Hearing Hawkeye's words, there was a sound of a small motor turning, and the figure in the chair slowly drove to the light.

At this time, everyone was able to see Baron Zemo's true appearance up close, which surprised them slightly.

"This ...... That's impossible! ”

Clint shouted, almost frightened.

Unlike the swaggering, high-spirited figure in the holographic projection, Zemo was paralyzed in a wheelchair with his neck completely crooked, a breathing tube inserted into his mouth through the lower part of the purple mask, pointing straight at the bronchi.

The only thing he could move in his body was a few fingers of his left hand, which he gently pressed on the special keyboard under his hand.

"You shouldn't have seen me like that."

Zemo's voice came from all directions, presumably because he recorded it on his computer while he was still moving, so that he could 'speak' normally afterwards.

"It's not what I envisioned." Clint clutched his bow and sat down by the wall in some distraction.

He traveled thousands of miles from Las Vegas to the X Weapons Factory, not to avenge an old man paralyzed in a wheelchair.

For revenge, he has abandoned his family for the past ten years and given up disciplining his daughter...

He should have killed Zemo, the master of crime in Hydra, the murderer who participated in the day of the hero's fall!

"No, you don't have to pity me, I am Baron Helmut Zemo, the thirteenth heir to a noble line, a great scientist of the Third Reich, son of Heinrich Zemo......"

The keypad was still ringing with his fingertips, but Hawkeye was already a little impatient, and he waved his hand, "Speaking of the main part, I don't want to hear your resume." ”

After a few seconds of pause, Zemo's voice on the computer sounded again: "You... A mongrel raised by the circus, humiliated me, took over the Thunder Agents I founded..."

"But you still won in the end, and the Thunder Agents were yours in the end, and they betrayed us in Las Vegas." Clint, leaning against the wall, said indifferently.

"No, damn it, you won. Maybe it's because of my noble bloodline, I had a stroke, and I'm the one who needs to breathe through a tube! ”

There was a clear hint of anger in the computer-synthesized voice.

"I've dreamed of revenge all these years, but it seems that the years have taken a step ahead." Clint sighed and shook his head.

He had no interest in this old thing, which had lost all his dignity.

"No, I'm still Baron Zemo, and even the Red Skull doesn't know about me." As if sensing that Hawkeye was leaving, those fingers began to tap frantically on the keyboard.

"And what are you? I've been watching you ever since we kept you alive in Las Vegas, you're a failed husband, a failed father, a failed hero......"

"You recently got glaucoma checked out and you're going to be blind soon..."

"So you're not allowed to despise Zemo with your remaining sight before you leave!"

"I've never looked at you like that!" Hawkeye let out a roar of rage, turning to aim at Baron Zemo, the arrow in his hand shooting out like lightning.

He drew and shot the arrow at a rapid pace, and the exhilarating sensation almost made him think he was back in his twenty-year-old body.

A few seconds later, Baron Zemo was jammed with dozens of arrows, bleeding profusely, but each arrow missed the fatal spot, and the snorkel was still working hard trying to get the last bit of oxygen into his dying body.

Clint grabbed the last arrow in his quiver, walked over to Baron Zemo, listened to the sound of the difficult flow of air in his trachea, and lowered his head and said hoarsely:

"But that's what I see you now, you #@%&#* brute."

Without saying a word more, he slashed Baron Zemo's breathing tube with an arrow, witnessing the death of this noble descendant of the Third Reich from blood loss and suffocation.

The crowd stared silently at Baron Zemo's corpse, and no one felt sorry for him, although his death would not solve all problems,

But this is undoubtedly a good start for a wasteland that has been in chaos for decades.

"You've avenged them."

Bai Ye said calmly, stepping forward and patting Hawkeye on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Clint stood still, looking at Zemo in his wheelchair gradually losing his life, his thoughts shuttling through time and space, thinking back to the Avengers who died in front of him, and for a while he had mixed feelings.

After a long silence, he said slowly, "Yes." ”

"But that's not all, right? We're going to have to kill every villain in this world that's still alive. ”

Hearing this, Bai Ye nodded, then walked out of the room with Hawkeye and said, "We'll do it, but I need you and Wanda to clean up all the hydras inside the base now." ”

"Then we'll think about it in the long run."

After watching Clint take a deep breath and Wanda paced deeper into the hallway, Bai Ye smiled and beckoned to the bald scientist in his place, motioning for the other party to come in.

"What's your name?"

"Walter, sir, my name is Walter."

Upon hearing the questioning, the scientist hurriedly replied that he walked into the control room with the box in his arms and jumped a few steps to keep himself from stepping on Zemo's blood.

"Walter?" Bai Ye's face was a little strange when he heard the bald scientist wearing transparent glasses report his name.

He took the box from the other hand and asked, "Have you ever won the Nobel Prize in Chemistry?" ”

"Nobel Prize?" Hearing this, Walter shook his head, which also made Bai Ye breathe a sigh of relief.

But then he said something that made the corners of Bai Ye's mouth twitch wildly: "That's the old yellow calendar from decades ago. ”

"But I won the Red Skull Prize for Science and Technology in Chemistry from the Capital Wasteland, and they said it was heavier than the Nobel Prize that year."

The corners of Bai Ye's mouth stiffened perfunctorily: "Hmm... Right. ”

In a sense, this Walter is indeed right, a civilian scientist who can be self-taught in the wasteland of Etiquette and is qualified to participate in the development of Super Soldier Serum is indeed very valuable......

But that's not the point, the point is that Walter's sense of déjà vu is too strong, is he some otherdimensional isotope of Breaking Bad......

"Do you have cancer?"

"No, I'm very healthy."

Listening to Walter's categorical answer, Bai Ye sighed: "Okay." ”

The little details didn't matter, what mattered was the contents of the box, which he placed on the countertop and gently opened the buckle to open.

Ninety-nine tubes of green potions lay silently inside.

"Is this ......?" He looked to Walter, who was proud to see his product.

The latter confidently raised his head, his big bald head looked a little dazzling under the illumination of the light, and said proudly:

"A half-finished product of a super soldier serum."