Marvel’s Big Villain

New York, Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen.

At the headquarters of the Speeding Party, Clint was lying on the bed in the single dormitory, unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning.

In the afternoon, he passed the information to SHIELD headquarters through the bartender, and he didn't know if Nick Fury had come up with a plan to kill Jason.

It's too boring to stay with a bunch of idiots every day. He's tired of undercover life and can't wait to go back to S.H.I.E.L.D.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Clint was dull for a few seconds, pretending to have just woken up, and asked, "Who is it?"

"it's me."

Billy's voice sounded outside the door.

Clint breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

Billy's voice came from outside the door, "I slept all afternoon today, and I can't sleep at all tonight. Let's go out and find a nightclub for a drink."

"please wait a moment."

Clint didn't suspect anything, quickly put on his clothes and opened the door.

But the moment he opened the door, he found that Billy looked at him with a trace of fear and guard.

Billy turned his head, not daring to meet Clint's eyes, and walked straight out: "Let's go, the car is outside."

Clint frowned, didn't choose to follow, but looked at his back and said, "Get in the car first, how can you go to the nightclub without cool clothes, I'll go change first."

"Okay, then hurry up, I'll wait for you in the car."

Clint nodded, turned back to the dormitory, and locked the door.

Billy's abnormality made him realize that he had been exposed, and the only way now was to rush to the bar, and then go to the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. for help.

Clint lifted the quilt, pulled out the sheet, tied it to the table leg and tied it with a knot, then climbed out of the window, gripped the sheet tightly and slid down to the ground from the third floor.

The moment he landed, he took out his pistol to check the surrounding situation.

After confirming that there was no ambush, Clint quickly hid in the darkness and ran towards the bar.

Billy came downstairs, took out the walkie-talkie and said, "Clint noticed my anomaly, he should have escaped, let's see you next."

On the roof of the building not far away, David was standing on the edge of the roof, admiring the night view of New York.

He took out the walkie-talkie and said confidently, "Don't worry, he can't escape."

After speaking, David opened his mouth and roared softly.

An invisible ultrasonic wave quickly spread from his mouth to the surroundings.

A few seconds later, all objects within a radius of several hundred meters came to David's mind.

David closed his mouth and said with a smile, "I found you."

………………

Ten minutes later, Clint ran to the bar and knocked on the door.

The bartender has changed his look and changed into a S.H.I.E.L.D. outfit.

Seeing Clint, she asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Clint dodged into the bar, then closed the door and said, "My identity has been exposed. The clown organization's pursuers will be here soon, and I need to rush to the New York branch as soon as possible to seek their support."

The bartender nodded, and while going to get the car keys, he said, "I just received a contact from Agent Coulson, who said that SHIELD's plan to assassinate Jason failed again."

"Failed again!" Clint couldn't believe that S.H.I.E.L.D. was in the hands of one person and failed one after another.

Then my half month of suffering was in vain.

"Not only that, this matter is quite big, Director Fury is likely to be held accountable by the World Security Council. Therefore, the Director hopes that you will rush back to S.H.I.E.L.D. and hand over the information you have collected to them, hoping to rely on This intelligence turned the game around.”

"Okay, then I'm leaving now." Reaching out for the key, Clint was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" The bartender took out another black handbag and threw it on the ground, "You forgot your gear."

Clint is proficient in fighting and firearms, but he is best at bows and arrows. He once won the gold medal in the Olympic archery competition.

According to his specialty, S.H.I.E.L.D. spent a lot of effort to tailor a weapon for him.

Versatile, transformable high-strength war bow.

Modular, replaceable arrowhead arrows.

Although Clint with a gun and a knife is also very powerful, he is at the level of an ace special soldier.

But if he puts on a set of bows and arrows, he immediately upgrades from a special soldier to a superhero—‘Eagle Eye’.

A minute later, Clint was dressed.

He held a bow in one hand and carried a quiver behind his back, looking a bit like a superhero.

"Boom boom boom!"

At this time, there was another knock on the door.

The two looked at each other, and the bartender raised his pistol, quietly walked to the door and looked out.

The man outside the door had a thin face, medium-length black hair, beard, and a black suit.

The bartender's face changed, and he walked over quickly and said, "John Wick."

Hearing that it wasn't Jason, Clint immediately showed a disdainful expression.

He drew out an arrow and said, "I'll kill him!"

"No!" The bartender stopped him and said, "John Wick was a well-known killer in New York before he was imprisoned. If you spend time fighting with him, you will only attract more people. Your priority now is Go back to S.H.I.E.L.D., you leave me through the back door to block her."

Clint frowned, somewhat disbelieving in her strength.

But the bartender smiled lightly: "Every agent who joins S.H.I.E.L.D. is ready to sacrifice at any time. Go away, Director Fury needs you."

After listening to her words, Clint was in awe, and said seriously: "Then be careful yourself!"

After speaking, he quickly left through the back door and got into a Ford sedan.

After Clint left, there was another knock on the door, and the bartender followed the sound and decisively shot at the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three bullet holes appeared in the glass door in an instant, and glass shards fell to the ground with a clatter.

John Wick is a legendary killer, the bartender didn't dare to be careless, he was still staring at the door vigilantly with a gun.

A few seconds later, a unique hoarse voice came: "Ma'am, I am here to find someone, and I have no ill intentions towards you."

As soon as the voice fell, the bartender shot again at the source of the voice.

"Bang bang bang!"

But at this moment, a bullet shot out of the window, accurately hitting the bartender's pistol, and a bullet hole was instantly punched in the holster.

Armor-piercing rounds!

The bartender had a serious expression, threw away the pistol and drew a short knife from his waist.

"Squeak~"

The glass door was pushed open, and John Wick walked in with a gun in one hand, and said again in his calm voice: "I don't want to kill a woman, put down the knife!"

The bartender said angrily, "Dream!"

After speaking, she raised her dagger and rushed forward.

"Hey!"

John sighed, put away his pistol, and went up to him with bare hands.

He bowed his waist, lowered his center of gravity, dodged to avoid the blade, and then shot quickly, holding the bartender's wrist holding the knife.

"Shhhhhhh!"

A puff of white smoke rose from the wrist.

The bartender felt chilly, and the next moment, she lost feeling in her wrist.

John took the opportunity to grab the knife and retreated a few steps.

The bartender looked down, a thin layer of ice appeared on his wrist, and the muscles deep in the skin were frozen, making him unable to exert any strength.

The bartender asked in surprise, "Are you also a superpower?"

John threw away the dagger, nodded and said, "Freeze! This is my superpower."

The bartender's face was extremely ugly.

She never imagined that this kind of fictional ability that only existed in movies and novels would explode within the clown organization.

Could it be that the clown organization has mastered a method for people to quickly obtain superpowers.

If this is true, there is really no hope for S.H.I.E.L.D., and the future of this world.

"What is the goal of the clown organization? You always kill innocent people indiscriminately, are you just looking for pleasure?"

While questioning, the bartender quickly passed the information to S.H.I.E.L.D. with the other hand hidden behind his back.

Her small movements were quickly noticed by John, and he shouted: "Ma'am, let go of your hand!"

The bartender's expression changed, and he immediately turned around and fled outside.

She knew that she was bound to die, but she hoped to pass on this important information before she died, so that her death would gain some value.

But as soon as she turned around, John followed and put his palm on her back.

In an instant, an extreme coldness came from the back, and then the skin all over his body was tingled.

Her running legs were getting slower and slower, and her fingers were getting stiffer as she quickly edited text messages.

After a few seconds, she was finally pinned in place, unable to move at all.

A thin layer of ice appeared all over her body, like an ice sculpture of ultra-modern art.

"Hey!"

With a sigh, John tore the communicator from her hand, threw it on the ground and crushed it.

………………

Clint drove the car out of the alley behind the bar.

But when he just appeared on the road, the car suddenly lost control.

The steering wheel suddenly turned to the left uncontrollably, and Clint couldn't turn it back with all his strength. At the same time, the car's accelerator was deeply sunk to the bottom, as if an invisible foot was stepping on him.

"Squeak squeak!!!"

The tires rubbed against the ground violently, making a screeching sound.

The car started to spin around crazily with the front of the car as the origin, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Clint was almost thrown out, he quickly grabbed the handrail to keep it stable, and stepped on the brakes hard.

"Shit! The brakes don't work!"

Clinton reached out and pulled out the car keys, but the car's engine was still running at high speed.

"Damn it!" He had a vague premonition in his heart.

Resisting a strong sense of dizziness, Clint smashed the car glass with his hand, then turned over and jumped out of the car.

The moment he landed, the car stopped turning, retreated a few meters, and then accelerated towards him.

Clint darted to the other side, narrowly avoiding being hit by the car.

But the car seemed to have locked him, and if it failed once, it adjusted its direction again and rushed towards him.

This time, instead of dodging, Clint drew an arrow, bowstring fully drawn, and shot it firmly into the car's engine.

Clint looked at the speeding car, lightly pressed the detonation button on the war bow, and the high explosive at the head of the arrow detonated instantly.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the ruthless flames engulfed the entire compartment, and the car was directly blown up to a height of several meters, and then hit the ground heavily.

The car was blown up and could no longer move.

Clint drew out the arrow, drew the bowstring fully, and looked around vigilantly.

The car will not lose control for no reason, let alone hit him actively.

There is only one explanation for all this. The Clowns are here!