Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 91 Nick’s Wild History

"Why don't you tell me again? You defeated so many ninjas on the spot, and you didn't even bring back a single sample to me, right?"

"Yeah, who told me to wear a purple elf suit that was made at the last minute. Originally, my original equipment at least had a simple gas collection capsule."

Clint couldn't stand Nick's contemptuous look, so he retorted quite angrily.

Nick narrowed his remaining eye and stared quietly at his subordinate, who was always careless in unexpected places. With just a touch of his lips, he said that Clint was paying full attendance this month. Detained.

Who knew that this did not deter Clint, but instead elicited an even more disdainful response.

"That thing has never been distributed before!"

"...Yes, at least I've informed you now that there won't be any more in the future."

"Wow, if I had really expected that money, I might be crying right now."

The two stared at each other for a while, and then unanimously decided to change the topic.

Including external characteristics, aptitudes, and personality traits, they are all thoroughly analyzed.

"I have raised the priority of attention to the Hand and Peace Society. Now let's talk about other information."

"Come here and take a look at this."

As for why even Iron Fist received such care from Hawkeye.

"What? If you can't let me know, don't read it out loud like a child's learning machine. Maybe I need to avoid it?"

Clint returned to the posture of a professional agent. He briefly brought Spider-Man Peter Parker, who had been revealed by SHIELD to have an unfathomable kinship, and then focused on Terry and Iron Fist.

"Do not."

"The inheritance is really long."

"I seem to have some impression of this name?"

Nick didn't express any special opinions on Terry's part of the intelligence. Basically, the part of Hawkeye's report overlapped greatly with what Frank had told him before.

So Nick first paid less attention to Terry's information and began to focus on letting Hawkeye analyze Iron Fist.

Nick is a little unsure. There is too much information that he needs to remember. Even a tenth-level agent will have the vast database in his mind divided into priorities. Secret forces in the east like 'Kunlun' are basically in Nick's hands. There was ashes in my mind.

But at this time, the SHIELD database on the physical level comes in handy.

Nick's expression turned serious.

Nick was the rare first to relent.

Nick took a cursory glance at it first, and then quickly cleared away the accumulated dust in his mind.

Through the unique authority of the tenth-level agent, Nick quickly found the information records he wanted.

The only thing lacking is the 'Kunlun' who is biased towards the eastern forces.

Clint was acting weird again.

After all, they had a sudden conflict with Hand and Club that night, and it was caused by Iron Fist's unlucky kid.

Based on the only marginal information at the scene, SHIELD's intelligence department dug up all the information about Danny Rand and the Rand Group this morning.

This was the first time Clint had received such an honor, and he quickly came over.

Immediately afterwards, Clint saw a large paragraph of text that gave him a headache. It was densely packed like a restless army of ants.

"I don't really like reading."

"Really? This is a piece of unofficial history that I accidentally collected when I was young, about King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table."

Hawkeye's eyes suddenly became sharp: "How wild?"    "As wild as you want."

"Can you make the font a little larger? My eyes hurt from reading it."

"Aren't you Hawkeye?"

"So what does it have to do with my eye pain?"

After a brief dispute, Clint finally got his wish and read the wild history that Nick Fury said was so wild that it could no longer be wild.

However, there is one thing about this unofficial history that is realistic enough, that is, the words and sentences in it have a very obvious bard-like tone, so that many parts of it make modern people find it very obscure and difficult to understand.

But Clint was not illiterate after all.

An hour later, Clint smacked his mouth with more intent, and straightened his body again with his sore waist hanging down.

"It's really wild!"

Although it is said that in the official historical records of King Arthur's time, the Knights of the Round Table once had a maximum of 150 people, in fact, due to the influence of many myths and legends and British folk history, it is a specific fifteen people who are recognized and well-known by the general public.

These include princes from other countries, King Arthur's retainers, King Arthur's descendants or juniors, and other descendants of the Knights of the Round Table.

These fifteen knights of noble birth are the real core of the Knights of the Round Table.

But in this unofficial history, these fifteen Knights of the Round Table, who were noble in birth, extraordinary in skill, and one of the most important figures in the Celtic mythology system, were all rats in name only.

They are lustful, greedy, and cowardly. They bully ordinary people by relying on their extraordinary background, and take the military exploits of other less famous Knights of the Round Table to their own names.

What really makes King Arthur invincible are the three foreign nobles who have never been recorded in official history, including some highly praised myths.

One of them wore exquisite armor that was unimaginable and unimaginable in that era. He had superb swordsmanship. He easily defeated more than forty knights, including the fifteen rats. According to unofficial records, this man was favored by the gods and was covered in blood. Invulnerable to invulnerability and invulnerable to fire.

There is also a man wearing a golden divine helmet with flaming amber inlaid all over his body. He can attract sacred golden light, and when he shouts, he is like thunder and thunder, and the sound can be heard for ten miles.

The last one has no armor and has long black hair shawl. He behaves strangely on weekdays. He likes to expose his breasts. His fists are indestructible, and one is worth a hundred.

The first two armored knights kept their true faces hidden behind their helmets all day long. Only the third man, because he never wore armor, showed quite obvious blood characteristics similar to those of the ancient Roman aristocrats.

But it happened that only this weirdo in the end left behind a name that was quite difficult to pronounce.

‘Kunlun’.

After regaining consciousness, Eagle Eyes focused on the description of these three foreign noble knights in this unofficial history, and then fell into a long silence.

"Apart from the fact that it's hard to tell who the second one is, aren't the directions of the first and third ones a bit too obvious?"

Clint looked at Nick with a half-smiling smile. He always felt that this was some kind of bad joke that the leader was making again.

"Where did you get this wild little story? You didn't just make it up last night, did you?"

Nick glanced at Clint, his eyes looking like he was staring at a fool.

Clint paused, then broke into a cold sweat.

"Seriously? Boss, you mean that Terry and Danny are both old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years?"

"Your brain really needs to be rebuilt."

Nick pointed at the descriptive word for the long black hair cape.

“Do you think this is Eastern or Western?”

Clint coughed.

That's right, Danny Rand's blond hair and blue eyes are very obvious Germanic characteristics. At that time, in addition to the ancient Roman ancestry, there were also relatively mysterious Eastern races with black hair and black eyes.

(End of this chapter)