Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 115 No, this is not S.H.I.E.L.D.
  "I said, you can't pull something useful out of this woman, can you?"

Hawkeye didn't think that Terry had any inappropriate thoughts about touching an unconscious woman, because he had already seen that expression that was not astringent but like a treasure hunt.

Once again, he thought about his old buddy's eagle eyes, which made him worried, and he looked at Terry through the rearview mirror with an angry look on his face.

"Please let her go. This woman is wearing a dress that can't even cover her buttocks. If you pull it down again, you'll be exposing something that shouldn't be seen by a minor like you!"

"That's not necessarily the case!"

Terry took his hand out from under Erica's vagina and showed Hawkeye the purple-red corset that was pulled out with a look of excitement on his face.

Hawkeye's pupils narrowed visibly.

abnormal!
  Clint felt that he couldn't find any other word that was more suitable to describe Terry except this.

Then he saw Terry holding up the belt that still contained the female killer's body odor and patting it on his chest. After a familiar damn pixelation, the piece of underwear blended into Terry's chest.

"Seriously, you make me feel a little sick, young man."

Great!
  Although most of the descriptions of this new accessory without any attribute bonuses are actually skills that can be mastered through real-life training, the double jump is enough to make Terry feel satisfied.

In fact, SHIELD collected Harold's criminal evidence as early as the day after finding out Iron Fist's identity, and just waited for a suitable opportunity to throw it out for use.

New accessories and props!

It's a pity. If Erica didn't pretend to be the female model next to Harold, but actually put on a normal outfit, Terry would probably gain more.

Terry, who had made a large space for himself, triumphantly assumed a comfortable sitting posture and inspected the trophy he had just obtained.

'You can now climb and sprint. ’

"Turner has found evidence of Harold's crime, and Danny can get his family's company back in no time."

After a moment, a tone of surprise sounded in the car.

This kid was too weird, and his train of thought was interrupted.

Now three of the seven accessory slots have been filled. If we put aside the habit of leaving the last slot for flying props, then Terry probably only needs to come into contact with three more plot characters with names and equipment, which is almost the end. I have put together my first set of mixed and matched accessories.

"Cough cough!"

He is worthy of being a famous plot character.

‘Equipable, material. ’

After Terry retorted, he waved his hand indifferently, then picked up the unconscious Erica and put her in a posture similar to that of a newborn baby with hands and feet together, and finally put the ball together. The balled up female killer pushed into the corner on the other side of the back seat.

"Let go of your prejudices and you will become stronger, old man."

Clint raised one hand from the steering wheel, pretended to click on the headset, and tilted his head, as if he was listening to something.

‘Ninja belt. ’

Nick's coughing sound reached Hawkeye's ears through the headset. The latter's expression changed, and then he glanced at the rearview mirror with some resentment.

With his brain spinning rapidly, Hawkeye quickly reimagined a topic entry point.

‘You gain the ability to swim underwater, and you gain greater impact resistance and fall resistance. ’

'Your jump height has been increased and you can now double jump. ’

Terry, who knew this well, also showed a happy expression in cooperation, and then appropriately revealed his doubts.

"Harold is easy to deal with, but what about this female killer? Should he be locked up in a small dark room in the Midtown Laboratory for torture?"

嘢？
  How can this guy pick up the topic I want to talk about so smoothly?

Hawkeye raised his head and saw Terry in the rearview mirror looking at him with a half-smiling look.

In the headset, Nick's voice sounded again: "This kid is not as honest as his appearance. He should have already begun to doubt whether you have some hidden identity. There is no need to continue acting like this, just bring him here."

Hawkeye clicked his tongue, nodded slightly, turned the steering wheel in his hand, and turned the direction of the vehicle.     “When did you start to doubt it?”

"From the time I said I was only willing to give you two hundred dollars per class for your bow and arrow skills class, to the time you suddenly told me and Spider-Man that you are actually very rich."

Terry added a reasonable patch to his skeptical logic.

Hawkeye was a little annoyed and slapped the horn on the steering wheel angrily. The off-road vehicle speeding on the road made a dull whistle.

"Why, can't I look like a rich man?!"

“Oh, I don’t mean to belittle your professionalism, but—

When I was most miserable, I was begging on the street, and I would never dress like a nouveau riche just to prove that I had money in my pocket.

I have been poor and rich, but I can only see the temperament of poverty in you. "

Terry was referring to the custom-made casual clothes that Hawkeye wore when he showed up at the Midtown Laboratory, and the naked eye could smell the smell of money.

That thing can scare Spider-Man. It's hard to say whether Danny, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, has any doubts about the Midtown Laboratory.

It's just that Iron Fist is usually too taciturn, and I don't know if he is really cultivating his mind, or if he just likes to hide his thoughts.

Hawkeye was a little silent. In fact, the clothes were not even real luxury goods, but a temporary set made by SHIELD using some kind of technology that could look real.

Then he no longer tried to hide it, but complained openly into the headset: "Did you hear that, boss, if you want me to play a rich man, try to pay me as much as possible."

"I thought you regarded money as dirt. I reminded you every time you talked back to me."

Nick in the headset said calmly.

"No, I am..."

Hawkeye turned around, took off the headset, and pointed it in Terry's direction: "Last time you were only willing to pay me two hundred dollars for tuition. After I rejected your move, could you please help me use an Eastern proverb to summarize this move? Behavior."

"You won't give up for five buckets of rice, right? Probably?"

Terry looked at the headset, suddenly looking forward to whether he might be able to touch something valuable after meeting the world-famous Nick Fury.

Hawkeye nodded with satisfaction, put the headset back, and said in a arrogant tone, "Did you hear that?"

"Your salary will be reduced by half next year this month. I have a year to slowly figure out how to find a valid reason for this."

"Don't eat the sour radish!"

Another twenty minutes passed, and under Terry's increasingly expectant eyes, the off-road vehicle was driven into the underground garage of an ordinary-looking office building by Eagle Eye.

One of them carried Harold, the other carried Erica. Terry followed Hawkeye's footsteps into the elevator of the underground garage.

Just when Terry was secretly wondering how many underground floors SHIELD's base would be built, an awkward pushing feeling on his back made his expression change drastically.

This is not a downward movement, but a translation?
  Wait, why is the speed getting faster and faster?
  Seeing Hawkeye expertly pressing one hand against the wall to stabilize his body, Terry had to start borrowing force to make himself stand more stable.

After an unknown amount of time, a livid-faced Terry finally waited until this thing that looked like an elevator but was actually a subway car slowed down.

He reluctantly turned his head and glanced at the person next to him. It was obvious that the other person also had a lump in his throat and clenched his teeth, but he was just holding on.

As the elevator door on the other side slowly opened, a middle-aged white man with gray hair on his temples was looking at them with an incomprehensible expression, his hands behind his back.

Before the middle-aged man could speak, Terry stumbled out first, threw the female killer away, bent down and opened his mouth: "Ugh——"

“It seems there is room for improvement in our transportation methods.”

The middle-aged man smiled: "Welcome to the Science and Strategy Defense Bureau."

Terry vomited a large puddle, and before he could wipe the corner of his mouth, he raised his head: "What do you think this place is called?"

(End of this chapter)