Avengers polar silver wolf

"Okay - wait a minute, don't let go yet."

A simple and elegant European-style small villa is backed by woods and in front of it is a large expanse of green grass. In the distance are endless dark peaks. The sky is so blue that it can drip water, and two faint wisps of residual clouds are like blue velvet cotton.

The two threads of cotton wool were drilled out, and the sunlight was also blocked by them, leaving two faint shadows on the green grass. The strong sunlight almost ignored the obstruction of the clouds, making the shadows on the ground fade to the extreme. And the shadows in the shadows

The grass is still green, no different from the surrounding green, and it will not attract the attention of any creature at all. It is like a big beast, crawling under the grass blades, showing its claws at any time, opening its bloody mouth to give its prey a fatal blow.

hit.

There are several tall and straight oak trees in front of the quaint villa, and one of the straightest and smoothest tree trunks has a nail wedged into it. Hanging on the nail is an archery target that is already as full of pits as the surface of the moon. And in

About 20 meters in front of the target was a sturdy middle-aged man teaching archery to a young girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old.

This man's name is Clint Francis Barton, who is also an important member of the Avengers - Hawkeye. After Ultron's rebellion ended, he bid farewell to his superhero career and went home to start a happy life with his family.

This girl is his eldest daughter Leila Barton.

Laila's arrow was still a little confused on the string, and she quietly waited for her father's order to release the arrow.

"Have you spotted your target?" Clint, the father, moved his face next to hers, keeping his eyes level with his daughter's.

The daughter drew the bow wider again, and then nodded tentatively.

"Okay," Clint straightened up, "think about how to hit the target."

"Move your feet out a little, and point your toes this way." Clint gently touched his daughter's feet with his own feet, and gently straightened his daughter's waist and shoulders with his hands. "Step over and turn this way, okay?"

"Can you see?" Clint regained his daughter's eye level, staring at the target in front of him, but his other hand casually lifted one side of his daughter's hair.

"Yes." Laila stared at the bull's-eye. The hand holding the string was already sore, but she still held on stubbornly.

"Are you sure?" Clint smiled and put down the hair he had just lifted, "What now? Can you still see it?"

"I can't see anymore." My daughter Laila smiled. It turned out that she was too focused on pulling the strings and focused on the target, and she didn't feel that half of her sight was actually blocked.

"What now?" Clint smiled kindly and lifted his daughter's hair again, continuing to amuse his originally nervous daughter, hoping to make her relax. Seeing his daughter's original stiff expression gradually reveal a relaxed smile, he

Then he put away his smile and continued seriously, "Okay, are you ready? Three fingers."

At this time, the middle-aged woman who was having a barbecue on the emerald green lawn in the distance - Clint Barton's wife - Laura Barton looked up and saw her daughter's decent movements and praised: "Beautiful."

Next to them, the second son and the youngest son of two people were playing baseball. The second son was also teaching his younger brother how to pitch like his father.

"Good shot, kid," the second son encouraged seriously like a little coach, then threw the ball back to his younger brother and reminded, "The ball is coming."

The mother smiled after watching the happy play of the two children, then returned to the father and daughter in the distance and shouted to them: "Hey, do you want mayonnaise or mustard? Or both?"

After hearing this, the daughter looked at her father with a look of complaint and confusion. At the same time, she put down the arrow in her hand and asked sarcastically: "Who puts mayonnaise on hot dogs?"

Clint responded with a smile: "Maybe your two brothers will," then turned to his wife in the distance and yelled, "Two mustards, thank you, baby."

"Okay," Laura said and turned to the two sons who were playing happily, "Nate, mayonnaise or mustard?"

I saw the younger son put his fingers to his mouth, stared at the ball in his brother's hand, and asked without looking back: "Can ketchup be okay?"

After hearing this, my mother muttered to herself while grilling hot dogs on the shelf: "Ketchup? I have ketchup too."

The daughter Laila here raised her bow again and nocked the arrow, but this time she became much more relaxed and her movements were more calm.

"Watch your elbows." Clint nodded happily.

I saw my daughter Laila adjusting her posture slightly, no longer hesitating before, and decisively took action.

The arrow shot straight to the bullseye like a beam of light and stuck firmly on the target.

After seeing this, Clint smiled with pride, relief and a small sense of accomplishment. He high-fived his daughter who was so happy that she flew into the air and said, "Good shot, Hawkeye," and then patted her gently.

He touched his daughter's back and said, "Go get the arrow."

Seeing his daughter turn her back, Agent Patton, the veteran Avenger, was as happy as if he had saved the earth again, and even couldn't help laughing.

At this time, my wife Laura from a distance shouted to this side: "Hey, you two, stop practicing, the soup is ready."

Clint responded with a smile: "Okay, here we are, starving to death," and then turned to his daughter who was pulling arrows in front of the archery target, "Laila, let's go."

But surprisingly, there was no one in front of the target. Only the arrow was pulled out and lying alone on the ground. Clint thought his daughter was hiding behind and joking with him, so he smiled and picked up the arrow.

An arrow called out: "Laila? Sweetheart?"

But the only sound that answered him was the rustle of the leaves in the wind.

He had a premonition that something was wrong and hurriedly came behind the tree.

As expected,

There is nothing behind the tree.

"Hey, baby? Baby?!" Clint instantly felt his blood rising and looked anxiously at his wife who was having a barbecue just now and his two sons who were playing around.

But obviously, there was only a solitary barbecue grill left on the green grass. The hot dogs on the grill already gave off a faint burnt smell. The lid of the soup pot next to it was already flying up and down, and the boiling soup was almost

The fire below was to be put out. But apart from that, there was no living thing.

Clint felt as if he was the only one left in the world.

"Baby?! Kids?! Laura!!!" he shouted anxiously while trotting.

What responded to him was just the sound of the wind, so sad and chilling.

"Laura!" Clint Barton shouted and woke up.

A group of pigeons outside were also frightened and flew high into the sky.

Clint could hardly open his eyes under the dazzling sunlight. This small space was the only dry place around. He blinked hard and quickly adapted to the current intensity of light. He picked up the paper beside him.

A quiver that had been soaked in the rain for an unknown amount of time.

The arrows inside should be one of the simplest arrows Clint has ever used in his career. It is estimated that even the ragged native Indians discovered by Columbus would laugh at this handmade arrow of varying lengths and uneven thickness.

The product is completely pieced together from branches of different species. Looking at the simple bow next to him, it is just a somewhat elastic willow branch with a cotton thread tied to it.

Who would have thought that this is the most important equipment of the famous Avenger - Hawkeye - Clint Francis Barton. You must know that in the Avengers, the folding bow he uses is made of 250 pounds of special nanomaterials.

You must know that the bows used by normal professional archers only weigh about 75 pounds; not to mention the arrows. The arrow shafts are made of high-strength titanium alloy, which are light and very tough at the same time. The arrows are rotating multi-purpose arrows.

When dealing with different situations, you can choose to quickly install the arrow shaft with electric shock effects, small-scale explosions, folding grappling hooks, or even computer virus interfaces.

But now...

Clint clutched the water in his quiver and walked out of this extremely narrow semicircular dome and came outside.

The stagnant water everywhere told the story of the recent rain. Most of the pedestrians on the road had already put on their boots and were struggling to move forward through the water. The bright red color of the dome just now was washed more vividly by the rain, and the non-powered hood on it was still working tirelessly.

It rotated in circles, making a creaking sound. Clint looked downstairs at a little girl who was scolded by her mother for happily playing in the puddle and sighed, and clenched the quiver tighter in his hand.

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In the psychiatric ward of Bencheng People's Hospital, Mu Kun was already unconscious and tied to the bed under the influence of sedatives.

"This child is also a victim." Gao Lili, the little good mother, looked at Mu Kun, who was bruised and swollen from the fight, with a trace of sympathy in her eyes.

"He deserves it. He's just going to have a good life. I'm really convinced. It's not a good idea to do anything." He said, covering the wound on his face that had been bandaged.

"Have you contacted his parents?" Hong Bin saw Xiaoliang's father who had just walked in from the door.

"You two go to school quickly. Have you eaten enough? There are parents and uncles here." Li Dahai did not answer Hong Bin's question, but said with a strong smile to Xiao Liang.

"Oh," Xiaoliang saw the unoptimistic light flashing in his father's eyes, but he also knew that he couldn't help much at this time, "Okay, then my sister and I will leave first."

After saying this, Xiaoliang took Sister Xiaoying, who was still sobbing, out.

"It's our fault for bringing you into this, and I hope you can forgive me." Zheng Shangqi solemnly bowed to Xiaoliang's father and his group in the ward.

"It's not your fault, kid. We just want to know what happened? Why do we feel that this series is related to our Xiaoliang." One of Li Dahai's arms has been bandaged, but he still uses his other hand.

He supported Zheng Shangqi.

"Yeah, who are these people? I think you might know something, kid." You Jun, who was sitting on another empty bed, was still wiping his still wet hair with a handkerchief.

"Be polite, Xiaojun, aren't you apologizing to us?" Wen Wenxu, who was on the side, urged him while leaning on his crutches and raising his feet that were wrapped like rice dumplings with bandages.

"I just..."

"Okay, if Shang Qi doesn't want to say it, he might have his own reasons. Let's not force him like this anymore." Li Dahai said with a smile.

"I will find a suitable time to explain all this to everyone, but I'm sorry now. Forgive me for not being able to tell the truth yet." Zheng Shangqi said in embarrassment.

"Where's Thor? That big guy, he came from the sky... and that..." Xia Jun suddenly remembered that god-like man.

"Lightning, lightning, yes, that lightning really scared me, you know? I feel like I can see stars now." You Jun also suddenly came and said excitedly.

"I see that he is in a bad mood. I haven't seen him since he came to the hospital."

"Although we won, it felt so good to see the lively and dancing people turned to ashes in an instant." Gao Lili's eyes were filled with tears.

"Speaking of which, is he really the one who can summon wind, rain, and lightning?" Xia Jun laughed and quickly covered the wound on his face.

"Are you talking about a myth? Maybe it's what they young people call justice from heaven. It seems that those few people have done too many bad things and God can't even see them. Oops..." You Jungang wanted to laugh but suddenly

Subconsciously I touched my belly.

"This can be considered justice from heaven." Hong Bin said with a smile, making everyone laugh.

But Li Dahai's expression became more and more solemn. After all, he is his son. It is still unknown what bigger troubles he will have in the future. It is human nature to always be afraid of unknown things, and everyone is no exception.

Li Xiaoliang and Fu Ying walked side by side towards the school, passing by the building that had just experienced the bloody storm. The water on the ground had been drained by the sewers, and the rest of the place was covered in water before the dark clouds completely dispersed.

It has been cleaned up by people from the 749th Bureau. I am afraid that the three cars at the door have been re-forged into steel plates and will soon be displayed in the window with signs that many people are afraid of.

Only the rose flower pond, which was so messy that it was impossible to be just wind and rain, could prove that all those nightmare scenes had happened.

"Okay, Xiaoliang, don't think about it anymore. Go to class quickly." Seeing Xiaoliang standing there for a long time, Fu Ying tried her best to turn her head away from the memories and urged loudly.

And behind the flower bed is...

A foreign man with a target-like mark on his bare forehead was smiling sinisterly at him.

That smile,

Even under the dazzling sunlight, Xiaoliang's body was chilled to the bone.

"What's wrong?" Sister Xiaoying still couldn't bear her temper and turned around to ask.

"That man..." Xiaoliang pointed to the flower bed.

"What man? Why didn't I see it?" Sister Xiaoying looked around the flower bed strangely.

"Disappeared..." Xiaoliang was so shocked that he almost fell into Sister Xiaoying's arms.

"Don't scare yourself," Fu Ying forced a smile, "If you feel uncomfortable, I will help you ask the teacher for leave. You can go back and rest."

"No, no, no, it doesn't matter." Xiaoliang told himself that it was an illusion, it was an illusion, and then looked forward...

that person,

Just standing at the intersection not far away!

"You...what are you going to do?" Fu Ying noticed that Xiao Liang beside her trembled and was about to step back.

"I..." I don't know why Xiaoliang was too nervous to speak at this time.

That man had a frightening aura, and Xiaoliang felt that it was at that moment that he truly felt what it meant to be filled with yin energy.

"It's okay, come and follow me. Daniel has been trapped. Follow me. I will protect you on this journey." Just when Xiaoliang was completely at a loss, a big hand gently patted his back from behind.

, and then a short man with a peaked cap pulled down very low appeared next to him.

I don't know why, but Xiaoliang, whose instinctive reaction should be fear if he suddenly touches something under extreme fear, feels like he has a backer, and feels like he suddenly has some confidence in his heart.

"He... who is he?" Fu Ying on the side became even more frightened when she saw him.

"He is..." Xiaoliang suddenly realized that it was in English again.

"Let's go, don't be nervous." Xiaoliang raised his head, and under the shadow were a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle.

"Let's go." Seeing the strange look in Sister Xiaoying's eyes, Xiaoliang didn't know who was next to him at all, and it was hard to tell whether the man in front of him was up to no good, but he seemed to have put aside his worries and walked much more relaxedly.

Seeing Xiao Liang's behavior, Fu Ying didn't ask any more questions. She just glanced at the low brim of the hat next to Xiao Liang from time to time while walking.

He seemed to be more like a villain. Xiaoying looked suspicious. And she suddenly realized that the world she lived in seemed to have suddenly become dangerous.

At this moment, a metal collision sounded at her feet, interrupting her thoughts.

She looked down and saw a metal playing card box. She had played playing cards a lot, but this was the first time she had seen such beautifully crafted playing card packaging.

"Sister, don't pick it up..." Xiaoliang said to her in a low voice.

Since it was so close to her, Fu Ying was used to picking it up and returning it to the owner, not to mention such an exquisite poker box. But when she picked it up and looked up at the owner, she also felt the same fear that Xiao Liang had just felt.

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It was that man, with a bare forehead, and the concentric circles like a target were imprinted on it like an innate wrinkle. This looked very much like the mark left by the steel seal on the membership card. If it hadn't been born with it,

The pain of printing such deep wrinkles may be as painful as putting the stamp directly on the skin.

The man didn't speak, with a faint smile on his lips. But his eyes were like arrows, and Fu Ying quickly turned around, but there was still a burning feeling on her face.

When the group of three people walked out of a place that Fu Ying thought no matter how sensitive her ears were, she couldn't help but say, "Why are there so many strange people around us for no reason?"

"You mean Mr. Danny Rand? How is he? We haven't been separated for long, how could..."

"The defenders are in trouble." The man raised his hand, and in his palm was a bloody Ace of Spades. The blood stain on it was a name——

"Dahomas Rand-K'ai" (Danny Thomas Rand-K'ai)

(To be continued)