Marvel's Joker Game

On the train, Roger stretched and woke up with a yawn.

"You should take a nap." Looking at Natasha who was visibly tired across the seat, Roger made arrangements for a shift change.

Last night was Natasha's vigil, and it was his turn to watch during the day.

Natasha was not polite, closed her eyes, leaned against the car window, and fell into a light sleep state.

Roger had slept well last night and was energetic enough to observe the movements in the car.

This is an international train bound for Argentina. Because the seats in the box are sold out, they can only sit in the noisy ordinary carriage.

As the sun rises, the interior of the carriage gradually comes alive.

Vendors selling fruits, snacks, drinks and other commodities passed by frequently. Some were pushing carts, some were hanging boxes, and they were shouting constantly.

"Sir, don't you want to buy something?"

A stooped man with a hunched back and grinning yellow teeth was selling various products to him.

"No, thank you." Roger refused with a cold face.

No matter how hard the vendors tried to sell him, he just didn't buy it.

After a while, few vendors bothered him anymore.

"Dr. Banner, do you remember that mountain of bread?" Out of boredom, Roger took the initiative to chat.

Dr. Banner was not very talkative and said casually, "Well, remember, that's the iconic hill in Rio de Janeiro."

"I don't think that mountain should be called Loaf Mountain."

"What should it be called?" Banner was intrigued.

"Wang Bashan"

""Banner lost his chat again.

Roger continued with great interest: "When I stood on Mount Cristo and looked down at the Loaf Mountain, not to mention, from that angle, it looked like a huge turtle. If it wasn't a Bastard Mountain, it was nothing more."

Dr. Banner didn't want to talk to him, so he bought a newspaper and a magazine from a passing vendor, crossed his legs, and started reading leisurely.

Roger was bored talking alone, so he simply shut up and thought about his next plan.

He had just used his strange eyes to scan the entire train and found no obvious potential threats.

At least, the temporary change of route can temporarily escape the pursuit of drug dealers, and the effect is still good.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly.

Dr. Banner may have been hungry, so he bought three-cent fast food from the lunch vendor.

Just when Roger came back from going to the toilet, he saw Dr. Banner opening his lunch box and preparing to enjoy lunch. He also greeted him: "Let's eat together. I bought three portions. Don't be polite to me."

Roger went up and, without saying a word, took the lunch box from Dr. Banner's hand and threw the other two out of the car window.

"What are you doing?" Dr. Banner frowned and said angrily.

Without waiting for Roger to explain, Natasha opened her eyes at this moment, stared at Dr. Banner and said, "He did the right thing. You can't eat anything in the car casually."

Banner also knew that Natasha was right. If someone poisoned the food, except Dr. Banner, the other two people would be poisoned to death.

But I still felt very unhappy when the things I bought were thrown away as garbage.

"Be patient for now. We will arrive in the Argentine capital in two hours. When we get off the bus, you can eat as much as you want."

After Roger sat down, he still spoke a few words of comfort.

At the junction of the carriages, the vendor who sold Dr. Banner's lunch box showed an annoyed expression when he saw this scene, and then retreated to the next carriage.

"The poisoning failed. The other party was too vigilant and could not take action."

The lunch vendor walked to the other end and whispered to a man wearing a black hat and smoking through the car door.

The smoking man frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he cut off his cigarette and threw it into the small hole of the cigarette box in the smoking area. He turned around and said, "Get ready to use special weapons."

The hawker nodded, with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Natasha, I'm curious, how long have you lived?"

Roger held his chin with his hands, and his deep eyes suddenly glowed with energy.

Natasha rolled her eyes in displeasure and said, "Agent Roger, don't you know that it is rude to ask a woman's age at will?"

"Then how about you just treat me as rude and satisfy my boring curiosity?" Roger teased wantonly.

Natasha shook her head and refused: "Curiosity will kill the cat and it will kill you. The less you know, the longer you will live."

Roger was about to retort when his nose suddenly wrinkled and he smelled a strange, faint orange smell.

"What does it smell like? It's not your fart, is it?" Roger looked at her suspiciously.

"Don't talk nonsense, you're the one farting"

Natasha glared at him and tried to smell the air, and sure enough, there was a unique and weird smell.

"No, it's smoke." Natasha's face changed drastically and she said, "Cover your mouth."

Roger and Dr. Banner quickly followed suit. The three of them covered their mouths and noses and squatted down.

Natasha opened the glass window to let the air disperse, but the effect was limited. Both she and Roger inhaled some odor, and their heads began to feel dizzy.

The surrounding passengers fell down one after another, and soon the three of them were the only ones left awake in the entire carriage.

While she was still conscious, Natasha took out a small green bottle from her arms, poured out three white pills, took one herself, and said to Roger and Dr. Banner: "This is S.H.I.E.L.D. Special pills, swallow them quickly.”

Roger took the pill immediately, and his consciousness was completely gone, and his mind suddenly became clear.

Dr. Banner suddenly let go of his hand covering his mouth and nose and said, "I won't take any more. This smoke seems useless to me."

At this time, several sneaky figures appeared at the entrance of the carriage, all wearing black gas masks and holding heavy firearms, walking towards the direction where they were.

"It looks like he's fainted."

"Better be careful, these three are not ordinary people."

"What are you afraid of? My smoke has proven to be successful every time. Even a cow can't hold it for a moment, let alone a human being."

The four figures were getting closer and closer. One of them was holding a smoking stick in his right hand. The smoke was not very thick and spread quickly, filling the carriage.

Suddenly, several rays of sword light flashed by, and shrill screams came from the mist.

"Oh my foot, my foot is cut, please help me."

One of the masked men covered the base of his bleeding thigh and twisted heart-wrenchingly on the ground. It was too horrible to watch.

The other three masked men were each slightly injured. They were so frightened that they quickly grabbed their companions and retreated hastily.

"Leave those guys to me, you wait here."

Roger stood up with a grin, jumped up and down in the narrow carriage, and chased after him like a nimble flea.

Passing several carriages along the way, they were filled with unconscious passengers.

Although the assassins were injured, they ran extremely fast. It took Roger four carriages to catch up with them.

"He is alone, let's rob together, kill him first"

Seeing Roger rushing over, the four assassins raised their rifles, shotguns, sniper rifles, etc. to shoot at him.

Dense bullets flew around in the limited space, causing sparks to fly.

Like a roly-poly, Roger made all kinds of incredible and exaggerated movements to avoid every bullet fired at his body. After a random shot, he stood on the spot unscathed.

The four assassins' eyes widened, and the hands holding their firearms trembled slightly.

"This guy is not a human being. Bullets can't even hit him."

"Mutants must be mutants"

Just when the four masked men were frightened, Roger had already jumped up, and the flying knife in his hand flew up and down like a carp, which was really beautiful.

A moment later, three bodies fell into a pool of blood, but an assassin escaped to the next car.

Roger stepped on the corpse and continued the pursuit.

"Don't come here, or we will die together." The last assassin showed his bloodthirsty madness and took off his coat, revealing a row of bombs tied inside.

Roger stopped at his original plan, raised his hand and said: "Okay, if I don't kill you, you can go."

"Let's go." When the assassin heard this, he became inexplicably excited. "Where else can I go? If the mission fails, I will die sooner or later. Why don't I drag you to be buried with me?"

The next moment, the assassin rushed towards Roger like crazy and pulled off the fuse of the explosive with his left hand.

Roger's scalp went numb. At the moment of life and death, he jumped and fled to the box at the back.

bang

On a high-speed train, a carriage in the back half of the train exploded suddenly. When it was ejected from the track, the carriage was blown to pieces.

A train was blown into two pieces alive. The locomotive pulled the front half and continued to run at high speed over the wilderness. The exploded tail part was still burning with residual flames.

Roger lay down on the broken spot and carefully stuck his head out.

I saw that the second half of the train had been left far behind and quickly disappeared.

He wiped his forehead with cold sweat. It was extremely dangerous just now. If he hadn't acquired the skill of "Clown" and his physical fitness had undergone earth-shaking changes, he would have died in the wilderness just now without a burial place.