Burn Marvel

The real life winner, Hawkeye Barton, has a house, a car, a son and a daughter. If you can pick up girls, you can get a wife.

He has an unclear and ambiguous relationship with all the female members of the first generation of Avengers.

"Good evening." Li Ze greeted him with a smile.

Hawkeye nodded expressionlessly in response.

A trace of helplessness flashed in the eyes of Sitwell on the side. After Quake broke out yesterday, he proposed to Coulson, hoping to ask Nick Fury to improve the security level of the base.

By the way, another action team was sent to support them. Of course, it was not SHIELD's action team but Hydra's.

Using this to secretly control the base in terms of force, if Thor's hammer really meets Pierce's expectations, then Coulson will unexpectedly and mysteriously disappear along with Thor's hammer.

The only difference is that the two missing meanings are different.

Coulson agreed, and Nick Fury sent 'reinforcements'. It’s just that this ‘reinforcement’ is not an action team.

He is Nick Fury's best confidant, Level 7 agent Hawkeye Barton.

In Sylvester's current perception, this guy was as fierce as an animal.

I can't afford to offend you, I can't afford to offend you, just be a dog.

Unknown to Coulson, who had already escaped Sitwell's plan. He looked at the watch on his wrist and said to Hawkeye:

"I have to go out for two hours after dawn. Sitwell will be in charge of the base, and the security aspect will be left to you."

"Okay." Both of them are Nick Fury's confidants, and they have more trust in each other. It's not that they don't trust Sitwell, but there are levels of trust in their hearts.

After arranging the base, Colson asked Li Ze again:

"Are you going to town for a drink tomorrow?"

"Oh?" Li Ze looked at him curiously.

"I have to go to town to do some business, so I happened to be on my way. 5s" Colson shrugged and picked up a file with a photo of a fat elderly man on it.

The cover of the file is clearly marked:

‘Dr. Eric Schavig’ ‘Astronomist’………

The town is about fifty miles east of the base. It is a typical western town with sparse population, simple society and strong folk customs.

In the days of cowboys and gold rushes, these towns were like oases dotted in the desolate Gobi.

Wonderful dramas about death, freedom, gold coins, etc. are performed every day.

Today, cowboys and gold prospectors have disappeared in the long river of history, leaving only red rock cliffs, deserts and cacti to silently bear witness to the memories of the past.

Li Ze and his party were riding in three Vs respectively, driving on the road, kicking up smoke and dust.

Coulson drove and Li Ze lay in the back seat.

Sharon did not come because she was feeling unwell, but Li Ze guessed that she didn't want to be Li Ze's driver anymore.

In non-combat missions, low-level drivers, regardless of gender. This is SHIELD's rule.

"We're almost there, wake up." Colson was also helpless, this was the real 'uncle'.

"I'm not asleep, I'm thinking about life." Li Ze was in a bad mood because he had no solution to the problem of white flames.

Colson sighed and stepped on the accelerator. The car obviously accelerated a lot...

When they arrived in town, Li Ze sat up straight. Colson parked the car on the side of the road, regardless of whether it was a restricted parking area or not.

"Do you want to go with me?" Coulson invited.

"No, I'm very annoyed now. I just want to go for a walk by myself." Li Ze opened the door and jumped out of the car.

Colson didn't try to stay, and left with a group of black-clad brothers.

It was morning now, but the uniquely venomous sunshine of New Mexico shone on the land, creating a sultry and restless feeling.

Li Ze looked inside through the glass door of the bar, but it was empty inside.

He looked at the 'resting' sign on the door with some speechlessness. He never knew that the bar was closed in the morning because he never got up in the morning.

Sighing, he turned around and walked towards the fast food restaurant on the roadside.

This kind of fast food restaurant only provides a small amount of fast food such as burritos, pancakes, burgers, and simple drinks such as juice, coffee, and beer.

Fast, efficient and full of control.

Most of the customers are travelers, office workers and truck drivers.

Opening the door, there were not many customers inside. Sitting scatteredly on the booths.

An old woman with a round face, round glasses, and an apron was busy in the kitchen.

Li Ze stepped forward, but before he could speak, there was a sudden 'bang' not far away, the sound of breaking glass, and at the same time an arrogant and rough voice came.

"Give me another drink."

Li Ze turned his head when he heard the sound and was happy. We can't meet each other anywhere in the world.

He was holding a sledgehammer in a strange state of perception. He was very arrogant and sat on the chair in an average manner. A simple fast-food chair made him feel like a bandit king.

Sitting around him were two beautiful young women and a worried old man.

Thor's actions embarrassed the other three people. One of them, a woman, hurriedly apologized to the boss and chef and got up to clean up.

Li Ze's eyes moved and he looked at the other woman thoughtfully.

It's really exactly the same, but why do I want to laugh so much.

Max…………

He didn't go there or do anything, he just came here to drink. I sat down at the bar and ordered a bottle of New Mexico's unique absinthe beer.

Squeeze your mouth, feeling a different kind of bitter taste passing through your throat.

Sitting next to Li Ze were two long-distance truck drivers. Their obesity and jackets betrayed their profession. The two were chatting.

"That pit is very interesting. They said some kind of satellite fell in the desert."

"Yeah, we had a lot of fun. They said it was radioactive, and I put my whole hand on it until the federal agents showed up..."

"I'm sorry, did you say a satellite fell?" Jane turned around. She was very concerned about these things, so she asked curiously.

"Yes."

"What's that satellite like?" Dr. Schavig interjected.

"I don't know about satellites, but they are very heavy and no one can lift them." The man in a dark blue jacket turned around and gestured with his hands.

Thor, who was struggling with the round cake, put down his knife and fork and showed an evil smile.

Standing up, before anyone else could react, he stepped forward and grabbed the jacket man's shoulders.

"Where to go?"

Thor's condescending tone made the man in the jacket feel uncomfortable, but he still frowned and answered:

"Fifty miles west of here."

After hearing this, Thor neither thanked nor greeted anyone else, and turned to leave. As soon as he glanced away, he saw Li Ze next to him.

Li Ze put down the bottle just in time and met his eyes.

Thor's breathing quickened for a moment. Although he had lost his divine power, his intuition, which he had developed after more than a thousand years of fighting, was still there.

With just one glance, he knew that this person was not easy to mess with.

It's like a sheep and a wolf standing in front of you at the same time, even if you are a fool.

You can also instinctively tell which ones you can eat and which ones can eat you.

Seemingly feeling a little embarrassed by the prince of Asgard, Tony puffed out his chest, raised his head, and rounded his eyes like a peacock sitting in court, trying to overwhelm Li Ze in terms of momentum.

'Tch' Li Ze sneered and avoided Thor's provocative gaze.

At this time, Thor was simply a big brat who lacked education. Li Ze was in no mood to play the staring game with him.

Thor, who felt victorious, no longer wanted to fight, and hurried out of the restaurant. The people who were sitting around with him also got up and chased him out.

Li Ze drank a few bottles of beer and came to the conclusion that it didn't taste good and walked out of the restaurant.

The town is not big, just one block. Not far from the restaurant is Dr. Shavig's temporary research room.

The place was bustling now, with a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in black suits loading boxes one by one into the car.

Jane was arguing with Colson, her tone as excited as if Colson had robbed her of her man.

"I'm sorry, Sister Foster, but we're good people."

Although he had done it many times, Coulson still felt a little ashamed. Stealing a scientist's research data was tantamount to destroying her years of hard work.

Grabbing the last notebook from Jane's hand and throwing it into the car, Colson left behind a message of 'I'm sorry' and wanted to get in the car and leave.

"Wait!" Li Ze slowly walked over from the corner of the house: "Where is this sister's ID?"

"What?" Coulson was taken aback.

"ID." Li Ze hooked his hand.

Although he didn't know what Li Ze was doing, Coulson ordered his men to take the ID and hand it over to him.

Li Ze took it, returned it to the woman next to Jane, and said with a smile:

"You're welcome, Max."

"My name is not Max, my name is Daisy Louise." Louise subconsciously took the ID and said in surprise: "If you want my phone number..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Ze had already turned around and boarded Colson's car.