Chapter 187 Exercise

What kind of prehistoric human, what kind of forerunner, it sounds like a fantasy to Clint Barton, if he hadn't seen the black gravy with a serious expression, like a dead father, he would have thought that some reality show was in full swing. Gut yourself.

Isn't this kind of thing in a movie? How can it happen in reality and also happen to myself?

Critter Barton entered the juvenile detention center before finishing the sixth grade of elementary school. After he came out, he followed a few friends to hang around, robbing, robbing and robbing every day. His knowledge was very lacking.

He has talent, but no knowledge, which is one of the reasons why Hei Broodan recruited him.

Hei Broodan picked up a piece of information beside him and flipped through it: "Mr. Clint Barton, you were selected for the ice hockey team when you were nine years old. At that time, the team spoke highly of you, thinking that you are strong and fast. It’s good to be fast and conscious, but unfortunately you became more and more grumpy after puberty, and you were finally expelled from the team, am I right?”

Clint Barton pursed his lips and didn't say a word.

Hei Broodan quickly flipped through the information: "Beating, deliberately hurting, stealing, you and the psychiatrist in the juvenile detention center said that you seemed to be holding a fire in your heart, and your temper was so bad that you couldn't control it...you Can you still feel the fire now?"

Clint was stunned for a moment. The irritable impulse that had been affecting him all the time seemed to have disappeared. At this time, he was very calm, and his heart was unprecedentedly comfortable, and there was no sign of losing control.

"Why? What is it that has tortured me for more than ten years?"

Black Braised Egg pointed out the window: "Look over there and tell me, what did you see?"

What's the meaning? Clint Barton looked out the window.

The glass was so bright, it was already evening, but he could see a tree outside the window, and birds on the branches. In order to avoid humans, the birds could only come out to feed at night. Is this some kind of hummingbird? Feathers are beautiful.

Looking at it, Clint suddenly woke up, how could he see the feathers on the hummingbird from so far away? He couldn't see clearly during the day, let alone at night!

The black marinated egg showed a determined expression: "Do you understand? Mr. Barton, you are not the same as before."

Are you different from before? He looked out the window and said nothing for a long time.

Black Braised Egg put down a business card by his bedside.

"Leave this ward and you'll be arrested by Boston police on nine counts of robbery, wounding, unlawful possession of a firearm, and vehicle theft.

If you want to take a whole new path, you can make this call and the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Support Agency will provide you with shelter, think about it, Mr. Clint Patton. "

The black marinated egg pointed to his eyes, and then strode out of the ward.

......

Bella didn't know that she just glanced at it, and the Isu gene fragments in Clint Barton's body were forcibly released, almost killing her.

Her Isu blood concentration of nearly 3% is completely crushing for a gene fragment that is less than 1/100,000th of an ordinary person.

The other party's genes encountered a huge high-level repression, and they directly transitioned from semi-manifestation to manifestation.

Her glance made the black marinated eggs a bargain.

Because I was worried that 'Bella and Nata, the two of them together could blow up the world. ' The black marinated egg followed Natasha to Boston, observed it secretly, and picked up Clint Barton, who had awakened eagle-eyed vision because of the Isu genes.

Bella didn't know what was happening in the dark. Although she encountered robbers at the signing meeting, it had no effect on herself.

The Boston Police Department assured organizers that the target has been targeted and further investigations are underway.

There is no need for her to worry about negotiating with the government. Random House and Chanel have upper-level channels. She is a migrant worker who earns 10% of the income. There is no need to meddle in her own business.

I was dragged by Natasha to eat a French meal. As a trainee agent, I exercised a lot and naturally ate a lot. Bella felt distressed after eating this meal.

The two then went to work out after dinner.

"Take me to that flying carpet! You promised me!"

Bella was stunned, looking like a duck: "What flying carpet? We have this thing in our house? No, you must be remembering wrong."

Natasha squinted at her and said nothing.

Seeing that it is impossible to deny it, someone can only admit defeat.

"There are too many people here..."

Natasha snapped her fingers: "I know a good place, come with me!"

They came to a dam in the suburbs, which has been abandoned, and there is not even a ghost around.

Bella hesitated, but still summoned the magic carpet from the base of the Angel Squad.

Seeing that the magic carpet was floating in the air, it seemed to be supported by waves under the magic carpet, swaying gently in the shape of water waves.

Natasha's eyes lit up, and she reached out and touched the empty space under the magic carpet.

"You have nothing under this?!"

Bella heard a black line on her forehead. In the middle of the night, she said such things in the barren mountains and mountains? Are you not afraid of attracting astringent ghosts?

She lowered the magic carpet into a staircase shape, raised her legs, and stepped onto the magic carpet.

Then she sat cross-legged and held out a hand to Natasha.

"Why sit cross-legged?" the cheap sister asked curiously.

Bella has never thought about this question. Those who sit on the magic carpet in the animation are not all cross-legged?

"Is it because of the center of gravity? If this thing stands on it, it must be unstable..." Natasha concluded with her scientific vision.

"Stop talking nonsense! Come up!" Bella grabbed her hand and flew to the sky domineeringly.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

"It's so cool! Yay!—"

"Sprint!—Sprint! Cool!—"

Bella was afraid that Natasha would fall, so she could only hold her. Who knew that this guy was not honest, he kept twisting and twisting in his arms, and he said very astringent words in his mouth, which made her face red when she heard it. ......

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An hour later, the two landed on the ground.

Having a good time, Natasha likes these exciting things, the more exciting the better, but she still pointed out a lot of shortcomings of the magic carpet, such as not flying fast enough, such as no protection, Bella ignored this , was originally a pretending magic prop, not a fighter!

The two had a daily competition, and they could have gone back, but Natasha made a new request.

"My will is still weak, can you exercise my will?" Natasha asked with two short sticks.

what does this mean? If I can't do anything, you can't beat me?

"Then I'm here? You have to be mentally prepared, you will be very embarrassed next."

"Come on! I will not resist!"

Bella thought for a while, then stretched out two fingers, with a pale white cyclone wrapped around them.

She showed a questioning look, and Natasha nodded, indicating that she could start.