American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Shuen's projection and the sunflower have arrived in a completely new world.

This is a world of snowflakes and Christmas carols.

In fact, Xiu En created several clones this time because his intuition told him that there were good bows in many worlds.

Marvel, New York—this projection of Shuen subconsciously chose a version without the interference of the God of Story.

The projection had just stabilized and complained about the intensity of solar radiation in the world when Xiu En's perception detected the unique aura of an archer.

That aura was like an arrow that had been honed countless times in the gale but had never broken.

"The strongest archer."

The strongest archer deserves the strongest bow.

Target confirmed.

The next second, he plummeted vertically toward the source of the aura.

Then, they found themselves in a terrible firefight.

Dozens of burly men dressed in identical red tracksuits were brandishing pistols and submachine guns, pinning a man and a woman down in a chaotic old car junkyard.

Bullets rained down, sending sparks flying from the car body.

The man who was surrounded and attacked.

Clint Barton was huddled awkwardly behind an old car, his hearing aid seemingly damaged in the recent explosion and crackling with electricity.

Beside him was a young girl dressed in a purple ninja outfit.

Kate Bishop was frantically pulling a new arrow from her quiver, trying to retaliate.

"Damn it! There are too many of them!"

Kate drew back the bowstring and shouted at the old man beside her.

"We have to find a way to break through!"

"I know! I'm thinking about it!"

Clint irritably tapped his malfunctioning hearing aid, then leaned out and fired an arrow.

The arrow exploded in mid-air, releasing a cloud of purple smoke that temporarily obstructed the gangsters' view.

Just then, a golden figure landed in front of them, blocking all the bullets aimed at them.

The bullets fell to the ground powerlessly when they made contact with a one-meter radius around the figure.

"Bro! What is that thing?!"

A gangster stared in disbelief at the scene.

The gunfire paused for a moment.

Shuen walked up to Clint Barton and pointed at the composite bow in his hand with a look of utter contempt.

"Is this fire poker your weapon?"

They stared at the unfamiliar man, who seemed invulnerable to swords and spears yet spoke rudely to their prized weapon, and were momentarily speechless.

"Who the hell are you?"

In the end, it was the battle-hardened Clint who uttered the greeting.

"A fire poker?"

Kate, on the other hand, voiced her discontented protest.

"This is Hoyt's latest custom-made model! It's very expensive!"

Xiu En began to think.

"Watch closely, a qualified archer."

Xiu En's projection held up a finger, pointing at a red pickup truck in the distance that was about to start its engine and flank from behind.

"That's how it should be used."

Xiu En flicked a golden light from his fingertip. The light accelerated so fast that even the human retina could not detect it the moment it left his fingertip.

The next second, the pickup truck was crumpled into an iron ball!

This moment.

Whether it was the sportswear gangsters or Clint and Kate, everyone was staring at Shuen's finger, which was still glowing with gold.

"Look, kinetic weapons—simple and efficient."

Xiu En withdrew his finger, giving him a look that said, "How come you primitives just don't understand?"

"It's such a hassle to attach an explosive to an arrow, all that clanging and banging."

"What did you do?"

Kate's voice was trembling.

"Screw you! I don't care what he is! Open fire! Turn him into a sieve, Bro!"

The gang leader realized what was happening.

Gunfire erupted again, and all the firepower was focused on Xiu En.

Xiu En frowned impatiently, finding the flies incredibly noisy.

He simply opened his mouth and took a deep breath in front of the dense hail of bullets.

A small golden vortex formed in front of him. All the bullets fired at him, whether pistol rounds or rifle rounds, were sucked into the vortex.

"The taste is so-so, bad review."

Xiu En provided a food review.

Then, he turned his gaze to Clint's dazzling quiver.

Clint instinctively took a half step back to protect his precious arrow.

"Don't rush."

"I'm not interested in fireworks. I just want to prove just how useless these things really are."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly in the direction of the tracksuit-clad gangsters.

All the guns in the hands of the gang members, including an RPG rocket launcher hidden in a car, began to disintegrate at the same time.

The barrel twisted into a pretzel, the magazine popped out on its own, and the bullets inside bounced around like popcorn.

The RPG's rocket warhead even changed direction, slowly flying in front of its owner, gently touching him, and exploding into a handful of harmless colored flash powder.

Dozens of burly gangsters who were swaggering and arrogant just a moment ago are now bare-handed, looking at each other in bewilderment, their expressions more dramatic than a rollercoaster ride.

Clint and Kate are thinking about the same problem.

Where did this monster come from?

Is he an Asgardian?

Or is it some hidden mutant?

While they were lost in thought, Hugh had already resolved the problem, walked back to the two of them, and once again stretched out his hand, pointing at Clint's compound bow.

"Now, can we talk about this fire poker?"

"Listen, whoever you are..."

Clint forced himself to calm down.

"Buddy, you saved us tonight, I owe you a favor. But my bow, I won't sell or lend it, it's my companion."

"I didn't say I wanted to buy it."

Xiu interrupted him.

"what?"

"I just think it's such a waste for a top-notch archer like you to use such a trash bow."

Xiu En said in a very serious tone.

"This is an insult to the archer profession. As a connoisseur with a high appreciation for weapon aesthetics, I simply cannot stand by and watch."

Hearing this, Kate finally couldn't hold back anymore. She mustered her courage and stood in front of Clint, baring her teeth and brandishing her claws.

"Don't you dare say that! Clint's bow is the best! And he's the best too!"

Xiu En glanced at the loud and boisterous girl, then looked at her purple ninja outfit, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Clearly, Shu En didn't know Hawkeye had this accessory before his time travel, and he hadn't seen this girl in the previous Marvel world either.

Shuen stretched out his hand, the movement seemingly slow, but in reality, it was so fast that even Clint, the sharpshooter, didn't have time to react.

He only felt a lightness in his hand, and the composite bow, which felt like an extension of his body, was already in the other person's grasp.

"Hey! Give it back!"

Clint was shocked and furious, and instinctively tried to snatch it.

But Hugh simply turned slightly to the side, and Clint's fingertips brushed against the fabric of his trench coat, missing their target.

Xiu En examined the bow from all angles, his eyes filled with undisguised disappointment.

Then, he stretched out two fingers, pinched the bowstring, and gently pulled it.

"The material lacks elasticity, the internal stress distribution is uneven, and the vibration frequency is too scattered."

He shook his head, loosened his fingers, and the bowstring snapped back.

"Like the other fire poker, it's all just for show."

"Another fire poker?"

Kate grasped the key words.

Xiu glanced at her and explained, "It's that other green-haired guy in the green bodysuit who also uses this kind of bow that's as brittle as a cookie. Are you cosplay enthusiasts from the same brand?"

"What green hair?"

Clint was completely bewildered; he felt his brain was increasingly unable to keep up with this strange man's pace.

The only thing he understood was that his beloved bow had been insulted once again.

Shuen threw the bow back to Clint, who fumbled for a moment before catching it.

"It's so bad, it doesn't even qualify as a snack."

Xiu En delivered the final verdict.

"I just don't understand why you interesting souls have to be put in such a boring shell."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Clint from head to toe.

"The faint scent of obsession in your body reminds me of a badge from before."

He said it seriously.

His intuition told him that this seemingly weak and tired mortal would one day shoot a very, very delicious arrow.

And that bow will be the plate that holds all of this.

"What obsession... what badge? What nonsense are you spouting?"

Clint felt that he and the other person were not on the same wavelength at all.

But Xiu En has already unilaterally decided on his course of action.

Stick with him.

Before he could make something truly delicious on this plate, he needed to thoroughly inspect the hygiene of the kitchen.

Yes, that's it.

"all in all."

"To uphold the dignity of the archer profession, from today onward, I will personally guide your training until you can use a qualified weapon. This is my responsibility, and your honor."

"I refuse!"

Clint blurted it out without thinking.

Are you kidding me? To have this monster personally instruct him? He'd rather fight Thanos again!

"Refusal is invalid."

"By the way, I just helped you get rid of those red-clad people. According to your rules, that's called a life-saving favor. So, you have to repay me."

"I……"

Clint felt like he was choking on his own blood. He wanted to argue, but then he realized that what the other person said actually made a tiny, damnably true point.

This is nothing short of a complete and utter thuggish kidnapping!

Just then, the sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached from afar.

After a brief moment of confusion, some of the disarmed gangsters in sportswear finally remembered that they could call the police.

Although they themselves are gangsters.

Kate said nervously.

"Damn it, we have to get out of here!"

"Leave? It's no use."

Clint gave a wry smile; he knew these guys all too well.

With things escalating this much, they've definitely blocked all the exits of the junkyard.

Worse.

He's now a witness to and key figure in this supernatural event, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is probably calling him soon.

The thought of having to explain to Nick Fury what had happened that night made him feel like his migraine was about to flare up again.

Xiu En started joking.

"Should we turn them into iron balls too?"

"No, no, no! Please don't!"

Kate was so frightened that she quickly waved her hands; she couldn't even imagine what the New York Times headlines would look like tomorrow.

New York police cars turn into metal balls; have mysterious sphere enthusiasts reappeared?

"rest assured."

Clint sighed, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"It's best to leave these kinds of things to the professionals."

The call was quickly connected, and a capable female voice came from the receiver.

"Agent Patton, it's only been 72 hours since you submitted your retirement application. I hope you haven't messed up again."

"Hill, make a long story short."

"I've run into a little trouble. I need a Quinjet to pick me up, along with two other people. I've sent you the coordinates. Also, please tell Fury that the situation is a bit beyond his expectations. Seriously, I mean really beyond his expectations."

He emphasized his words, hoping to get the other party to take it seriously.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Hill's voice came again, tinged with unusual confusion: "Barton, your background signal monitoring indicates you're inside a small Dyson sphere? Are you in Stark's new lab?"

That was the passive defense field that Xiu En's projection brought with it, keeping out all external spying and bullets.

Clint glanced at the innocent-looking golden monster next to him and felt his blood pressure rise again.

No, I'm not in the lab.

"I am inside God's belly."

He didn't even know why he said such a crazy thing.

"clear."

Hill on the other end of the phone demonstrated the professionalism of a top agent.

"The Quinjet will arrive at the designated airspace in five minutes. Please ensure your safety, Agent."

The phone hangs up.

Clint looked at Shuen with a forced, insincere smile.

"Alright, buddy, our vehicle is almost here. Now, could you please put away that Dyson sphere of yours? It's seriously interfering with my cell phone signal."

"Oh, this."

Xiu En nodded in sudden realization, and with a wave of his hand, the invisible force field that isolated everything vanished without a trace.

The air from the surrounding junkyard rushed in again.

Kate even sneezed.

"You should have said so earlier."

"I thought you guys needed this to purify the air."

Clint decided to stop talking to him.

Five minutes later, the Quinjet appeared over the junkyard and lowered its rear hatch.

"Let's go."

Clint waved to Kate and Shuen, then walked towards the fighter jet first.

Regardless, let's leave this place of trouble first.

Kate followed closely behind, and before boarding the plane, she couldn't help but glance back at Hugh, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Xiu En followed at the very back, his hands behind his back.

Behind him, in the shadows of the junkyard, a man in a red tracksuit with a bullseye tattoo on his face was silently watching everything through binoculars.

He was a lookout for the gang and did not participate in the shootout.

When he saw Xiu En board the fighter jet, he took out a satellite phone and dialed a number.

"Hey boss, yes, I saw it. Hawkeye with a new girl, and a golden monster. Yes, they boarded a S.H.I.E.L.D. plane. Got it, I'll keep an eye on it."