Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 185 The Villain Being Hunted

The hero's journey continues.

As T'Challa prepared to continue exploring the world and take down some villains to save it, an old man looked at him with pleading eyes like a stray kitten, which really drove this young man to the brink of a breakdown.

No, Hawkeye, when did you become so shameless?

T'Challa frowned slightly; he found it hard to believe that the proud shooter of yesteryear could have become like this.

But for an old man, face is nothing. He has already lost all face. At this moment, he really just wants to throw himself back into the life of a hero. He is willing to fight to the death for it. He is willing to risk everything!

Really.

Hawkeye, considering the old man's advanced age, was about to say something more.

But after Hawkeye held up the strange magical gadget T'Challa had given him, he ultimately lost.

He suddenly felt a little resentful of his past self.

The original idea was to reignite the fighting spirit of the person in front of me, but little did I expect that the other party had never lost their fighting spirit and was always eager to fight.

Even after Hawkeye practically begged to join the team, the heroes continued exploring the world, determined to find a villain and take him down, just like before. It was that simple.

Of course they have the confidence.

Even without a strategic player like Thor, they still have a little Spider-Man who wields Thor's hammer and uses Thor's power!

Hawkeye also understands that many powerful veteran villains have retired during this period.

They grew old and died.

If that's the case, what are they afraid of?

T'Challa also has his own unique characteristics. He certainly understands what Han Lu said to Thor and the words of comfort she offered when she sent him. He also has other trump cards up his sleeve if the other party leaves.

He touched the rune on his left hand again.

Although the way the chanting is done is a bit strange, it is still a kind of power, isn't it?

However, while the heroes were pondering how to leave this place, Hawkeye led them to the garage with a grin and ripped off the awning in front of them, revealing the gleaming Spider-Man vehicle underneath.

After catching a glimpse of his possible daughter from afar, the old Spider-Man's somewhat melancholy eyes gradually brightened, just like the little Spider-Man beside him.

Both Spider-Men saw the familiar spider pattern and the bright red and blue color scheme on the Spider-Vehicle at the same time.

"Let me make this clear beforehand! This car was left to me by Peter Parker; I didn't steal it!"

Looking at Hawkeye's sincere expression, everyone found it a bit funny. They didn't care what the heroes of this world had done in the past; it was just a means of transportation.

Everyone eagerly squeezed in. Although it was a chariot, there was still a little bit of space for six people.

After letting the girl sit in the passenger seat first, Hawkeye, despite having glaucoma, insisted on taking the driver's seat and embarking on his journey with this new group of heroes!

We want to tell all the villains on this land that the hero has returned!

……

But as they left the city, a strange old man in a trench coat, who seemed to be blind in one eye, arrived on his motorcycle with two swords sticking out of his mouth.

He kicked the kickstand of the motorcycle and, like a private detective, stepped with great interest into the battlefield, which was now a mess after being battered and bruised by a group of heroes the day before.

The good news is that a new leader has not yet been truly chosen on this bloody battlefield, which makes it somewhat difficult for the old man to carry out his work.

"I need to know some information, such as what happened in the past few days, the more details the better."

The old man appeared exceptionally elegant, but beneath that elegant gaze lay a madness capable of burning everything, but unfortunately, these young thugs were completely oblivious to it.

"Hey, old man! Don't go looking for trouble here. We're already pretty hot-tempered."

Seeing several burly men approaching them angrily, these men, who were preparing to elect a new ruler, were extremely annoyed by this troublemaker. They didn't know how he had gotten into their office. Were all his underlings outside dead?

"Hey, tell me we solved it in the simplest way possible, didn't we?"

The old man turned the toothpick he was holding in his mouth around and obediently raised his hands, seemingly to surrender. But before the group of burly men could react, he suddenly spat out the toothpick, which incredibly pierced the eye of one of the men in front of him, causing him to fall to the ground in pain.

The old man turned the toothpick he was holding in his mouth around and obediently raised his hands, seemingly to surrender. But before the group of burly men could react, he suddenly spat out the toothpick, which incredibly pierced the eye of one of the men in front of him, causing him to fall to the ground in pain.

At the same time, he casually pulled out several playing cards from his pocket. As he swung the simple cards, they sliced ​​through the air like sharp blades, instantly drawing several incredible arcs in the air, and in an arc, directly pierced the shoulders of each man in front of him.

After he had played all his cards, the ground was already a scene of carnage and blood.

That is, the first man who was injured in the eye by him with a toothpick and fell down. Apart from him, everyone else had already died.

"Look, we can talk some more. If you want a quicker resolution."

The old man, like a nimble cat, stepped onto the young man's chest, but at that moment, the young man noticed the conspicuous target-like tattoo on the old man's forehead.

"I know you, I know you, you're the Red Skull's secret assassin! Who are you?"

The old man put his index finger to the man's lips and shushed him.

Tell me what I want, or I'll poke another eye out of you.

The young man, whose left eye was gradually becoming bloodshot and he could barely see, dared not speak carelessly anymore. He quickly began to recount everything that had happened yesterday in detail.

But after he finished speaking, the old man fell into a manic smile, like a pirate who had found the treasure he wanted.

"Ah, I found it! I finally found it! That Red Skull guy was right! This is mine! This belongs to me!!!"

As he made his self-declaration, the old man eagerly headed back the way he came, while the young man finally breathed a sigh of relief, at least he had saved his life, hadn't he?

But to his surprise, as the office door that the old man pushed open swayed back and forth, the corpse lying on the ground amidst patches of blood undoubtedly pierced every nerve of his heart.

If he remembered correctly, this secret assassin usually didn't want to leave any survivors, since it was too much trouble, wasn't it?

By the time the old man had fully emerged, he had already jumped onto his motorcycle, put on his cool motorcycle helmet, and with a push of his foot, he instantly floored the accelerator, roaring away and leaving only the fireworks that were beginning to explode behind him.

"Run, heroes! Bullseye's coming for you!!"