Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 231 Strange Strategy
He didn't know how many times he raised the compound bow in his hand, but Clint suddenly felt a sharp pain like a needle prick in his bicep, so that he had to put down the weapon, then clenched his fist and shook it. My arms were already a little numb.

"It's so disgusting, these things, but fortunately not all of these things can simulate Peter's body functions. Ninety-nine percent of the irregular life forms appear to be in slow motion in my eyes."

Things like this that do not take physical damage are actually not difficult to deal with. After all, SHIELD has a so-called 'king', or main body, of irregular lifeforms in its hands, and there are a large number of samples to extract. Research.

For the latter's special life form, a kind of explosive chemical arrow that can quickly extract water has been specially processed. Coupled with the airlift of supplies by drones, Hawkeye can guard a commanding height alone and kill everything that appears within his sight. All monsters.

That is to say, this is a city. Otherwise, just get a helicopter and spray special chemicals all over the city and streets like pesticides. It would be easy to deal with these things that seem to be very weak at the moment.

"If these black things continue to riot, the upper management of S.H.I.E.L.D. will probably relent soon. By then, some special bullets will be processed in large quantities, and the military's intervention will also ease the offensive."

Hawkeye looked up and saw that he was mainly responsible for killing those irregular beings that had acquired a certain size after acquiring a certain amount of energy and could simulate irregular life forms such as cats and dogs.

He couldn't control the remaining ones the size of snakes, insects, rats, and ants. They moved slowly anyway, so the threat was not high for the time being.

"A little strange?"

Just now he had just been focused on killing, killing, killing, and it was only now that he could barely take a breath, and Clint vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"Maybe you caught this damn disease from Peter when you were sparring with him some time ago. Why are you here? I remember that I didn't ask for support. I can handle this situation."

Those little things that are just a puddle of mucus crawling on the ground can't be seen for the time being, but most of the mucus that can simulate the characteristics of living objects seems to be moving in a specific direction.

Clint tilted his head. The voluptuous nature that had been suppressed by his career as an agent for many years was now being trained and released by several young people.

Of course he wouldn't be stopped by Terry, he said harshly.

"Where do they want to go? It's a bit less like a so-called war, more like migration."

"I remember you educated Spider-Man more than once. You said he gossiped too much during battle."

Terry, who finally stepped onto the rooftop, nodded noncommittally, and then saw Clint's slightly trembling arm as he put down his compound bow.

Terry was covered in a matte silver-gray fire protection suit, and straight white columnar 'auxiliary climbing arms' were constantly shooting out from his waist - Clint didn't know what to call Terry's slightly disgusting-looking ability, nor I just reluctantly came up with an apt name in my mind.

"Since when did you have the habit of talking to yourself?"

A familiar young voice sounded from below Clint, prompting the latter to retract his distant gaze.

Hearing the hum of the rotors above his head from far to near, Clint raised one hand, skillfully caught a bundle of specially processed arrows dropped by the drone, and inserted it into the black-tech quiver behind him. , the ring-shaped binding device used to fix the arrow in the middle automatically popped open, the sound of the machine and the mechanical fitting sounded, and then the index finger and middle finger took advantage of the situation and twisted an arrow and placed it on the bow string.

It is obvious to the naked eye that the force of each launch is not small. After all, it can firmly fix the body of an adult like Terry in a floating position parallel to the wall. However, he climbed all the way up without breaking even a piece of glass. , quietly and as quickly as the wind, he climbed to the top of the tall building where Clint was stationed.

Seeing that Clint was not as unsupportable as Captain America described, Terry still had time to joke.

This is Hawkeye's preferred hand for pulling the bowstring. Judging from the number of restraint devices scattered on the rooftop, he has pulled the bowstring at least five hundred times.

No matter how labor-saving the black-tech composite bow developed by SHIELD is, the strength of human muscle fibers has its limits.

Hawkeye also tried to hide his hands behind his back, but he soon discovered that Terry's eyes were almost following the movement of his shoulders, so he simply let his arm, which was throbbing inside, drop to his side with a look of indifference. He raised his chin in the distance. "I found some problems. Those dark things seem to have some additional purpose."

Terry looked away and walked quietly to Eagle Eye. While following the other person's gaze into the distance, a ball of light green light emerged from his palm, and he gently patted Eagle Eye on the shoulder.

The muscles that originally required a lot of perseverance to endure the severe pain and trembled suddenly calmed down. Eagle Eyes blinked and he licked the corners of his mouth as if nothing had happened.

This is what you call a good teammate! I've given you enough face.

Terry put down his hands as if nothing had happened, looking down at the black balls that were still beating on the street, and remained silent for a few seconds.

"Should I say it or not, your combat instincts are still very good. Near here is the Yonkers Bridge, and there is a river diagonally behind you..."

Eagle Eye, who had been killing and killing, immediately thought about the taste, and there was some horror in his voice.

"They want to go into the water?!"

"They want to go to the sea!"

Terry put Clint's suspicions to rest.

“There are countless foods and much richer genetic samples in the sea than on land, and unlike land where it is difficult to hunt because it is occupied by humans on a large scale, there is even a layer-by-layer evolution route planned by nature. "

"From the shallow sea to the deep sea, the amount of food and genetic samples will become more abundant in rhythm and regularity. They can hunt and evolve more calmly, and will not face too strong survival pressure from the beginning... In fact, I am very skeptical about this. As a species, what kind of pressure can the earth really put on them?”

Clint had goosebumps all over his body and shivered violently. Although Terry's description made him feel scared, it did not affect his ability to think calmly.

"Isn't that right? The sewer systems in the United States can eventually enter rivers and eventually flow into the ocean. So why do they come to the surface with such fanfare?"

Clint tried to lighten the mood with some Peter-esque quips.

"Is it just to show us our muscles? A routine intimidation before a race war?"

It's a pity that Clint doesn't have Peter's flamboyant talent for real-time battle witticisms. His words only made Terry's brows covered under the helmet frown even tighter.

"I don't know. If you really want to start a race war, going to the ground to announce their existence to humans in advance is stupid from any angle, unless they, or the King of Yireg who gave the order, have something else. Other intentions."

During the conversation, Clint pulled the bow string towards the bottom of the building again. After the howling wind, a specially made chemical arrow exploded on the back of a dark simulated pet dog. The milky white mist quickly drained the irregular animal. All the water in the living body could not escape even an extra step, and turned into a ball of black soil rolling on the ground.

Both of them stared at the black material that disintegrated into sand for a while, and then simultaneously discovered something even more shocking.

"The speed of their evolution is so fast. I will swear on my eyesight that the speed at which they are drained of water has become slower. I don't know how many tenths of a second it is, but it is definitely slower than the ones I shot before. ”

"They are adapting to targeted chemicals, and the heritage of this race is still being enhanced by humans' diverse killing methods!"

(End of this chapter)