Beautiful Man

The night is dark, and the empty streets are only the sound of car wrecks burning violently.

Clint held a bow and arrow, carefully aimed at every corner, and focused on listening to the sound in his ear.

The street lights along the way made a sizzling sound, and the dim lights flickered, and suddenly there was a strange atmosphere in the air.

"Tattoo..."

Footsteps sounded all around, coming from three different directions.

Clint was flustered, and a cold sweat appeared on his forehead. This feeling of fear had not appeared for many years.

On both sides of the road, three shadows came out of the dark alleys.

Clint knew the appearance of the main members of the clown organization, and immediately recognized them. These three were Franklin Clinton, David, and John Wick.

Clint felt a little sad when he saw John.

Since he appeared here, it means that the bartender should have been sacrificed.

Damn the clown organization!

Damn Jason!

Clint was full of anger at the thought of her rhetoric before leaving.

Before John came closer, he turned and shot an arrow at him.

The speed of the arrow is extremely fast, but John's shooting speed is not slow.

"boom!"

The gunfire sounded.

An armor-piercing projectile was shot from the muzzle, hitting the arrow precisely, and the arrow fell to the ground.

Clint was not upset, he put his finger on the button of the bow, sneered in his heart as he watched John Wick slowly walk to the place where the arrow was broken.

The arrow of the arrow contains fifty grams of high explosives, which is more powerful than the explosive power of a grenade, enough to blow this damn scum into pieces.

Clint counted inwardly.

three!

two!

One!

When the time came, he decisively pressed the detonation button.

After a second, the high-explosive arrow at John's foot did not explode.

Clint frowned and pressed the detonation button again, but the bomb still did not explode.

On the other side of the road, Franklin laughed and said: "Don't bother, that bomb will never explode."

Clint turned to look at him and asked, "You were the one who was in the car just now?"

Franklin smiled and nodded, and couldn't help showing off: "My superpower is'electrical control'. I can control any electrical appliance that can work normally, such as..."

Franklin pointed out, the communicator in Clint's butt pocket rang.

"Very good ability." Clint said with solemn eyes: "Since you dare to tell me your superpowers, you seem to have the confidence to take me down."

Franklin spread his hand and said: "Unless, you have the ability to escape surrounded by three superpowers."

After saying this, the three of them stopped at the same time and kept a distance of about 30 meters from Clint to prevent being shot by arrows.

Clint was holding a bow and arrow, but was surrounded by three enemies from three directions.

Even if he had participated in countless dangerous battles, he felt powerless.

It's troublesome, maybe I really have to explain it today.

The four stood in a stalemate for a moment, and Franklin suddenly suggested: "Three superpowers bullied an ordinary person, and spread the reputation of insulting the clown organization."

"I propose that the two of you guess the boxer, choose one person to challenge him, and if you win, you will end, and if you lose, you can play on the bench. How about?"

Hearing this, David nodded and said: "I agree. Only in this way is the game fun."

John also nodded and said: "I agree, but why are two people guessing, don't you play?"

Franklin said helplessly: "I want to, but I definitely can't beat him."

The dignified level 7 agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were actually played with by these three scum as pets, and Clint's heart was furious.

However, this is a good opportunity for him to escape.

These idiots will definitely regret their underestimation.

A few seconds later, David Guessed and won.

The other two retreated a few steps to eat melons and watch the show, leaving space for them to perform.

Clint turned his head and looked at the Asian man in front of him.

David, whose real name is unknown, and his parents are unknown, has been living on the streets since he was a child. He joined the gang as an adult and became Jason's subordinate.

A few years later, he left the United States and went to the Middle East to be a mercenary. He was a super sharpshooter.

The recorded kill records alone amounted to more than a thousand people.

Clint glanced at the two guns in David's hand, thinking about how to win the battle.

"Don't think about it, you can't win." David walked forward slowly, his words full of confidence.

Clint remembered suddenly, the nigger said just now that the three of them were superpowers.

I don't know what this David's super power is.

Clintra was full of bowstrings, and arrows shot toward David's face like shooting stars.

David is a sharpshooter with extremely strong dynamic vision.

He sneered disdainfully, turned his head slightly, and arrows whizzed past his ears.

Clint continued to shoot arrows, this time with one move and three in a row.

Three arrows aimed at three directions and shot quickly, Clint predicted his position, this time David couldn't avoid it no matter how much he dodges.

If you can't avoid it, then break it.

David quickly took out a pair of guns, fired three consecutive shots, and shot all three arrows flying.

He spread his hands and said sarcastically, "S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents at level 7 only have this strength?"

Clint frowned, feeling bad.

This David shot too fast, his marksmanship was even higher than that of John Wick.

How to do?

How to do?

Just when Clint died and broke the game, David had lost his patience to play games. He thought it would be a thrilling battle, but he did not expect it to be a crush without suspense.

"It's boring, stop playing. Finally, let you see my superpowers."

As soon as they finished speaking, John and Franklin immediately covered their ears.

David opened his mouth and sent out an ultrasound.

"Ah~~~Ah~~~"

A long scream struck, Clint's body instantly stiffened, and his head stopped thinking.

The voice is like the singing of the goddess of death, and everyone who hears it will have a painful pain.

After a few seconds, David slowly closed his mouth.

Clint fell to his knees with a plop, clutching his beating heart, and gasping for breath.

David shook his head and said, "The game is over, take him to the boss."

The two watching the play from behind also came over, preparing to take Clint away.

Suddenly, Clint drew an arrow and threw it on the ground.

Just when the three of them were puzzled, he pressed the detonation button on the bow.

"No! He wants to die together!"

The three were shocked, and hurriedly fell back to the ground.

boom!

After a muffled sound, thick white smoke emerged from the arrow, enveloping Clint's figure.

"Shit! Tear gas!"

The three of them covered their eyes and nose, and hurried to a place with good ventilation.

"David, what about the others?"

David hurriedly opened his mouth and activated his superpowers, using ultrasound to locate Clint's whereabouts.

A few seconds later, he sarcastically said: "He went where he should be."

………………

Clint ran into the alley under the cover of tear gas, pressed the panic button of the communicator, and appealed to the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. for help.

Then, he switched the arrow to the rope function and fired an arrow at the building not far away.

The tail of the arrow turned into a rope, and Clint grabbed the rope and climbed quickly.

When he tried his best to climb to the top of the building to wait quietly for rescue, a dark figure was standing on the edge of the roof. Jason had been waiting for a long time.

Clint became nervous, and asked with an arrow, "Who are you!"

When Jason slowly turned around, Clint's eyes widened, and he was about to collapse. A desperate sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body.

Fortunately, after many years of acting as an agent, he trained his will to be extremely powerful, and Clint quickly recovered his fighting spirit.

Even if he knew it was a dead end, he still had to make a foray.

Released his right hand, the arrow slammed, and shot towards Jason.

Jason calmly raised his hand and firmly grasped the arrow.

good chance!

Clint was overjoyed and immediately pressed the detonation button.

The arrow's 50 grams of high explosive is extremely powerful. According to the upper limit of Jason's instantaneous absorption capacity calculated by SHIELD, this arrow is enough to injure him.

boom!

The high explosive arrow burst, bursting out a ball of fire.

But as soon as the fireball formed, it quickly began to shrink, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Clint looked stunned.

How is this going?

It stands to reason that Jason can't absorb so much energy?

Could it be that S.H.I.E.L.D. technicians made a mistake in their calculations?

Jason threw away the arrow and walked slowly towards him.

Seeing Clint's dumbfounded look, Jason couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You S.H.I.E.L.D. people, do you only add, subtract, multiply and divide?"

Clint asked, "What do you mean?"

Jason said: "It means that numbers are dead and people are alive."

For this month and a half, Jason has been training his superpowers.

His idea is to synchronize energy absorption and energy release.

While the energy attached to the body surface resists damage, it absorbs external energy to supplement the energy consumed by the body surface.

In this way, Jason's combat effectiveness will be increased several times, and there is no need to worry about an ordinary explosive to kill him.

After more than a month of hard training, Jason finally mastered this skill perfectly.

Now if he wants to kill him in seconds, he must use the energy of more than 100 kilograms of TNT explosives to instantly destroy him, otherwise he is charging his body.

Clint blinked, and Jason, who was originally ten meters away, suddenly appeared in front of him.

Jason didn't do anything, but paused for a second, carefully observing his expression.

Clint's expression was puzzled at first, then his eyes slowly widened, and then a panic expression appeared.

This change of expression is very interesting.

As soon as Clint reacted, Jason caught his throat.

Jason held him up high and asked in confusion, "You are so weak and so stupid. Why did Nick Fury send you undercover?"

Clint's neck was stuck, his face flushed, and he couldn't say a word.

But Jason did not expect his answer.

He jumped off the roof, then used his abilities to go to the new stronghold of the Speeding Party.

A dark basement with various instruments of torture hung on the walls.

Billy sat in his chair, praying nervously.

Clint was an undercover agent, and he hurt him miserably.

He only hoped that Jason could spare his life for his specialties.

The basement door was pushed open, and Jason walked in with Clint.

"Billy, give you a chance to atone for your sins."

He threw Clint to the ground and said, "Use all your life's learning on him."

Billy was overjoyed and nodded quickly and said: "Don't worry, boss, I will make him better than dead!"