"I said, where are we going?" Clint, who was standing by the porthole, asked habitually by touching his head, but now he was wearing power armor, and he couldn't figure it out at all, and could only make a clattering sound of metal colliding.

Outside the window, the sky was already dark, and the sun was slowly rising from the edge of the horizon, casting a ray of morning light on the aircraft shuttling under the clouds.

They had left the artisan's shelter an hour earlier, and when they got on the plane, they told the pilot to drive without telling anyone else where they were going.

Now that Hawkeye has been injected with serum, his fighting spirit and patience are far higher than ordinary people, even if he doesn't sleep for a few days, but Wanda has already leaned back in the chair and yawned with her little hands over her mouth.

"Josie's bar, you used to go to places where you didn't pay for drinks."

Bai Ye, who was communicating with the AI in the Hulkbulk mech, replied casually that he was thinking about combining some of the information he knew and the information in the mecha database.

"What? Superhero things can be called non-payable." Clint blushed with an old face, took off his helmet and argued, his mouth was full of words such as borrowing or stealing, and bookkeeping was not called not giving, and the cabin was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

Listening to the movement behind him, Bai Ye smiled, looked at the white thin clouds outside the window, and fell into deep thought again.

Josie's bar, in the 616 universe, is a small bar opened in a simple hell's kitchen, where there are often small characters from various gangs gangs gangs or illegal deals, and the owner is an old blonde woman named Josie.

In this Twilight Wolf universe, the location of the bar has moved from New York to the wilderness of Wyoming, and the owner has become the original patron of the bar, Tek Barrett.

It was an unknown black gangster who had fought a few fights with Daredevil, and his highest achievement in his life was a brief encounter with a soul gem, and then he was taken away by Doctor Strange.

Of course, this guy doesn't matter, what matters is the Ant-Man helmet in the hands of his little nephew, Dwight Barrett.

A few years later, after his uncle's death, Dwight Barrett used a restored Ant-Man helmet to control ants, so he blocked a bridge to collect tolls, killing at least one of the bridge's holes.

In the comics, the importance of the Ant-Man helmet is much lower than that of the MCU Cinematic Universe, where the helmet is mainly used to protect the chemical balance in the user's brain and prevent the person from turning a person into a puddle of rotten meat after activating the suit.

But in the comics, the Pym particle is not as dangerous as in the movie, and you can just pour a tube of Pym Particles directly on your head and change the size of the pym, after all, that's what Hank Pym did in the first place.

And in some emergency situations, he can even transform into a bird walk naked without the help of a battle uniform

In addition, in the comics, Scott Lang's daughter, Casey, can become a giant without a uniform due to prolonged exposure to Pym particles.

"Gentlemen, here we are!" The driver in the cab turned his head and shouted, interrupting Bai Ye's thoughts, who shrugged his shoulders and said to Hawkeye, "Let's go." ”

The aircraft slowly stopped in the air, the hatch opened, and a ray of light came out, reflecting the two figures hanging in the air, Bai Ye was wearing the silver-white anti-Hulk mecha, and the figure of Hawkeye wearing Thunder Power Armor stood side by side at the hatch.

After glancing at each other, the two jumped off together impartially, the wind whistling in their ears. They overlooked the wilderness above ground, a tranquil and expansive expanse, dotted with small bars in the distance, like an oasis of solitude.

A few later, the two figures smashed on the ground like cannonballs, and they were instantly smashed out of a deep pit. Dirt and rocks are splashed and dusty.

The door of the small bar was quietly opened, and out came an old black man with gray hair, who walked out with a double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and did not forget to turn his head into the room and shout, "Damn it! Stop fiddling with your helmet, Dwight! Find a place to hide. ”

It was clear from his tone that the man named Dwight seemed to behave strangely on a regular basis, so much so that he was a little surprised.

The black man with the shotgun didn't see clearly in the dust at first, however, when he gradually recognized the huge mechs and power armor figures, his legs couldn't help but start to tremble.

His lips trembled slightly, trying to say something, but his voice seemed to be stuck, and his eyes kept shuttling between the Hulktowers and Power Mechs, as if trying to find an escape route.

"Don't pee, Turk, it's me, Hawkeye!" Raising his hand to shake away the dust in front of him, Clint shouted loudly and walked towards the shivering old black man, and the sound of hydraulic bearings running echoed in the power armor.

"Hawkeye?"

Turk blinked, pressing the muzzle of his shotgun down slightly, he hadn't intended to defend himself with this thing.

"Yes, it's me, our boss has something to talk about." Hawkeye, who was a lot taller than the black man because he was wearing power armor, walked to the door of the bar and said that he was about to step in, and then he retracted his feet, he was too big.

Talk to me?

Hearing this, Turk turned his head to look at the Hulk mecha that was walking towards him, its towering body almost completely obscuring the morning sun in the distance, leaving him with only a shadow cast.

This made Tek, who had just seen his acquaintance a little relaxed, suddenly swallowed his saliva again and became nervous.

Hawkeye's old customers over the years are not good at stubble, smuggling mutant growth hormone strictly forbidden by the president, and it is not a problem to kill people, set fires, sell drugs, and kill people.

What good can it be like the boss in charge of these businesses to come to him?

Thinking about it, he felt his legs and stomach turn again, and he almost fell to his knees.

"Long story short, I'm not here to intimidate you or what to do with you, let's talk about conditions." Bai Ye didn't open the helmet directly, but said directly through the loudspeaker.

"Ah, you say it." The old black man with gray temples put away the gun in his hand and looked at the metal giant in front of him with some apprehension.

"I want to think about 10,000 yuan, how about buying your nephew's Ant-Man helmet, plus settling the money Clint Patton owes you for drink?"

"What? It's not going to work." Hawkeye, who was trying to shrink his head and squeeze into the bar, heard this, and quickly turned his head to say, but looking at the head of the Hulk-thrust mecha, he shrank his neck again and didn't say anything.

The old black man patted his head, his expression changed from fear to lightheartedness, and he laughed a little flatteringly, "Eh, what a big deal do I think it is. You can send someone to send a message for this little thing. ”

With that, he threw down his gun and trotted back to the tavern, pushing the old thing in the golden power armor on the way, and the bar door frame was nearly crushed by him.

Ant-Man's helmet was bought from the black market two years ago and used as a toy for his nephew, so it's useless, don't do it, now that our family has money, why don't you have it?

Let's buy my nephew another set of "Doctor Doom and His Four Defeated Men" building block toys, I heard that it is quite popular on the side of the falling hammer.

(End of chapter)