Chapter 65: The Twilight Eagle Returns to the Nest
"I'm leaving! Tonya, take care of Ashley for me, do you hear? β
In the garage, Clint took off his satchel and handed it to a middle-aged black woman who looked a little obese.
Tonya didn't say anything, took the satchel and opened it with a suspicious expression, and then opened her mouth wide in shock.
Inside are rolls and rolls of old banknotes, looking at the amount of 100,000 yuan, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to get so much money in the wasteland world.
"Where did you get all this money? You're going toβ" Tonya was a little speechless.
"Your ex-husband was still an avenger back then." Hawkeye put on a pair of sunglasses, waved his hand, walked to a red convertible SUV, closed the door with a clang, and shouted to the passengers in the car:
"You know what this thing is, don't you? A spider car that can climb on the wall like Peter Parker! I won it more than ten years ago from the Manchurians! β
At this time, the Punisher, Quicksilver, and Scarlet Witch were all sitting in the back seat, but fortunately, the car was spacious, so that the three of them could sit comfortably.
Petro sat in the back seat and writhed, looking a little uncomfortable, and he said with a strange expression, "I know, Parker and Thunderbolt made it together... Only, don't you have an eye disease? β
"Why are you in the driver's seat?"
"Huh?" Hawkeye lowered his glasses in half, looked back at Quicksilver and said in surprise, "Am I not your guide?" I'm going to have to open it. β
During the conversation, Ultron walked to the car, red energy particles flashed in his mouth, and he looked at Hawkeye and said, "Mr. Barton, according to my database calculations, if you go on this trip for revenge, the chance of coming back alive will not exceed ten percent. β
Just as Clint was about to say something, Ultron pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to him, "Amulet." β
It was a small metal pendant with the letter A, rusty, and looked old.
He fell silent, nodded slowly after a long moment, and hung it in the rearview mirror.
Then, laughing again, he pointed to the passengers in the back seat, "Didn't take the variables into account, buddy." β
The metal head tilted its head, for some reason.
As soon as you step on the accelerator, the engine roars instantly. Hawkeye twisted the steering wheel, and the red SUV rushed out of the garage like lightning and shuttled through the street, scaring the surrounding pedestrians into scurrying away.
Driving out of Hammer City, Bai Ye, who was sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at the Maderox Gang's jeep that had been thrown outside the city before, and the thing had now been dismantled by the wastelanders and only a shelf.
And just like that, there are still people working up and down with cutters, and I don't know if they plan to sell the remaining scrap iron for money or what.
He turned his head and said to the eagle-eyed man with a spring breeze: "First go east to the Hulklands, then go up straight through it, and finally go to Canada to find Zemo, remember?" β
"Of course, I've gone down this road to find Logan's old thing a hundred and eighty times, just to beg him to help, and guess what?"
Clint flicked his sunglasses and continued:
"He said that he is now an honest farmer who pays rent, and does not play any superhero tricks."
"Wolverine, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, a tough guy who bombed him with a nuclear bomb and threw him from a height of 10,000 meters and didn't admit it, what did they do to him forty years ago?"
Bai Ye's eyes were intently staring at a group of bird-like dragons who were running with the car dozens of meters away, those things were bought and raised by some idle people who had nothing to do from the wild land, but they found that they couldn't afford to raise them and released them.
"Scrap him."
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A small, dilapidated farm stands like an island in the middle of the wilderness, surrounded by dry dry land, and the land is deeply cracked and lifeless.
The mountains are tall and steep in the distance, covered with weeds and stones.
There was a small pigsty next to the house that looked like it could barely be called a residence, and a dozen pigs were raised.
Next to the pigsty, there stood an old man with gray hair, wearing an old trench coat, staring at the pigs with a blank face, carrying a bucket of feed in his hand, and slowly pouring the feed into the trough of the pigsty.
The boy in the cap quietly walked up to the old man, looked a little nervous, and whispered to the old man, "Dad, those beasts are coming." β
"Go inside and stay with your mom and your sister and don't look outside, Scott, and don't let them hear you, that's all Banner's seed, and his temper isn't good."
The old man put down the feed bucket as he spoke, reached out and touched his son's head, and turned his head to look west, as if waiting for something.
He gave his son the same name as his deceased friend, Scott.
But he didn't know if he was doing it to remember his deceased friend or to forget who Scott was.
As soon as the boy turned around and entered the house, a dilapidated four-seater flew in from a distance, its appearance had been badly eroded by the years, and its fuselage was covered with rust and scratches.
The large number 4 logo on the aircraft has become blurred and almost unrecognizable, replaced by a large line of green letters - "Banner".
The aircraft exuded an aura of lack of confidence, the engine hissed, and finally landed less than two meters in front of the old man.
Two green-skinned men with a height of nearly two and a half meters jumped off the aircraft, and their muscles were knotted.
One of the men with Matt's hairstyle and an iron nail collar around his neck leaned against the face of the old man who was half his body shorter, a large and a small eyeball staring at him deadly, and the corners of his mouth were grinning, revealing yellow rotten teeth: "Wolverine." β
"Just call Logan."
The old man lowered his head and did not look directly at him.
"This month's rent should be paid the day before yesterday, what do you mean?"
"The money for selling the pig has not been given by the Abel family, and I have no money in hand now, so I will pay it together next month."
The eyes of the man who killed Matt were even more fierce, and he asked word by word: "It means that there is no rent this month?" β
"Yes." Logan replied, still not looking at him.
The man who killed Matt looked into the room, smiled and put his mouth close to the old man's ear, and whispered, "It's your family inside?" β
Logan didn't look back, but he knew that his wife and children were looking at him worriedly through the window.
They should listen to themselves.
He finally raised his head and looked at the pair of green eyes, "Pay next month, don't talk about my wife and children." β
The man who killed Matt laughed when he heard the old man's answer.
"Cheng, then you understand the consequences of not paying this month's rent, right?" He said, mocking in his voice.
The old man replied expressionlessly: "I know." β
His gaze was fixed on the raised fist of the green-skinned man, and he said calmly:
"Please uncle, please fight."
The green fist slammed into Logan's face with a dull thud. The green tendons on the fist bulging because of the force were clearly visible, and the old man's face instantly surged with blood.