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"One! Then I'll let them go together. It just so happens that we can have some company."

"Sister...brother-in-law, please let my brother-in-law go...I'm sorry, Ben, I...I'm sorry for you——."

(To be continued)

"Okay," Bullseye Leslie said with a disappointed look, "let that...that Johnny's brother-in-law go, right?"

"Ben—" Reed Richards yelled.

"It's okay, I won't live long anyway, and the future of the Fantastic Four will depend on you." The rectangular slot where Ben Graeme should be holding the mold has been slowly filled with molten iron. His body has also followed.

He was slowly cast into shape by the solidified molten iron and could not move at all. Only his eyes as bright as water drops and his mouth that was still breathing heavily above the surface of the molten iron proved that he was still alive.

"What do you want? What do you want to do to him?" Johnny ran to the rectangular tank and looked at Graeme's head, which was the only one left in the molten iron. He looked at him peacefully. The furnace above his head had tilted almost to 180 degrees.

Spend.

"That's it. If I had known, I would have added more. It actually allowed him to breathe again, but do you think you can save him just like this? I asked you to choose someone. You didn't choose him originally. What do you think?

Will he be grateful to you if he survives? Johnny Stone." Leslie walked up to him and looked at the molten iron that slowly began to solidify.

"Then I have to work hard to save him. I can never watch my friend die like this." After Johnny said this, he tried to dive into the molten iron.

"No, you can't go down anymore," Reed Richards dragged his slender limbs like rubber bands to move over with difficulty with his arms. "If you go down, you will be trapped inside as the molten iron solidifies. Now only

You can live a complete life by yourself, I can't let you take risks anymore. Now you have to keep this molten iron in a liquid state, and I'll pull Ben up."

"You're crazy. This molten iron has to be over 3,000 degrees Celsius. Even if your skin can withstand the heat, it won't last long before it melts. Brother-in-law, I finally rescued you. It can't be done!" Johnny said, gathering energy all over his body.

The raging fire was rekindled and he was about to rush upward.

"You must not go down. Your sister and I have guaranteed your safety. This is your sister's only request Johnny. He is already hopeless, so don't bother anymore." Jay said before Leslie could react.

Sika endured the high temperature and jumped to Johnny's side.

"With my sister? Humph, you have done all the bad things under Kingpin, have you promised their families? Don't worry, when I rescue Ben, you two will die soon." Johnny growled viciously.

"Haha, it doesn't feel good to have a hot face against a cold butt. Look at the person you want to protect. He won't accept your mercy at all, and wants to die. Come on, I will help you!!" Leslie said

After finishing, he casually moved his fingers to give a hint to his men hiding in the dark.

Just when Johnny was about to step into the bubbling molten iron, there was a loud bang above his head and a huge burst of cold air poured down.

"It's liquid nitrogen!!!"

Richards realized this immediately, and then endured the severe pain in his arm, desperately grabbing Johnny who was unresponsive and pulling him back to him.

The pool of molten iron, including Ben Graeme, condensed into a whole iron ingot in an instant. The stone man who was just above the liquid surface instantly turned into a stone statue and stood still in place.

On the ground, a thin layer of crystal clear frost floated on the surface.

"Ben--" Johnny yelled and broke through Richards's blockage, stepping on the solidified molten iron and ran to Graeme, touching the face that was frozen for a moment, and the uneven forehead that he had complained about in every way.

I cried with tears on my forehead.

"You and I are irreconcilable," Richards slowly retracted his limp limbs, barely holding up his body and facing Leslie with a murderous look on his face, "You have done all the bad things, Leslie.

, this is your grave."

"Hahahahaha... It's just you. It's hard for you to stand up now, but... you're still in my grave." Leslie laughed so hard that his words were a little slurred. "You superheroes don't even know where you are."

Comes with confidence.”

"You paid for it with your own life. It's not like you didn't see how painful Johnny's choice was at that time. Come on, you two." Jessica hurriedly advised.

"Shut up, bitch, where is Susan? It will soon be my turn to settle accounts with you." As he spoke, Richards took three steps and two steps with his two-meter-long legs.

He rushed towards Leslie.

Leslie laughed, and jumped away smartly at the moment he was about to approach. Richards's eyes were so red that they were about to bleed. He clenched his fists again, and his arms kept moving towards Leslie like springs.

Attack like raindrops.

Leslie didn't show any signs of weakness. Metal sheets the size of playing cards that were polished and polished kept flying out of his hands with streaks of silver light. Richards, who couldn't dodge, was covered in scars, and there were several more.

It penetrated straight into his body. The metal plate made shallow dimples one after another on the ground paved with steel plates.

But as one of the Fantastic Four, Richards was gifted with supernatural powers, and he was in an extremely angry mood. Leslie gradually began to lose strength. After being hit by Richards a few times, his speed was obviously much slower.

Reed Richards immediately realized this, so when he hesitated for a moment, his long arms caught his neck and pulled him back to Richards. Richards' knees had already

Qu Hao was waiting there, and Leslie's lumbar vertebra hit it hard.

"Pfft," a mouthful of black-red blood spurted out from his mouth, but he showed his bloody teeth and laughed wildly, "This is like you... Hahaha, from imprisoning Dr. Doom back to his hometown.

After Turvinia, if it weren't for us, you wouldn't have had the chance to fight again. In fact, you should all thank me."

"You crazy man," Richards directed all his anger at the arm he had stuck on Leslie, "you will never have the same good luck as Doom."

"Ah...don't villains...no...don't they usually have a chance to say a few last words? You...I...Johnny...can't live even if I die..."

Upon hearing this, Richards immediately looked in the direction of Johnny. Johnny, his body burning with fire, was surrounded by a group of workers wearing hard hats and holding high-pressure water cannons.

"What do you want to do?" Richards' heart felt cold, and his arms immediately became a little loose.

At this moment, Leslie saw the right moment and threw the metal card in his hand out instantly. The bright card hit the automatic tapping machine on the opposite side and bounced back. Richards hurriedly twisted his neck and the card was thrown out.

It flew back after wiping his ears, hit the door of the hot roll box at the back, and stuck directly into Richards' shoulder.

"Ah..." Richards' body suddenly softened under the severe pain, and he pulled out the metal card with his teeth. Leslie took the opportunity to break free from his restraints and leapt up to the heating furnace not far away.

The rear pusher top.

"Hey, you're a bit too cruel for a superhero. Matt didn't even strangle me so hard. It seems you really want me to die. Then can I still coddle him?

?" Leslie said and clapped her hands twice.

Instantly, liquid nitrogen poured down like a waterfall from above the steel tank that had just been turned into iron ingots, pouring down on Johnny who was standing next to Graeme.

Johnny had long sensed that there was more than one tank of liquid nitrogen above his head, so he was prepared and quickly reacted, accumulating all the energy in his body and spraying dazzling golden flames towards the surging flood. The two matched each other.

Melting, liquid nitrogen under high pressure will absorb a large amount of heat and vaporize once it is released above -196°C, not to mention at such a high temperature, so the snow-white liquid nitrogen smoke is instantly integrated into the air under the scorching heat.

Disappeared without a trace.

"Oh, this young man, I don't know how long he can hold on. It's a pity." Leslie sat on the steel pusher with his legs hanging down and pretending to beat his chest and feet.

"You bastard!! I've already let you go, why do you still treat him like this?" Richards roared.

"Look, this is the weakness of your superheroes. There are too many things to consider. There are 7 billion people in the world. The number of people killed by terrorist attacks every year can reach 300,000. Even if I kill more than a thousand people,

People, you can't protect everyone, and no one can't live without anyone." Leslie lazily stood up and admired the gorgeous firelight in front of him.

Johnny yelled that the flames ejected from his body were approaching the limit. The iron ingots under his feet were collapsing downwards under the influence of high temperature, but the liquid nitrogen above showed no sign of decreasing at all. Tons of liquid nitrogen were like a forever eating...

The unsatisfied monster greedily devoured the tongues of fire sprayed from Johnny's hands. The point of intersection between the two slowly dropped, almost touching the white core of the flame. The molten iron had already reached Johnny's knees.

, the arm that supported the high-temperature flame jet had already turned black, but he showed no sign of wavering, which really surprised Leslie.

"This brother of yours can do it. I have prepared nearly 5 tons of liquid nitrogen for him up here. It is probably going to bottom out. I didn't expect him to be able to resist." Leslie jumped deftly and avoided the problem.

Chaz walked up to him with a spring-legged smile, holding his bleeding shoulder, "So, you brother-in-law, stop fighting so hard, set an example for your brother, just kneel down and admit defeat, that's it.

If I'm in a good mood then you might still be alive."

After Leslie finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to the side, and several workers walked in from the control workshop on one side and threw a hammer to him: "Haha, I feel like I am becoming more and more like Saul, but the handle of this hammer is a bit longer.

With legs like yours..." After saying that, he rounded out and hit Richards' leg that hadn't been completely retracted. Richards had no way to avoid this blow, but the other leg was already ready.

As soon as Leslie dropped the hammer and before he could stand still, he kicked him nearly twenty meters away.

"Ahem, good boy, you have completely angered me now. I think your brother is very hot. Let my people come and cool him down." Leslie wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned against the fixed-width press behind him.

Slowly stood up and waved his hand. Several people with high-pressure water guns gathered around you and began to spray powerful water jets at Johnny.

Although the water jets from all directions did not pose a threat to him, they seriously lowered the temperature of his body. The flames sprayed from his hands were also significantly smaller, and at this moment, the liquid nitrogen above his head suddenly broke through his defense line.

Poor Johnny was instantly enveloped in thick steam. Richards watched this cruel scene with tears streaming down his face: the vague figure in the steam and the hysterical screams.

"No, no, no... John, don't do this, please... please, come to me if you have anything to do? Please don't hurt him again..." Richards tried to crawl with his remaining legs.

Jessica Jones looks confused.

"What? You just kept looking there and became soft-hearted? I've never seen you do this, Jessica. You've always done a good job before, so you should treat everyone equally." Leslie skipped the explanation easily.

Chaz said from the gap between his legs that were as thin and limp as noodles.

"I..." Jessica looked at Richards, who was stretching his neck like a giraffe and looking up at her.

"You can't choose the tragedy of your parents, Jessica, but you can choose who you want to be in the future and what path you want to take. Follow your original intention..." Richards has not yet finished speaking.

After saying that, Leslie stepped on his neck, which was stretched to half a meter.

"What's the use? These so-called superheroes are like demons, always believing in those unrealistic ideals. Do you think it's useful? You have followed us and Kingpin-sama for so many years, have we lived a happy life?

Weird, what good thing on this earth have you not enjoyed? In the end, you believe him? You are the group of people outside the Buster Building who block the door day and night, hoping that the people inside will pay for the death of their relatives.

It's not that I haven't seen it before. Do you think this kind of society deserves to be protected?" Leslie put her other foot on Richards' head and said disdainfully.

"It's worth it..." Richards shed tears rarely in his life, but not for himself, but for his partners and comrades-in-arms for so many years. His face was stepped on the ground sideways, with a crystal teardrop.

It flowed from the corner of his eye, crossed the bridge of his nose, merged into the eyes below, and finally formed a larger teardrop, dripping from the corner of his left eye and shattering on the ground.

"Okay, here, give it to you. This hammer will give you a chance. Jessica, don't let me down." Leslie stretched out the hammer in front of Jessica Jones and stared closely at her.

Looking at her wandering eyes.

"They are already like this. You asked Stone to choose this. His sister asked me to protect her before she died..."

"Take it!" Leslie put away the soft gaze on her face and interrupted Jessica sharply.

"No...no...I can't..."

"You say it again that you can't do it? Jessica Jones," he said, forcing the hammer into Jessica's hand, "Why are you completely different today from the past? Could it be that... you really are

Are they hiding spies in our ranks?" Leslie whispered into Jessica's ear.

When Jessica heard this, her body shook violently, and she took two steps back in panic: "How dare you doubt me? I tell you, Leslie, I followed Mr. Kingpin earlier than you. Don't do it again.

Order me with this tone." Jessica threw the hammer in her hand to the ground hard, her hands shaking with excitement.

"Haha, okay, Miss Jones, let me do it, you step on his neck for me...Okay, okay, I don't need you anymore, just rest, I'll do it myself." Leslie finished.

, picked up the dropped hammer next to it, and raised it above her head like last time. Seeing this scene, Jessica closed her eyes in despair.

And just when he was about to drop the hammer with all his strength, he heard several piercing howls coming from the direction of the steel trough where Johnny was standing.

"What?" Leslie, who had lost his center of gravity, suddenly dropped the hammer due to inertia. The hammer landed on the ground less than five centimeters in front of Richards' eyes and made a dull rumble.

Richards, who had been holding his breath, also exhaled a long breath, and Jessica slowly opened her eyes and looked at everything in front of her.

"Who ruined my good deeds! Everything was arranged well." Leslie dropped the hammer in his hand like crazy, climbed up to the side of the steel trough filled with solidified molten iron and shouted: "Who is it!!"

But in front of him was a man wearing a black hooded jacket and holding a homemade bow and arrow, with his back turned to him, standing next to Johnny who was lying on the ground frozen. There were several people with arrows stuck in their bodies, rolling on the ground and begging.

workers.

"Leslie, you are really ruthless. You don't even let the children go. You just use the people closest to them. You are so damn good." The man in black said and the bow he held in his hand creaked.

"Are you...Clint? Clint Barton?" Leslie murmured and took two steps back to the edge of the steel channel to steady his balance and almost fall.

"What? You're not sure I'm still alive, are you? Or do you think that you can just kill my wife and children and blame that unlucky guy, Gambit King, for peace of mind?" The man turned around. Under his hood was a white skull-printed shirt.

T-shirt, and then he threw a bunch of bloody playing cards to the ground.

Each card above has a person's name written in blood.

And the first one clearly says

"Leila Barton".

"It's really hard for you to chase us here, Agent Barton." Leslie calmed down for a moment, "This place has always been very confidential. Even the Skyward Sword Bureau doesn't know our scale, but you can actually do it."

Know our plan in advance.”

"It did take a lot of trouble to find out your whereabouts. I went to Las Vegas to find the poker king Rimi Etienne LeBeau, but by then poor Rimi had already been poached by someone else.

His eyes were cut off, his tongue was cut off, and his hands were chopped off. Now the famous gambling god can only fight for food with rats in the sewers. You are really inhumane!" Leslie didn't wait for a reaction at this point.

Coming over, Barton rushed up and grabbed his collar, pulled out an arrow from behind and stabbed Leslie in the abdominal cavity.

"Ah!!" Leslie suddenly let out a hysterical scream, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, as if he had seen the God of Death, "I don't...I don't really want to kill your wife and children. Everything I did was...

...It's all arranged by Jin Bin, it's all...all him..."

"Be honest with me. If Frank Custer hadn't given me your list of underworld organizations hidden in overseas countries, I would have thought that Kingpin was just an underworld organization that ruled New York. Unexpectedly, your minions have already spread.

To all the countries in the world. In fact, your whereabouts were exposed because of this. I followed the list to Latveria, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Ukraine and then to Russia. It was not until the Yamaguchi-gumi in Shinjuku, Tokyo, that I found out about the notorious gang organizations in various countries.

You are here to recruit people from various underworld organizations."

"The Yamaguchi-gumi won't compromise with you so easily...ah!!" Before Leslie could finish speaking, Patton held the arrow shaft and turned it around in his stomach.

"It's very simple. I killed them all, and the spirit of Bushido is nothing more than that. In the face of death, there are still people who want to survive, you know? When I was in SHIELD, I studied the structure of human body tissue, and I completely learned 100 arrows.

You can avoid hitting the vital point, but in fact, although I completely avoided the vital point, no one has survived 90 shots and it hurts to death. But Bullseye, I think you will never be as weak as them. I like China very much

Chinese culture likes the number 108 very much, so I also respect this custom here." Patton's eyes were sharper than his arrows, Leslie's two buttocks trembled, and unknown yellow liquid flowed from his trouser legs.

When it came down, it was wet on the ground.

"Yes...I'm sorry, Clint, I...I'm just a small character who works for others. Romanov...Romanoff has...killed many people in the past. Now he can't...not only fight alongside you."

, and she is also qualified to represent you...the Avengers to the United Nations, right? She..."

Before he finished speaking, Leslie screamed again. Barton had already penetrated his body with the arrow, and then said against his ear: "Don't worry, this one is too deep, it doesn't count."

Otherwise you won't be able to hold on to the tenth branch. Also, never say that name. You don't deserve it."

"We are all...learned from Swordsman and Jetshot, please let me go..." Leslie vomited blood and knelt down on the ground sobbing.

"I'm different from them. We could have used things like this to do things that are beneficial to others. Our ability should be to protect rather than punish." Clint Barton's eyes began to become melancholy when he saw this scene.

When he got up, he remembered the scene when the two of them were learning shooting and fighting in the circus from the two masters of Swordsman and Quickshooter. However, they had been using these abilities to rob families. Although they were both wealthy bullies, they ignored the law and were cruel and ruthless.

The massacre was unacceptable to him.

"Clint, look at what you've done. Doesn't it look like our two masters that you hated the most? You left us because of this, right? But now you have slowly become the person you were before.

It’s the most disgusting look, isn’t it?” Leslie stood up with difficulty, holding the arrow in her stomach.

Clint Barton looked at everything around him. There were many people lying on the ground, and a few were breathing heavily, waiting for death to come. There were also scenes along the way, everywhere he went.

It was all bloody and bloody. The clothes with the white skull printed on them were given to him by Frank Custer. When he put on this clothes, he looked like the Punisher. He would try his best to wash it clean at first.

There was blood on it, but he gradually became numb, or he was completely accustomed to the smell of blood.

When he was serving in Afghanistan, in order to kill one less person in the combat plan, he would not hesitate to argue with his superiors all night, and even risked being dismissed several times just to escort terrorists alive to the International Court of Justice in The Hague for trial. And now he is

, completely no different from the group of inhumane demons in front of me, how could it be...how could it become like this...

Seeing that things had turned around, Leslie immediately revealed his true colors. He flipped 360° in the air and at the same time pulled out a metal card from his side pocket and threw it towards Barton. Although he was in deep pain, he had been in the game for so many years.

His experience with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers gave him sharp reflexes and he was still able to detect this sudden attack.

Seeing that the surprise attack didn't work, he jumped up to the top of the steel rolling mill, took out a stack of metal cards, and threw them at Clint Barton as quickly as possible. But the metal cards were caught by Barton's deft jump.

One by one, they missed and hit the surrounding machines with a tinkling sound, and produced dazzling sparks from time to time. But Barton was like a butterfly among the flowers, calmly avoiding it.

Bullseye is not unworthy of his reputation. Everything he throws is fatal. Once hit, he is likely to be killed or injured. These metal cards the size of playing cards are his way of defeating the Queen of Cards.

The most important hidden weapon made from his fighting experience, combined with his unique strength, can cut open two slices of pork two hundred meters away. After that, the box containing playing cards became inseparable from him and became a

The same symbol as the target-like mark on his forehead.

"Ah -" He was so arrogant before, seeing that his aim failed again and again, Leslie yelled like a madman and desperately threw all the cards he could touch at Barton. Barton

Although he nimbly dodged most of the flying metal cards, he still suffered countless scratches on his body under the dense array of cards like raindrops.

"Throw it away, there are exactly 108 cards in the two decks," Clint Barton walked over with a smile, "Sure enough, it seems that you also like the number one hundred and eight."

Seeing Leslie kneeling down on one knee on the rolling mill, panting, her hands constantly shaking, Barton randomly pulled out one of the several metal cards embedded in the automatic tapping machine and continued: "It is true that I left

Your level will indeed improve a lot in the future, but as long as I live for one day, Leslie, I tell you that you will never get the title of Hawkeye, because..." Before Clint Barton finished speaking, Leslie

He had already realized what was going to happen next, so he quickly jumped towards the higher electric arc furnace, but Barton pulled down the arrow at a faster speed, inserted the card on the arrow shaft, and calmly drew the bow and shot out.

.

Another scream echoed in the factory, and Leslie fell straight to the ground like a bird with broken wings.

Blood gurgled out from his left ankle.

"It's just a ruptured Achilles tendon. Leslie, don't be so exaggerated. You see, I could have just slit your throat with the same force. That would actually be much simpler. But I didn't do that. It was already very painful."

I'll take care of you." Barton leaned down and looked at Leslie's painful expression, but there was no trace of pity on his face.

"How can a person like you know pain? Leslie, when you look at the eyes of those who were killed one by one under your hands, how come your heart doesn't hurt? In other words, you don't have a heart at all."

"Damn it! Damn it, you bastard, you dare to do this to me, Master Kingpin will not let you go, just wait for me!" Leslie roared still viciously.

"Oh? Really? You have still deprived me of everything. I have nothing to lose in this world. I can search half of the world to find you, but I have no intention of leaving alive. My life is not with me.

It’s worth mentioning, but on the contrary, it is a relief for me. Let me tell you Leslie, after shooting 108 arrows on you, it is best to meet your boss, otherwise..."

"Are you looking for me?!" Suddenly the sound of a loud bell sounded all around. It made the tinplate on the surrounding walls rattle because of their disrepair.

After settling Reed Richards, who had fainted due to excessive blood loss, Jessica Jones felt a chill go down her spine and looked around, looking for the source of the sound just now.

"Sir...sir, sir..." Leslie shouted almost with a cry.

"Haha, it seems that the remaining 107 arrows have been found, Kingpin." Hawkeye Clint Barton stood up, straightened his wrinkled hoodie, and pulled out three quivers from the homemade quiver on his back.

The arrow was placed on the bow, and he straightened his body, glaring angrily at the monster-like black shadow reflected on the wall not far away by the light.

(End of House of Cards)