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"However, before I do that, I need to meet the new guests for a while..."

At this moment, he suddenly muttered something confusing, and then turned his gaze to the still intact office building outside the window.

On one of the floors above the building, you can vaguely see a figure holding a long bow and aiming here.

"Playing with a bow in front of me?"

Looking at the building in the distance, the faded man who felt a little funny smiled strangely.

"You thought you were Miriam?"

Putting the hammer back to his waist with his backhand, he took out the big lion bow. The bow string was equipped with a full-level Vic spear and pulled it into a full moon shape, aiming at the building in the distance.

Epilepsy!

Meteor!

Purple and yellow emblems emerged on both sides of the spear head respectively, a yellow epileptic fire and purple gravity magic were wrapped around the spear respectively.

The Hawkeye in the distant building naturally saw the fader's actions clearly through the auxiliary aiming device on his head.

However, it is still inevitable to murmur in my heart——

How did the other party discover him?

You must know that snipers lurking in the floors are the most difficult to find, and it is still daytime.

The most important thing is that he is still a bow player, not as reflective as a sniper scope, which makes him even more incomprehensible.

However, from the current point of view, it is better to stop.

Immediately, he put the compound bow in his hand back into the metal box behind him, and then used the communicator to communicate: "Mission failed, prepare to retreat."

"Ok, I see."

Black Widow's voice came from the headset.

However, just as he was about to retreat, a flash of light suddenly caught his attention outside the window.

Turning his head, he saw an "arrow" flying towards him, with yellow and purple colors wrapped around it. And for some reason, the flaming yellow made him feel bored and irritable in his heart, like an ancient god. Whisper in his ear....

Wait, arrows? !

That thing is an arrow? !

By the time he reacted, "Arrow" was already close at hand.

Immediately, I felt a capital [dangerous] appearing on the top of my head, and the neurons in front of my forehead jumped violently.

Barton didn't say anything, and hurriedly sprinted towards the glass on the other side.

- Crash!There was a sound of smashing the glass, and at the same time as the body fell freely in the air, there was a violent explosion sound piercing his ears from behind, and countless broken stones flew down from beside him.

Then, Barton turned around in mid-air and threw out a wire rope to tightly tie the steel bars exposed by the explosion above to slow down his fall.

But the scene in front of him left him dumbfounded.

This power... is really a bow and arrow, not a laser cannon from where?

I saw that the floor he was on had disappeared completely, as if pierced by a laser cannon, and the strange yellow flame was still burning slowly in the gap, and the whole building was dying because of the lack of this floor. become shaky.

However, the opponent's attack is not over yet.

- Whoosh!

Arrows of the same style flew one after another, and all of them hit the building accurately.

This time he saw clearly that these arrows were really like lasers, piercing through the building like hot knives cutting butter, turning into daytime meteors and rushing towards the sky.

Even one of the "arrows" grazed his steel cable and broke instantly.

The building above collapsed on the spot.

- Boom!

With the splash and impact of the debris, he was lucky enough to land on the ceiling cloth of a fruit stall below as a buffer, and then hit many fruits.

But unfortunately, there is just a bunch of durians that are rare in the beautiful country.

That feeling is so sour.

Enduring the severe pain, he crawled out of the fruit stall, apologized casually to the stunned stall owner, and ran to the road with a limp.

"Barton, get in the car!"

squeak--

The Black Widow who was in charge of the reception drove a supercar and left a beautiful drift mark on the road, and it stopped firmly beside Button.

Button turned over and lay down on the seat, while Natasha slammed on the accelerator, kicking up a cloud of dust on the ground and gradually moving away from the dangerous zone.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

Natasha, who was racing wildly, glanced at Barton who was lying on the seat from the corner of her eye, but judging from the bloody buttocks, the situation didn't look so good.

But for the sake of the man's face, Barton still persisted and said: "It's okay, I just suffered a little injury."

A small wound pierced by many durian thorns.

Next time, we must ask the scientific research department to study a set of light armor that can protect the buttocks together.

After realizing his own shortcomings in this operation, Patton decided to make up for it.

At this moment, many "arrows" flew again, shooting into the ground in front of them one after another, causing bursts of explosions.

Natasha avoided these huge "arrows" piercing the ground with her skillful driving skills, then turned her head and asked, "Barton, does the other party have any lethal weapons?"

Of course she saw the scene of the collapse of the building in front, but she didn't expect it to be destroyed by these so-called "arrows".

But Barton's answer made her doubt life even more.

"Bow and arrow."

Such a clean and concise answer, and as if he didn't think it was enough, Barton responded to Natasha with a look like "You may not believe it, but the other person is holding a bow and arrow."

Natasha: ⊙▽⊙?

That look seemed to say, "Are you fucking kidding me? You call this a bow and arrow?"

However, under the exchange of eyes between the two, they quickly escaped from the attack range, and no "arrow" fell again.

"So what should we do next? Are you sure you want to continue fighting that guy?"

"..."

Natasha fell silent while driving.

She didn't know how to answer the question about Barton's soul.

Originally, I just wanted to test it first, but it turned out that this kind of monster was much more dangerous than the big green guy I encountered last time.

What's more, a tenth-level agent and a seventh-level agent who is good at assassination can't complete it together, so even if you ask for support, it will be nothing more than death.

Fortunately, the opponent's range still has a limit, about a radius of five kilometers, which is good news.

However, what they didn't know was that the reason why the faders stopped their offensive was not because of insufficient distance, but because of Stark's news in the chat group.

Tony Stark: "Fade, be careful, S.H.I.E.L.D. has sent agents to deal with you."

The faded person who wanted to save his wife: "Your news is too late, my side was attacked just now."

After typing in the window, he pulled the page aside, gently rubbed his eyes that were already crying, and sighed while looking into the distance:

"Oh, I didn't expect to run so far..."

If you know Lani's wife's teleportation magic, these little insects won't be able to run so far.

However, at this moment, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and a beam of seven-colored light fell from the sky and hit the ground not far from this small town.

The faded man who wanted to save his wife: "Hey, Stark, is this the SHIELD weapon you mentioned?"

After typing, I took a long-distance photo and sent it.

Tony Stark: "Space-based weapons? Sorry, I don't know much about that."

After Stark replied, he carefully looked at the picture on the photo again.

This thing does look like a space-based weapon, but it doesn't look like...

Could it be a weapon secretly researched by S.H.I.E.L.D.?

The faded man who wanted to save his wife said: "Well, since you don't know, forget it."

"Forget it, let's go have a look."

After closing the page and muttering something casually, he jumped down from the gap opened in front.

Originally, he wanted to drag Thor away directly, but after a second thought, he gave up. This guy was too useless and did not deserve to be burned.

If it was Odin, it might be okay.

And for some reason, I always felt that there might be something good in that beam of light.

By the way, you can also chase those two interesting little guys.

191. Powerful like a monster

squeak--

Accompanied by a rush of brakes, Natasha parked the car at the transfer station of the pre-planned escape route——

A huge dilapidated warehouse.

Although the speed of the supercar is very good, it has been exposed. If the opponent's mobility is not known for the time being, it is easy to be overtaken again.

So, they want to change cars.

Supporting Barton, who was injured in his buttocks, he staggered step by step towards another car that was ready.

After sitting on the seat, she heard the roar of the engine starting, and Natasha leaned back in the chair with a sigh of relief, her hands slumped on the steering wheel.

At this moment, the heart that was almost hanging in the throat finally fell back into the stomach.

However, new problems have also emerged-

What should I do next?

Do you want to continue the mission?

But she was not sure about facing the arrow that seemed to come through from the age of gods again.

That is a full range of five kilometers, which has already surpassed the range of an anti-material sniper rifle.

What's more, it was still a rough calculation, and she couldn't be sure whether there were other factors in it.

Just holding a bow and arrow, a weapon that has been eliminated by modern warfare, can play a monster of mass destruction, let alone widow's sting and widow's kiss in his hands, plus the compound bow and small pistol in Barton's hands, it is considered a monster with human hands. She still wasn't sure about a tank.

Moreover, Barton was seriously injured, at most half of his strength.

However, I don't seem to have exposed myself, or else, like before, using beauty to seduce and then assassinate?

No, she wasn't sure if the other party would take this set, the gamble was too high.

Natasha, who quickly sorted out the situation, felt a little desperate.

I couldn't help but secretly curse their great director.

This damn braised egg is trying to kill us!

Barton, who was lying on his seat, could naturally see her concerns.

But he didn't have any good suggestions.

He really didn't want to face an attack of that level again, and that feeling of powerlessness was deeply engraved in his heart.

Just like that, the two fell into silence in a tacit understanding.

"Yo, what are you thinking?"

At this moment, a sudden sound from the abandoned warehouse caught their attention.

Looking up, I saw a man in silver-white armor walking slowly with leisurely steps.

The pupils of Barton and Natasha shrank suddenly. This person was the one who shot the mythical exaggerated to the extreme attack.

It's just that this person is a little different from before. He doesn't hold a longbow in his hand, and there is an extra sword wrapped in a white scabbard around his waist.