I Am In Marvel Chapter 313: Give me a face

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Thunder and lightning flashed in the wilderness, and the night sky was covered with dark clouds. As the cold wind blew, heavy rain suddenly started falling.

The alarm sounded at the temporary base, and the armed personnel stationed there moved upon hearing the sound.

Coulson frowned, took out his communicator and dialed, and asked in a deep voice connected to the surveillance room: "What happened?"

The person in charge on the other end of the communicator immediately replied: "Sir. We just discovered that the protective net on the south side of the base that had not yet been powered on had a hole opened in the corner, and there was a man about 1.8 meters tall. The strong blond man forced his way into the temporary base, knocked out two guards on duty, and headed towards the research room in the center of the base."

Coulson looked calm and said coldly: "I understand, let the guards continue to maintain patrol order and let SHIELD agents deal with the intruders."

"Yes!"

After hanging up the call, Coulson continued to dial the private personal connection, and soon an indifferent and magnetic male voice answered: "I'm here."

"The items in this temporary research room are very important, you'd better be on the safe side." Coulson informed.

"Okay."

The other side of communication.

In the warehouse on the first floor of the temporary base, a black-haired agent wearing an agent uniform opened the door of the weapons warehouse, and his hawk-like eyes lingered on a row of iron shelves displaying various types of firearms.

The black-haired agent picked up a modern sniper rifle, weighed the weight, and quickly placed it back. Without hesitation, he took away the special compound bow from the top row, and another with many strange arrows. quiver.

Then, he quickly rushed out of the weapons depot and walked up the stairs. After reaching the roof of the third floor, he reached out and crawled vigorously towards the temporary rooftop frame on the dome of the base.

At this moment.

In the institute, Thor ran panting down the aisle. When he was about to reach the corner, a black agent with a burly stature and a body as strong as a bear blocked his progress.

"Mortal, don't block my way!" Thor listened to the thunder outside, looked at the big man agent who was half a head taller than him, clenched his fists tightly and threatened.

There are changes in the divine realm, and he doesn’t want to waste time here anymore!

"If you think about it, just beat me down." The black agent sneered, clenched his fist as big as a sandbag, and made a cracking sound of brittle joints and bones.

It's useless to talk, just do it!

Saul roared low, transformed into a reckless man and rushed forward, wrestling with the black agent at close range with his bare hands.

After a while, the two fought together, broke through the wall of the temporary research institute, and fell into the open-air meteorite crater.

Due to the heavy rain, the crater has turned into a quagmire of pits.

Two tall and strong men fell into it and were instantly embarrassed and covered in mud. They punched and kicked them regardless, and for a while they were fighting inextricably.

This scene was naturally and clearly exposed to the eyes of Coulson on the second floor and the black-haired agent who climbed to the rooftop.

The black-haired agent stood alone on the small rooftop, pulled out a special steel arrow, placed it on the thin string of the special compound bow, aimed with one eye and pulled it downwards in a crescent arc, aiming at the hole. The back of Sol's head.

No matter how close Thor and the black agent are, and they keep moving and changing positions during the battle, the sharp and cold arrow tip always moves and adjusts with the target.

"I'm already in position. Do I need to kill the intruder?" the black-haired agent asked expressionlessly.

Hearing the voice coming from the communicator, Coulson pondered for a moment, and saw that the intruder was about to beat the black agent to the ground. Finally, he nodded lightly and gave the order: "Kill."

"Understood."

The black-haired agent's eyes were deep and he held his breath. He was not affected by the heavy rain. His hands holding the bow and arrow were as steady as if they were made of machinery.

Under the pit, Thor punched the black agent to the ground, shook off his wet shawl hair, and walked tiredly towards the silver hammer in the center of the pit, completely unaware of the fatal blow from the side of his head. Danger.

"It's over." The black-haired agent muttered in a low voice. Just when he was about to release the arrow string and let the special arrow shoot out Sol's head, a hand came from behind without warning and placed on the tip of the arrow, pointing downwards. The depressed one deflects the intended target.

"Wha, who is it?" The black-haired agent trembled and turned around in shock. However, at some point, a young and handsome silver-haired young man stood directly behind him.

"Using special bows and arrows... you should be the 'Hawkeye' Clint Barton that Natasha often mentioned, right?"

Kyle smiled, looked down at Thor in the crater, and said in a calm and majestic tone: "The guy below is my friend, please give me some respect and don't shoot him."

"Who are you?" Hawkeye was still in extreme shock. As a shooting master, the most fearful thing was being touched by the enemy, especially the undefended behind.

But just now, from the moment the visitor appeared to the moment before he took action to stop him, with his highly vigilant sensitivity, he could not detect any trace of abnormality.

The opponent seemed to appear out of thin air. If it was really an enemy, he would have died countless times just now!

Kyle didn't answer. If he couldn't even guess his identity, it would be a disgrace to Hawkeye, the codename of the hero.

"You just mentioned Natasha, silver hair, too young..." Hawkeye was stunned for half a second, then he retracted his bow and arrow, cupped his fists and bowed, and said with awe: "Mr. Kyle."

"You still have some eyesight." Kyle nodded, asking him to be quiet, and continued to look down at the situation in the pit.

"Is that person here too?"

Hearing the conversation over the communicator vaguely, Coulson was slightly startled, then his face was serious, and his doubtful eyes fell on Thor in the pit, "For him?"

Inside the crater washed away by heavy rain.

The mud on Thor's body was gradually washed away, his breathing calmed down, and he walked to the side of the silver hammer and stopped.

With a look of joy on his face, he lowered his body and held the handle of the hammer with his dominant right hand, trying to raise it as high as before.

No matter how hard I try, the hammer won't move.

Saul's smile froze on his face, and there was an awkward atmosphere in the air.

He used his hands without giving up ~IndoMTL.com~ and used all his strength, but the fact that he could not lift the hammer still did not change.

Saul let go of his hands dejectedly. At this moment, he suddenly understood his current situation.

His father, Odin, banished him, and Mjolnir no longer recognized him. All strength, divine power, honor, and pride no longer existed. He was really no better than a mortal.

‘Bahta! ’

Thor knelt on the dirt next to the hammer, looking up at the long night sky, like a wounded beast, letting out a heart-rending roar in the heavy rain.

"Sure enough."

Kyle, who already knew the outcome, was not surprised. He patted Hawkeye on the shoulder and said, "Knock him out with anesthetic and lock him up. An astronomer will come to pick him up afterwards. Just let him go." ."

"Okay."

Hawkeye didn't understand Kyle's intentions, but still obeyed the order instinctively.

From the moment Kyle showed up here, the highest authority was transferred from Coulson.