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With the absolute information advantage brought by Ivy's network of geodetic ley lines covering the entire neighborhood, Clint made a decision that surprised Kate and even Hugh.

He laid down all the weapons in his hands.

He also removed the tranquilizer gun and all the spare magazines from his waist one by one.

Finally, he even took off the quiver containing various high-tech arrows from his back and leaned it against the seat.

Having done all this, he took a deep breath, stood up from the shadows, and walked away step by step.

unarmed.

As he stepped onto the floor, Maya Lopez, who was standing in the distance, finally focused her vacant eyes.

Clint stopped about ten meters away from her.

He raised his hands and spread his palms to indicate that he had no weapons.

Then, out of respect, he began his statement in sign language.

I'm here with no ill intentions.

Maya's face was expressionless.

"Your father's death."

"It was a mistake."

"A mistake I will spend the rest of my life atoning for."

Answer Clint's question.

It's an attack!

The moment Clint made his gesture, Maya moved.

She charged straight toward Clint!

The way she landed with each step and the way she exerted force in each movement were exactly the same as the sprinting movements that Clint had recorded during his training at S.H.I.E.L.D.!

Clint's pupils constricted!

But he is, after all, Hawkeye, a battle-hardened Avenger.

He immediately crouched down, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and prepared to receive the first wave of the opponent's attack in order to deflect the impact.

However, at the last moment before Maya rushed in front of him, she pulled back her fist and transformed it into an extremely fierce sweeping leg!

That's one of Clint's most frequently used unexpected moves in combat!

She anticipated his defense and attacked his weakness with her own moves!

"Bang!"

Although Clint sensed the change in attack through the information panel, he was still too slow to react and was hit in the shin by the kick. He lost his balance and staggered backward.

Maya pressed her advantage, lunging forward and delivering a flying kick to Clint's chest.

That move was Clint's own signature move to deal with heavily armored enemies!

This girl copied all of the Ronin's combat data!

She is now Clint Barton's own shadow! A younger, murderous mirror image, free from guilt and emotional baggage!

"Clint!"

Kate, who was behind her, exclaimed in surprise. Without thinking, she drew back her bowstring, and an arrow was already nocked.

But she hesitated.

Maya and Clint were already locked in combat, their fists and feet clashing so fast that they were almost indistinguishable from one another.

Shooting rashly under these circumstances could very likely result in accidentally injuring Clint.

"Fire at the ground! Sticky arrows!"

Clint was slammed to the floor with an over-the-shoulder throw, but even in excruciating pain, he still managed to yell a clear command in Kate's direction.

Kate understood instantly! She immediately changed her target, shifting her focus from people to the ground.

An arrow was shot out and exploded just before the Maya were about to pursue, leaving a sticky blue gel covering the entire ground!

Maya's right foot accidentally stepped on Clint's information network, causing her movements to pause for a fraction of a second.

It's that one tenth of a second!

Clint seized the opportunity to distance himself from her.

"Change the smoke!"

He roared again.

Without hesitation, Kate fired another arrow!

A completely impenetrable black smoke instantly enveloped the entire fairway area.

Maya's vibration perception helps her locate herself, but it also effectively obstructs her vision, preventing her from perfectly mimicking Clint's movements.

This is true master-apprentice cooperation!

Kate went from being an observer to becoming another bow and another arrow in Clint's hands!

However, the situation did not improve as a result.

Amidst the smoke, the offensive intensified.

She gave up imitating and repeatedly executed Clint's moves ahead of time with greater speed and power!

Clint was completely suppressed.

Every time he threw a punch, Maya's fist would always land on his arm first.

Every time he kicked, Maya's leg would hit his knee sooner.

Their physical abilities were suppressed.

Failure is only a matter of time.

From their seats in the stands, Xiu En and Ivy watched the desperate struggle with great interest.

Ivy's roots have analyzed the data of the entire battle process clearly.

"For that old man now, it's like he's fighting against his former self when he was at his peak."

"So, unless he comes up with something new, he's doomed to lose?"

Xiu En asked.

"That's right. Unless he can perform a movement that wasn't recorded in that model."

"That's innovation. Taking the same dish and making it taste completely new. I like it."

He watched as Clint was beaten back in the smoke, his body already covered in bruises.

The flame of obsession, under this intense pressure and struggle for self-redemption, is being squeezed, forged, and tempered, growing ever brighter!

Clint appeared to be completely overwhelmed by Maya's relentless barrage of attacks.

It seemed that every defensive move he made appeared clumsy because it had been anticipated.

It seemed that every time he tried to counterattack, it was intercepted before it could be launched.

Sweat and blood mingled and slid down his forehead, blurring his vision.

But that's exactly what he wanted; his goal from the beginning was to let Maya vent her frustrations.

Under Ivy's message, he could sense Maya's emotions and ensure that he wouldn't be instantly killed by Maya.

Now that Maya has had her emotional outburst for a while, she should be willing to continue the conversation.

As he staggered backward after being knocked back by another vicious knee strike from Maya, he didn't bother wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He raised his hands again and continued the conversation using sign language.

"Maya! Listen to me!"

"Use your eyes to see!"

"Your father's death was not my intention!"

Maya responded with a whip kick aimed at Clint's head.

他侧身躲过.

"Kingpin betrayed him!"

Clint's fingers didn't stop even as he rolled around.

"He deliberately leaked the information to me! He's using me to eliminate his biggest rival!"

"I am merely Kingpin's blade! He is the one who wielded that blade and plunged it into your father's chest!"

However, he was met with an even more ferocious punch from Maya.

Her eyes were filled with disdain and a deeper anger, as if to say: Don't use such vile lies to tarnish the sins you've committed! You are the murderer!

"Kate! Now!"

The moment Clint blocked Maya's chokehold, he gave the order!

Kate, hiding behind a bar in the distance, taps on a tablet in her hand.

The next second, the long-dormant projection screen at the end of the bowling alley lit up!

On the screen, an encrypted bank transaction record suddenly appeared!

And a name.

William Lopez.

That was the name of Maya's father.

Records show that in the week before Lopez's death, several of his secret overseas accounts had several highly unusual large-scale financial transactions with another equally encrypted account.

Although the account names were hidden, the enormous sums and frequency of transactions clearly revealed a covert struggle and betrayal!

Kate, with her genius hacking skills, marked the final destination of that encrypted account with a bright red arrow.

Wilson Fiske.

Kingpin!

The moment the screen lit up, Mayana's rapid and relentless attack showed its most noticeable delay.

For the first time, emotions other than anger surfaced in her eyes.

No, not possible!

How could Uncle Fisker be like this?

He was his father's most trusted partner!

Maya stared at the screen, her attention diverted, and her hearing stopped working. Her focus shifted to sight.

"Ugh."

This was the first time they had heard her make a sound.

That was the most instinctive sobbing of a child deprived of their voice.

Her reason refused to believe it.

But her body, her intuition, could not ignore the facts on the screen!

Many details that she had deliberately ignored in the past also came to mind.

She abandoned her attempt to suppress Clint and instead charged towards where Kate was!

She's going to smash that screen!

Tear that damn girl to pieces!

"Stop her!"

Clint's pupils contracted sharply.

Kate was stunned the moment Maya charged at her.

The overwhelming killing intent made it almost impossible for her to breathe, and she could barely hold the bow in her hand.

But Clint is faster!

He found a fleeting opening in the distance he had just created!

Maya charged forward in a fit of rage, completely exposing her back!

Clint lightly touched the ground with his toes, and appeared behind Maya ahead of her!

He used the most effective set of joint locks from his ronin days!

"Click!"

The first sharp sound came from Clint striking Maya hard on the back of her knee with the wooden stick.

Maya let out a muffled groan, her knees buckled, and she uncontrollably knelt down on the ground.

"Click! Click!"

With two sharp sounds, Clint lunged forward, locked her shoulders with both hands, and with a clever exertion, dislocated the joints of both her shoulders.

Maya's fist fell limply to her sides.

Maya's body stiffened, and all her strength and anger receded.

She knelt on the floor, her body trembling uncontrollably from the excruciating pain and exhaustion.

She lost.

They lost to the truth that was revealed.

In the vast bowling alley, only her sobs and the data on the screen remained.

Clint dragged his tired body over to Maya and squatted down.

He looked at the girl who was trembling all over, with helplessness and confusion in her eyes. The hard shell of revenge was peeling away little by little, revealing the soul that had been lost for many years.

He continued to communicate using sign language.

"Maya."

Sometimes the truth hurts more than a lie. But you have to face it.

Large tears rolled down Maya's face, landing on the floor and leaving a small, dark stain.

She lost the battle, and she also lost the only obsession that had kept her alive until now.