Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 181 The Eagle Meets the Black Panther

The silence inside the cage remained. They could still seem to hear the cheers of countless people outside the walls celebrating the bloody massacre, but for everyone in the cell, it was undoubtedly the clarion call of death.

Because they all knew they might be next. These days, they had certainly heard of some of the execution methods, but they couldn't guarantee what they would encounter. Dinosaurs might be a minor matter; if they encountered a few ruthless supervillains, they might not even be able to get a quick death.

Hawkeye, old to the bone, only hoped that he could protect his lovely daughter a little before he died, even though Ashley didn't care about him at all.

Now I'm not sure how much use I'll have with my failing eyesight from glaucoma. I probably won't even be able to beat my own daughter.

Amidst the commotion, a shout rang out, and a man, draped in a tattered sack and completely covered from head to toe, entered under the escort of soldiers. He was rather tall, and his exposed arms revealed a muscular physique.

Hawkeye, who had been trying to make his daughter laugh, also noticed the man at that moment—

Yes, it was definitely a man. He could guarantee that he had walked that powerful, swaying gait long ago.

But it was actually just the most confident stride among their superheroes, and it seems to be the same now.

"Who's that guy?"

Aisley seemed a little curious as well, since every prisoner here was timid and hesitant when facing the soldiers.

Even those dressed in superhero costumes aren't real superheroes; they're just mustering their courage to put up a little resistance, but it's not very effective at first.

This man, completely covered by a thick burlap sack, would send any soldiers behind him trying to intimidate him flying with his strong back. He would then give them a fierce look that was impossible to see, and the murderous aura he exuded was something these little guys couldn't handle.

"Go in. It's really strange that someone would come to your door these days."

They slammed the gate shut with a "bang," and looking at the guy locked up behind the fence, the soldiers finally calmed down. After all, this guy was really too fierce; he had killed eight of them and even chopped off their leader's head.

But then they just surrendered without a fight?

Honestly, they felt it was a bit unreal that this opportunity had come to them, but who cared? Only after putting handcuffs and shackles on the man did they dare to safely lock him up, this fierce man who was like a leopard.

As for why the other party wanted to cover up their appearance so thoroughly, they didn't know either, but who cares.

As luck would have it, the cell where this person was brought in was the same one that Hawkeye and his own adopted daughter were in.

To the two men's surprise, the person did not continue to face them in the same posture after entering. At least according to Eagle Eye's perception, the person's fierce aura seemed to sweep over the two of them and then disappear.

A guy who still seems to have some morals.

This is Hawkeye's assessment of the other party.

Meanwhile, Hawkeye, who was still obsessed with his so-called superhero team, surprisingly started to talk to them.

Because he felt that as a veteran superhero, he had a responsibility to properly educate the next generation. Although his own children were already ruined, it didn't stop him from continuing to entice the young people in front of him into the world of superheroes, at least to prevent them from becoming super scoundrels.

"Hey friend, where are you from?"

Upon hearing this, the person whose head was covered by burlap and whose voice was muffled seemed to turn their head slightly, as the position of their covered head shifted.

"They came from a very far place."

The other party didn't reject Hawkeye's advances, which pleased him somewhat. It seemed his old face was still quite useful; only his own daughter was disobedient.

"Oh. So how did you end up being arrested?"

"Those bastards were despicable, I killed their leader."

"Yeah, that's right, it's really awful. There are too many awful people these days."

Hawkeye cheered inwardly. It was true. So the other party had already embarked on the path of a hero, only a tiny bit short. All he needed was a push from him. There was absolutely no need to prevent the other party from falling into depravity.

"I have a question. Is your name Clint Barton?"

Hawkeye, who had been completely relaxed, instantly went on high alert upon hearing the question. He began to back away like a startled cat, while an awkward smile appeared on his face.

"How could that be? I've never heard of this name before."

Honestly, given his past incident, Hawkeye now thinks that if someone is using this name to look for someone, it's more likely to be an enemy, not a hero.

What a joke.

Did he waste all those decades? He'd already searched for all those heroes long ago.

I've never seen this guy before, so hot-blooded and full of murderous intent, like a feline.

Unfortunately, the person in front of him didn't seem to like Hawkeye's answer.

He slowly stood up and extended his shackled hands in front of Hawkeye and his daughter. Under Ashley's incredulous gaze, he slightly pulled his hands apart.

"Pfft!"

The shackles, originally made of steel, were torn in two like putty without any resistance. When he reached for the shackles on his feet, he pulled them outwards, and the chains broke into several pieces.

Super Soldier!!

This was the first thought in Hawkeye's head.

On Earth today, anyone with such power is a ruthless character, especially those bastards from the Hulk gang!

"Clint Barton, have you moved to a different universe? Now you don't even dare to call yourself a hero?"

When his unrestrained, mature, and magnetic voice rang out at that moment, accompanied by a muffled thunderclap from beyond the sky, Clint felt as if the Hulk's huge hand had been kneading his head several times and then shoving it into the mud and stomping on it twice.

"How is this possible? How is this possible? Could it be?"

Under Hawkeye's almost pleading gaze, the man in front of him pulled off his hood, and as the burlap lining was thrown to the ground, a man appeared, dressed in a familiar black tight-fitting uniform, with dark skin, a refined demeanor, and resolute eyes.

"T'Challa! You're still alive?!"

Hawkeye was both delighted and surprised, and even wanted to go up and hug the other person, and give them a good kiss to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

He had imagined this scene in his dreams countless times, but unfortunately, he never succeeded.

But T'Challa didn't continue speaking. Instead, he raised his head, seemingly listening to the thunder still booming outside the window.

"It's not just me, Clint. There are many others."

In this world, we may have already perished, but in other worlds, we may still survive.

And now, if you still have that courage, hold onto it.

Eagle stared at the octagonal stone T'Challa was handing him, which seemed to have a dog pattern on it?

He, who once unconditionally trusted his former teammates, tentatively reached out his hand, but then withdrew it, because his arrogance had led to the rebellion of the Thunder special forces, a consequence he was unaware of.

But when he met the man's eyes again, he didn't hold back this time and put his hand on the man's body.

However, as he grasped the stone, a new power began to surge into his body. As his old organs began to explode as if they had just drunk gasoline, he suddenly felt his previously decaying body come alive.

came back.

His youth! His strength! It's all back!!

That wasn't all. Just as he was about to show off his skills, several screams of pain rang out. The door that they had kept tightly shut was suddenly kicked open by something, and an unbelievable purple figure jumped in, holding a brand new bow and arrow.

"Hey, Black Panther, where are you?"

"I'm here, Katie."

When the second Hawkeye, carrying his own bow and arrows along with the bow and arrows he had picked up from his mentor's wasteland universe, walked up to T'Challa, T'Challa instantly and imposingly wrapped his left foot tightly around him with the distribution of the nano-core on his Black Panther suit. Then, with a swipe of his claws, he sliced ​​the steel in front of him into several pieces.

Hawkeye was still looking at Katie in disbelief. Although they were from different universes, some of her signature gestures, eyes, and appearances remained unchanged.

When T'Challa took the bow and arrows that Katie had brought, he threw them directly at the old man behind him.

"Let me see how your skills have improved after all these years."

Tears welled up in Hawkeye's eyes as he caught the bow and arrow T'Challa tossed to him, just like back then.

"They get smarter with age!"

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