Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 99: Reunion has not yet come out, the intensity increases sharply

Terry and Peter looked up at the sign of the Midtown Laboratory, each with mixed feelings in their hearts.

Terry knew that SHIELD was responsible for this, but it was hard to tell.

Peter spoke quietly.

"So, Hawkeye and you know each other's true identities, and then Iron Fist and you actually know each other."

Terry still looked up at the string of English signs in silence.

"In the end, we both knew each other's true identities."

Peter's voice sounded as if it was coming from far away: "Then do I still need to wear a hood to go in?"

Terry felt even more uncomfortable.

Iron Fist is a loner and a good guy, and it doesn't matter whether Peter exposes himself in front of Danny or not.

Terry then glanced at the back of the beautiful woman leading the way.

This receptionist is undoubtedly an agent trained by SHIELD.

At first glance, he looks like he is working hard in the gym, giving people a very positive feeling.

The beauty at the front desk had a sweet smile on her face. After Terry said with a dead look on his face that it was Clint who invited them over, she walked out to lead them.

nonsense!

People who have undergone very professional training at all levels will of course have an appearance that is close to impeccable.

There's no way SHIELD doesn't know Spider-Man's true identity, so there seems to be no point in hiding it.

Terry dared to vouch for it. According to the style of any SHIELD agency in his impression, when he went in and saw how many people there were in the so-called team, there was no doubt that they were all SHIELD agents.

Terry said pointedly.

Peter had been admiring the place even after his attention turned away from Terry and their identity.

"I swear, this is the first time I've seen such a dynamic beauty."

“This place is so cool!”

Needless to say, the slender waist supported by the white work clothes. Whether it is the body shape, shoulder level, walking posture... or even the tightness of the hips, everything looks perfect and just right.

After rubbing his aching trigeminal nerve, Terry took the lead in walking into the door of the secret agent's lair.

It is not difficult to see from Peter's expression that this boy really believes it.

"Well, it's up to you to make your own decision."

"If the vitality you refer to is the kind of extremely self-disciplined figure, I think you may not need to give your evaluation so quickly."

Peter nudged Terry in the waist with his elbow.

After all, he is one of the most famous giants in this world in the future. He has considered all aspects very carefully, at least keeping Spider-Man Peter, who doesn't know much about it, in the dark.

"A super team that supports street vigilante action, composed of real-life good friends!"

I have to say that S.H.I.E.L.D. is still quite capable. This is definitely a new laboratory. Not only did it make old places where old should be done, but it also had a decent front desk reception. Even the location was found in New York. I went to a relatively remote place where not many people usually go.

Passing through the corridor filled with soft and warm light, a dark glass door suddenly came into view.

As the automatic sensor device on the door lit up with blue light, the black glass door first gradually faded away and became transparent, then silently slid open to both sides.

Oh, you are willing to spend money, are you in style?

Clint, who was wearing an expensive set of low-key casual clothes, walked over with a worried look on his face, and was deliberately stunned when he saw Peter next to Terry who chose to show his true face.

Terry sighed in his heart. It was obvious that what followed was going to be a long and stinky stage show.

But it doesn't hurt that SHIELD is willing to take the lead in dealing with the Hand.

Just play this part with me.

"Is this the one?"

Clint's confused and slightly guessing expression was quite well executed. At the very least, if Terry hadn't known in advance that he would be involved with SHIELD when meeting Hawkeye, he would certainly not have been able to see Clint's superb performance at this time.

Before he could speak, Peter stepped forward with an excited look on his face.

"We met! Terry already told me about you, and I was the one who-"

Peter squatted down and made a classic movement of shooting spider silk with his hands.

"biubiubiu~"

"Ow~"

Clint had a 'realization' and then welcomed Peter.

Terry looked at Peter's figure, his eyes full of sadness. How many scenes of social death will Spider-Man, with his lively and excessive character, bring to this poor child in the future?

When the truth is revealed in the future, Peter must not go to the middle of two buildings to pull a piece of spider silk, and then put his neck on the swing?
  But fortunately, with the blessing of Spider-Man's identity, Peter was far more cheerful than usual, so the exhibition match where Terry expected that he and Hawkeye would go back and forth did not happen.

Peter said everything first, and Terry just had to pretend to be worried and listen.

Both the resentful and worried expressions were very sad, and he didn't even need to spend extra energy to adjust his expression.

"How is Iron Fist's injury?"

After finishing biu~, Peter finally brought the topic back on track.

Clint also became serious.

"The situation is actually more serious than what I said on the phone, but there happens to be some medical equipment in the laboratory, and I have a friend who works in the medical field, so Danny will wake up soon."

Then Clint added another sentence.

"Danny Rand, he told me his true identity after he was rescued."

Peter lowered his head and recited Iron Fist's name silently. After all, he would have to adapt to the process of exchanging identities as a street vigilante.

Finally found the organization!
  "What's going on with the Devil's Gang? Are they also related to the person who stole Danny's property?"

Peter began to care about the point.

"Besides, how did a group of gangsters hurt him? I've seen Danny's skills, and he's not weak."

Clint glanced at Terry intentionally or unintentionally. The other person didn't have any inappropriate expression, but only concern about this matter.

No, there seems to be a bit of constipation.

"Come with me."

Clint brought the two of them to a computer in the center of the laboratory. A thin Hispanic man wearing thick round glasses was typing on the keyboard intently. He waited until Clint came to him and then He raised his head and greeted the two of them.

"Turner Sares."

He simply said his name and lowered his head again.

Very stereotypical image of a technical geek.

Terry silently labeled this person a SHIELD agent as well.

"Thankfully I have a great hacker on my team, and Midtown Labs planted backdoors in many street surveillance programs."

Terry's nose twitched.

In fact, the repeated appearance of this name gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.

Clint then asked Turner to retrieve the relevant surveillance video of the incident location.

Peter and Terry gathered around one after another, looking at the screen attentively.

A group of guys wearing black combat uniforms and black hoods exclusive to robbers broke into an apartment building with equipment.

A few minutes later, one of the combatants smashed the window and landed on the roof of a white car downstairs, leaving a huge dent in it.

But then, the man ran away as if nothing was wrong. At this time, the camera was slowed down and zoomed in by Turner, so that they could clearly see that the combatant was holding a long knife that was constantly emitting something like black flames. .

Then Danny Rand jumped out of the broken window, his fists burning with golden light.

Several more combatants jumped out of the windows, and some rushed out of the corridor.

Everyone had the same weapon configuration, with strange black flames coming out of the long sword similar to the Tang Dao style, and they cooperated to attack Danny Rand in turns.

It can be seen that in terms of fighting skills, Danny still crushes these combatants, but the strange thing is that those two people seem to be particularly resistant to fighting. Even if they are hit by Danny's iron fist head-on, they can still fight. Get up quickly and join the siege again.

This caused Danny's physical strength to be quickly consumed. After struggling for more than ten minutes, his movements finally began to appear uneven and disordered.

Peter responded quickly.

"There's something wrong with their combat uniforms! They seem to use some amazing technology!"

Terry was also shocked.

Even if the Hand's strength increased dramatically, why did a gangster from Chinatown suddenly start to increase the strength of the street heroes?

What the hell is wrong with this world?

　I kept doing this for about a month and a half, working eight hours during the day, going back to my room and falling asleep until I got up early in the morning to code. I coded until two or three o'clock every day, and sometimes I slept and sometimes I didn't.

　　It’s a bit too much. I’ve been feeling a dull pain in my liver since yesterday. I originally wanted to keep it updated three times a day until the end of this month.

　　Sorry, there are only two chapters today.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)