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Chapter 183 I Don't Have a Granddaughter Like That ×2
"It looks like everyone did a good job."
Black Panther shook off the red bloodstains on his body. It wasn't as simple as just walking out from inside; they had been slaughtering people outside, going in and out seven times.
Any target that tried to stop them was dealt with physically; those who were slightly more lenient and chose to run away were ignored, and most were simply knocked unconscious.
As for those who were clearly filled with sadistic delusions and murderous intent, they spared none of them.
As I said before, in this wasteland world, you can never have too many of these guys, no matter how many you cut down.
Killing 100 out of 100 might be a bit much, but if you only kill 99 out of 100, there will definitely be some who slip through the net.
Just as Hawkeye was figuring out how to resolve the generational relationship between himself and Spider-Man, he was stunned by Black Panther's claws.
"Oh shit! Ashley! What the hell are you doing?"
Hawkeye was clutching his forehead in agony, looking rather pitiful.
Of course, this pity is more about hoping that the two guys in Spider-Man suits will ease up a bit when they're holding up Ashley, who is obviously shorter in comparison.
There was nothing he could do. Although he had left when his daughter was three months old, Hawkeye still felt like a good father who loved his daughter dearly.
Actually, when they caught this petty thief who was wearing a Spider-Man suit and actively stealing things, the old Spider-Man wanted to execute him on the spot, but the young Spider-Man persuaded him to stop.
There's no way around it, the former is just too conscientious.
Although the old Spider-Man had experienced a lot of messy things in the zombie universe, he still had a little bit of kindness, so the two of them kindly let the girl off the hook.
Arrest them first, then we'll talk.
But when they saw Black Panther and the others emerge from inside, the two Spider-Men were somewhat bewildered by the extra old man beside them.
When Black Panther introduced this man as Hawkeye, the two showed a certain respect for the old man before them, and in their world, Hawkeye had always been an indispensable member of the original Avengers.
Archers, you know? Without archers, every battle is lost, you know? Do you know how valuable that is?
Faced with Black Panther's embarrassment at having to cover his face, Hawkeye finally swallowed his pride and spoke politely to the two Spider-Men:
"Um... she's practically your granddaughter, could you please give her a break? By the way, are you Peter Parker?"
Upon hearing this, the two Spider-Men looked at each other. Although the younger Spider-Man was wearing a more modern outfit, the older Spider-Man was wearing an old-fashioned suit that he had made himself.
The two are somewhat like two generations, but they are both Peter Parker.
The main issue is the "granddaughter" that Hawkeye mentioned.
"We all are."
Actually, after a moment of surprise, both Spider-Men looked at the little girl who was being lifted into the air by the older Spider-Man and was trying to resist.
"I don't think I'll have a granddaughter like that." ×2
The two Spider-Men said this in unison, and it was clear that this was their attitude.
Black Panther waved helplessly, and the old Spider-Man immediately put Aisley down from his grasp.
The moment Ashley came down, she looked warily at the two men who might be her grandfather, but taking advantage of her father's distraction while he was talking, she jumped into the ruins and disappeared.
"Sigh, let her go. She won't suffer here."
Hawkeye pleaded helplessly. There was nothing he could do; after all, she was a girl who had inherited Spider-Man's bloodline, so her strength was definitely much greater than that of an ordinary person. Although she didn't have the ability to shoot webs, she was still strong enough to face any single enemy alone in this wasteland universe.
When Thor descended from the sky, whipping up lightning, the explosive sound blew everyone's hair back a little, but fortunately, everyone except Hawkeye was wearing a helmet.
"Clint, is that you?"
"Haha, it's me, Thor! I didn't expect you to look so handsome in another universe."
Hawkeye and Thor both scratched each other and bumped shoulders, a greeting after not seeing each other for a long time. Unfortunately, Clint could clearly sense that Thor didn't seem that happy, at least not like the big, goofy guy they remembered.
"Yes, it's nice to see you here."
Although Clint had noticed all these differences, he didn't take them to heart. After all, they were different universes, and maybe even genders could be swapped, let alone something as trivial as this.
But now, with their help, he can definitely accomplish something big again!
"Hawkeye, we've just arrived in this universe, and we need to confirm a lot of things."
Meeting you today was purely accidental, but we still hope to get help from you.
T'Challa spoke with impeccable manners, but he probably hadn't realized that if they hadn't said that, he would have been more eager to follow the updates. Hawkeye might have had to take the initiative to invite him.
He didn't know how long he had been waiting for this moment.
"Of course, no problem at all. I will tell you everything I know, and I can also find some other old friends. With you guys here, there will definitely be a lot of people coming together."
Both former leaders nodded in unison at that moment.
Hawkeye also unceremoniously dragged Thor and the others back to his home.
Well, although it was a bit risky, by the time Hawkeye realized that these heroes were there, the city's enemies were basically all gone.
With Kingpin, their only problem, already dealt with, there was no way any villains could possibly track them down, so Hawkeye was completely relieved.
But when everyone crowded into Hawkeye's little car repair shop, the old Spider-Man seemed a little surprised by the similar pupils of the robot standing at the door, which seemed to serve as a signboard.
"You are Ultron, aren't you?"
The Ultron robot, which had gone through countless iterations and looked somewhat old, raised its slightly rusty but glowing eyes and stared at the man in front of it, who was wearing a black trench coat, had a weathered face, and carried a familiar image.
"Yes, that's me. May I ask who you are? And why do you look so much like Peter Parker?"
The old Spider-Man seemed to want to say something more, but in the end, he swallowed his breath in a somber tone.
"It's nothing, it just happens to look alike. We're Hawkeye's friends."
Upon hearing this, Ultron turned to look at Hawkeye, who was laughing and surrounded by his entourage, but shook his head in a very human way. He seemed to be able to guess what the other was thinking and what he wanted to do, but he felt that all of this was too ridiculous.
"Okay, I hope you can do your best to protect yourselves, because sometimes when he goes crazy, he won't care about anyone else."
"Hey! Ultron! Get me that beer I've been hiding under my bed. I'm going to have a good drink."
When Hawkeye's deliberately magnanimous voice rang out in the room, the Ultron robot didn't move, but instead gave a hint of mockery:
"You drank all that wine when you were acting crazy back then, haven't you forgotten?"
"Oh, is that so?"
Hawkeye was a little embarrassed, but T'Challa didn't care. When he revealed his left hand with strange runes, he waved it, and instantly bottles of fresh beer and even some red wine appeared on the table.
"Oh, T'Challa from Minecraft doesn't know how to do that."
Hawkeye didn't hold back at all, even charging forward like a wolf, and pried open a beer bottle cap with his teeth. Goodness, his teeth were really hard.
You know, getting a bottle of liquor in the wasteland these days is incredibly difficult, almost as difficult as getting medicine or ice.
T'Challa picked up a beer and casually handed one to the old Spider-Man next to him.
When he arrived, Hanlu trusted and helped him a lot, opening a spatial dimension for him. It wasn't big, about the size of a bedroom, but it was perfectly fine for storing a little bit of supplies.
"Alright, we can talk now. The more detailed the information, the better."
T'Challa spoke seriously, and Hawkeye seemed to understand. After downing a beer, he slammed the empty bottle down on the table with a thud. At the same time, he leaned forward and deliberately lowered his voice:
"It's okay, I'll tell you everything, everything!"
You'll then understand just how awful this world really is.
……
Indeed, when the hero team began to enter this world, the world also noticed some strange changes.
East Coast.
The world-class city that was once called New York but is now called New Babylon has now become the territory of the undisputed leader of this villainous alliance—Red Skull.
While he was dividing the world into chessboards and cakes among all the villains and scoundrels, he was actually quite worried about these restless guys.
Today, as a piece of news interrupted his discussion, the red monster, standing before countless hero uniforms and reminiscing about the past, slightly turned his head:
"Something's happened in Hammerfall City. Some people say Hawkeye did it. Go and take care of it."
When the somewhat carefree old man under his command heard this, he shook his head helplessly.
He kicked the edge of the table, spun his chair around, and the prominent target-shaped tattoo on his forehead, along with his aged face, revealed a hint of impatient madness.
"If I remember correctly, there was a superhero there, someone you guys left behind. If he did it, then it's mine."
Red Skull didn't care about the guy's crazy talk, after all, he was indeed short of manpower right now.
"Okay, but don't forget, I need you to find out what happened there first."