I Am In Marvel

Lightning flashes in the wilderness, and the night sky is covered with dark clouds. With the cold wind blowing, heavy rain suddenly starts.

The alarm sounded from the temporary base, and the armed personnel stationed in it moved.

Coulson frowned, took out the communicator and dialed, and asked in a deep voice connected to the monitoring room, "What happened?"

The person in charge on the other end of the communicator immediately replied, "Sir. We just found out that the protective net on the south side of the base that could not be energized in the future had a hole broken open in the corner. The blond man forcibly invaded the temporary base, knocked out two guards on duty, and was heading to the research room in the center of the base."

Coulson's face was calm, and he said coldly: "I see, let the guards continue to maintain the patrol order, and let the SHIELD agents deal with the intruders."

"Yes!"

After hanging up the communication, Coulson continued to dial the private personal connection, and soon an indifferent male voice answered: "I'm here."

"The items in this temporary research room are very important, and you should take some insurance," Coulson informed.

"OK."

the other side of the communication.

In the warehouse on the first floor of the temporary base, a black-haired agent in an agent uniform opened the door of the weapons storehouse, and his eagle-like gaze lingered on a row of iron shelves displaying various types of firearms.

The black-haired agent picked up a modern sniper rifle, weighed the weight, and quickly placed it back again. Without hesitation, he took the special compound bow in the top row, as well as a quiver with many strange arrows. .

Then, he quickly rushed out of the arsenal, walked up the stairs, reached the top of the third floor, and crawled vigorously towards the temporary roof of the base dome.

At this moment.

Inside the research institute, Sol was running down the aisle out of breath. When he was about to reach the corner, a burly black agent with a sturdy physique stopped him.

"Mortal, don't get in my way!" Sol listened to the thunder outside, looked at the Han agent who was half a head taller than him, and threatened with clenching his fists tightly.

God's Domain has changed, he doesn't want to stay here to waste time anymore!

"If you think about it, beat me to the ground." The black agent sneered, squeezed his fist the size of a sandbag, and made a crackling sound of brittle joints.

It's useless to say, just do it!

With a roaring roar, Thor rushed forward in the form of a reckless man, and scuffled with the black agent with his bare hands.

After a while, the two fought into a ball, broke through the wall of the temporary research institute, and fell into the open-air crater.

The crater has turned into a pitted quagmire due to the pouring rain.

Two tall and strong men fell into it, and they were instantly covered in mud.

This scene was naturally and clearly exposed under the eyes of Coulson on the second floor and the black-haired agent who climbed to the roof of the dome.

The black-haired agent stood alone on the small rooftop, took out a special steel arrow, put it on the thin string of the special composite bow, and aimed at the rope in the pothole and pulled down a meniscus arc. Then head back.

No matter how close Sol and the black agent are, and they keep moving and changing positions during the battle, the sharp and cold arrow tip always moves and adjusts with the target.

"I'm already in place, do I need to kill the intruder?" The black-haired agent asked blankly.

Hearing the sound from the communicator, Coulson pondered for a moment, seeing that the intruder was about to beat the black agent to the ground, and finally gave the command with a light nod: "Kill it."

"learn."

The black-haired agent had deep eyes and held his breath, unaffected by the heavy rain, his hands holding the bow and arrow were as steady as a machine.

Under the pothole, Thor knocked the black agent to the ground with one punch, shook his wet shawl hair, and walked wearily towards the silver hammer in the center of the pothole, unaware of the fatal danger from the side of his head.

"It's over." The black-haired agent whispered, and just as he was about to release the string of the arrow and let the special arrow shoot through Sol's head, a hand was placed on the tip of the arrow from behind without warning, and the side of the arrow was lowered. Moved the aiming target.

"What, who?" The black-haired agent shuddered and turned around in shock, but at some point, a young and handsome silver-haired youth was standing next to him.

"Using a special bow and arrow... You should be the 'Hawkeye' Clint Barton that Natasha often mentioned?"

Kyle smiled, looked down at Sol in the crater, and said in a plain and dignified tone: "The one below is my friend, give me a face, don't shoot him."

"Where exactly are you?" Hawkeye was still in extreme shock. As a master shooter, what he feared most was being touched by the enemy, especially behind undefended ones.

But just now, when the follower appeared to the moment before he took action to stop it, with his highly vigilant acuity, he could not detect the slightest trace of abnormality.

The other party seemed to appear out of thin air. If it was really an enemy, he didn't know how many times he died just now!

Kyle didn't answer. If he couldn't even guess his identity, it would be a shame for the hero codename Hawkeye.

"You mentioned Natasha just now, silver-haired, too young..." Hawkeye was stunned for half a second, then retracted his bow and arrow, clasped his fists and bowed, and said in awe, "Mr. Kyle."

"It's a bit of eyesight." Kyle nodded, let him be quiet, and continued to look down at the situation in the pothole.

"Is that one here too?"

Hearing the conversation on the side of the communicator vaguely, Coulson was stunned for a moment, then his face was serious and serious, and his doubtful eyes also fell on Sol in the pothole, "For him?"

Inside the crater washed by heavy rain.

The sludge on Sol's body was gradually washed away, he calmed his breath, and stopped beside the silver hammer.

With a look of joy on his face, he lowered his body and held the handle of the hammer with his dominant right hand, trying to raise it as high as ever.

But no matter how hard you tried, the hammer wouldn't move.

Sol's smile froze on his face, and there was an awkward atmosphere in the air.

He reluctantly used his hands and exerted all his strength, but the fact that he couldn't lift the hammer still did not change.

Sol let go of his hands dejectedly. At this moment, he suddenly understood his current situation.

Father Odin exiled him, Thor's Hammer no longer recognizes him, all power, divine power, honor, and pride no longer exist, and he is really inferior to a mortal.

'Papa! ’

Saul knelt on the mud ground beside the hammer and looked up at the long night sky, like a wounded beast, roaring heartbreakingly in the heavy rain.

"really."

Kyle, who already knew the ending, was not surprised. He patted Hawkeye on the shoulder and said, "Stun him with anesthesia, lock him up, and an astronomer will come to pick him up afterward, just let him go."

"it is good."

Hawkeye didn't understand Kyle's intentions, but instinctively obeyed the order.

From the moment Kyle appeared here, the highest authority was transferred from Coulson.