a little distrustful of her strength.

The adjustable sommelier smiled indifferently: "Every agent who joins S.H.I.E.L.D. is ready to sacrifice at any time. Go away, Director Fury needs you."

After hearing her words, Clint stood in awe, and said seriously: "Then you are careful!"

After speaking, he walked quickly out of the back door and got into a Ford sedan.

After Clint left, the knock on the door sounded again, and the bartender followed the sound and shot the door decisively.

"Boom boom!"

Three bullet holes appeared in the glass door instantly, and glass shards fell to the ground.

John Wick is a legendary killer, and the bartender dare not care, still staring at the door with a gun.

A few seconds later, a unique hoarse voice came: "Madam, I'm here to find someone, and I have no malice against you."

As soon as the voice fell, the bartender shot again at the source of the sound.

"Boom boom!"

But at this moment, a bullet shot out of the window, accurately hitting the bartender's pistol, and the holster was instantly punched with a bullet hole.

Armour-piercing bullets!

The bartender looked serious, threw away his pistol and drew a short knife from his waist.

"Squeak~"

The glass door was pushed open, and John Wick walked in with a gun in his hand and said again in his calm voice: "I don't want to kill women, put down the knife!"

The bartender said angrily: "Dreaming!"

After speaking, she raised her short knife and charged up.

"Hey!"

John sighed, put away his pistol, and greeted him with his bare hands.

He arched his waist, lowered his center of gravity, dodged the blade, and then quickly shot, holding the bartender's knife-holding wrist.

"Bah Bah Bah!"

A puff of white smoke rose from the wrist.

The bartender only felt cold and biting, and in the next instant, she lost consciousness in her wrist.

John took the opportunity to grab the knife and retreated a few steps.

The bartender lowered his head and saw that a thin layer of ice appeared on his wrist, and the deep muscles of his skin were frozen, and he couldn't use any strength.

The bartender asked in surprise: "Are you also a superpower?"

John threw away the short knife and nodded: "Frozen! This is my superpower."

The face of the bartender is very ugly.

She couldn't imagine that this kind of fictional ability, which only exists in movies and novels, actually blowout in the clown organization.

Could it be said that the clown organization has mastered the method that allows people to quickly acquire superpowers.

If this is true, then S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau and the future of this world really don't see a glimmer of hope.

"What is the goal of the clown organization? You always kill innocent people, are you just for pleasure?"

While questioning, the bartender quickly passed the information to S.H.I.E.L.D. with the other hand hidden behind him.

Her little movements were quickly discovered by John, and he said loudly, "Madam, let go of your hand!"

The bartender's expression changed, and he immediately turned and fled.

She knew that she was bound to die, but she hoped to pass on this important information before she died, so that her death would get a little value.

But as soon as she turned around, John followed and put his palm on her back.

In an instant, an extreme chill came from his back, and the skin all over his body was tingled immediately.

Her legs became slower and slower, and her fingers for fast editing of text messages became stiffer.

After a few seconds, she was finally nailed in place, unable to move at all.

A thin layer of ice appeared on her body, like an ice sculpture of ultra-modern art.

"Hey!"

John sighed, pulled the communicator from her hand and threw it to the ground to crush it.

………………

Clint drove out of the alley behind the bar.

But when he just appeared on the road, the car suddenly lost control.

The steering wheel slammed to the left uncontrollably, and Clint tried his best and couldn't break it back. At the same time, the car's accelerator was sunk to its lowest level, as if an invisible foot was stepping on him.

"Squeaky!!!"

The tires rubbed fiercely against the ground, making a harsh sound.

The car began to spin around frantically with the front of the car as its origin, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Clint was almost thrown out, he quickly pulled on the armrest to keep it steady, and slammed on the brake.

"Shit! The brakes have failed!"

Clinton reached out and pulled out the car key, but the car's engine was still running at high speed.

"Damn it!" He had a vague premonition in his heart.

Holding back the intense dizziness, Clint smashed the car glass with his hands, then turned over and jumped out of the car.

The moment he landed, the car stopped spinning, backed up a few meters, and then accelerated towards him.

Clint jumped to the other side with a stride, and almost avoided the car crash.

But the car seemed to have locked him, and it failed once, so it adjusted its direction again and rushed towards him.

This time, Clint did not evade, but drew an arrow, the bowstring was stretched full, and it steadily hit the car's engine.

Clint looked at the speeding car, gently pressed the detonation button on the bow, and the high explosive on the arrow head instantly detonated.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the merciless flame swallowed all the carriages. The car was directly blown up to a height of several meters and then hit the ground heavily.

The car was blown up and could no longer move.

Clint drew his arrow, drew the bowstring, and looked around vigilantly.

The car will not lose control for no reason, let alone hit him actively.

There is only one explanation for all this.The clown organization is here!