Chapter 116 Former Friends

After the performance, Atlas returned to the lounge and sat on a simple chair, wrapped in a strip of cloth for warmth.

He held a wine glass in his hand, and the brown wine in the glass swayed slightly, reflecting his lonely look. The atmosphere in the lounge was silent and depressing, and an invisible loneliness filled the air.

His eyes fell on the mirror in the lounge. The mirror was blurred and it looked like it hadn't been wiped for a long time. The image in the mirror was almost hazy. He suddenly felt that maybe this kind of blur was more in line with his complicated personality and experience.

He took a sip of the wine and held it in his mouth. The familiar sour taste echoed on his tongue. This was the only cheap wine sold within a dozen kilometers. Damn it, it wasn't like this a few decades ago.

After swallowing the wine, Atlas turned his head slightly and said to the visitor behind him: "Why did you come to kill me after so many years?"

As he spoke, he moved his gaze to an old yellowed photo hanging on the edge of the mirror.

The photo is a group photo of several people wearing tights. They are his former partners, former comrades-in-arms, and the past years.

In the end, dozens of cuts were left on the giant's back. Hawkeye stood on his shoulder and cut into the gap between the cervical vertebrae. With the blood spurting out and his wrist twisting hard, the giant fell to the ground with a bang, and the sky was smashed. dust.

At the same time, his figure quickly grew in size, his body swelled, and his muscles grew. He directly burst the tent's cloth roof, and a piece of cloth was torn apart by his powerful strength.

The originally laughing audience in the circus instantly fell into panic. They saw the giant tearing the top of the big tent, and then began to trample on something in the tent without any scruples, and then reached out to hit it.

Screams rang out around the tent, and the crowd began to run outside in confusion, trying to escape the sudden danger.

Clint sneered and rolled to avoid the giant's fist. Even without power armor, he could quickly dodge with his enhanced physical fitness.

After looking at the glass quietly for a while, Atlas picked up another glass from the table, slowly poured the wine into it, then raised the glass and smiled at Hawkeye: "Last glass? To celebrate our past? "

Before leaving, he asked the craftsmen to specially add this mechanical crossbow to him that could automatically load arrows. He was indeed proficient in firearms and fighting skills, but Clint always felt that it was lacking if he did not have something that could be fired. Something happened.

In the blink of an eye, the largest piece of debris was in front of him, and the engine of the power armor made a deafening roar, and it was ready.

The giant's body shook violently, and he staggered back several steps, leaving deep dents in the paved floor tiles.

But this pair of blades was specially blended with some vibranium - the vibranium earrings provided by the clone to make them extremely sharp.

The roaring roller coaster broke into three pieces in the air, and the strong wind roared along with the fragments. However, Hawkeye put on his helmet calmly, and complex data and calculation results were immediately projected in the goggles.

Those are the first letters in Atlas, symbolizing who he once was.

His muscles tensed and he punched out suddenly, making a heavy collision sound with the fragments, and then a group of afterimages flew out like a meteor, facing the huge giant.

"Then you better pray that the stuff on you is more resistant than your broken face!" Atlas yelled, his voice echoed in the air like a thunder, and the glass in his hand was crushed.

Looking at the dazed giant, Clint snorted coldly, pulled out a pair of sharp blades matching the power armor from his waist, and inserted them into the giant's heels like a mountaineering pick.

"Jesus, Clint. The world doesn't revolve around you. I'm just trying to survive."

The latter did not speak, but silently raised his right hand and ejected an automatic crossbow arrow. The tip of the arrow shone coldly in the dim light.

The villains see him as the Thunderbolts anti-hero, while the heroes see him as one of the villains in Zemo's 'Lords of Evil' team.

But Hawkeye would not give him a chance to breathe. The leg bearings of the power armor worked quickly and rushed forward, pushing the speed to nearly 100 kilometers per hour in a few seconds. "You are still the same as before, you will always waste yourself." The height advantage turns it into a disadvantage.”

The cloak fell to the ground, and his movements seemed to announce that he would no longer hide, and that the past and present would be displayed unabashedly in this room.

"I treat you well. We have experienced so many things together. Why would you betray us?"

The golden power armor shimmered, and the Hawkeye walking out of the shadows looked awe-inspiring and majestic. He tried hard not to look at the old photo, but to focus on Atlas:

Atlas was a little annoyed by the irony. He grabbed the roller coaster parked on the track next to him and threw it towards the golden power armor. Unfortunately, the Ferris wheel was really far away from him, otherwise he really wanted to stuff the eagle eye like a hamster. Go in and roll on the ground.

"Bah! Keep playing your nonsense. We should have killed you directly instead of letting you go. Zemo is really a stupid pig."

"What, aren't you fully developed? You weren't this short ten minutes ago."

But at this moment, with the blessing of power armor, he was even more powerful and could easily avoid the attack of the bloated giant's fist. This huge giant looked clumsy in front of him and could not compare with his flexibility and agility.

His transformation was so rapid that people couldn't help but be shocked. Atlas reached a height of nearly twenty meters in a few breaths.

The bald old man's voice was laced with self-mockery. He smiled bitterly and looked down at the wine that was slowly disappearing from the glass, trying to find some inexpressible answers in it.

"Don't drink?" The bald old man swallowed the wine in the glass, then stood up and tore off the cloak on his body, revealing the huge A logo on his chest.

"Ah - you little bastard, you are so mean!" The giant who was rubbing his forehead screamed, and a pair of big hands went down to touch him, but the extremely flexible Hawkeye had already shot a dozen times on him with his left and right hands alternately. Open the mouth and climb up.

"You haven't had it easy these past few years. You still have a wife and children to support. We haven't been able to do it without giving up for five buckets of rice."

If it were just an ordinary knife, it would really not be able to hurt Atlas. The physical fitness of giant people with Pym particles would also improve as they grew larger, and they could withstand attacks from most firearms and even missiles.

Some splashed gravel and planks hit him, making a clanking sound, but they couldn't hurt him at all.

But when every tourist ran to the circus gate, a faint red halo flashed around his head, and then his face became a little confused, and then he continued to run away as if he had remembered something.

"Are you ready? You can go see Baron Zemo."

Clint jumped to the ground and shook off the blood on his knife, then walked towards Atlas who hissed.