Chapter 117 Repairing Ant-Man’s Helmet

Thanks to his enhanced body, the giant whose blood had flowed into a red stream still had a breath of air. He tried hard to turn his eyes to the eagle eye standing by his ears - he could no longer feel the part below his neck.

"Let's do it." Atlas looked at the golden figure that was already somewhat blurry in his sight from the corner of his eye, with a hint of ridicule and disdain in his voice.

Clint wore golden power armor, jumped lightly onto the giant's chest, and stepped on the huge letter 'A'.

His right arm was slowly raised, and a crossbow arrow was ready, pointing at the giant's gradually dilated pupils. Hawkeye's expression was calm and firm, and his eyes were locked into the giant's eyes, as if he wanted to see directly into his heart at this moment.

"Have you ever regretted it?"

"there has never been."

In the silence, time seemed to freeze. Then, Hawkeye's finger gently pulled the trigger, and the crossbow bolt left the string with a sharp whine under the powerful force.

"It's not a small challenge, but since you trust me, I will try my best to repair it." The craftsman said, placing the helmet on the workbench, he took out some tools and began to analyze the internal structure of the helmet.

"Hopefully Dwight washes his hair every day."

In addition, long-term and repeated exposure to Pym particles can also allow users to secrete Pym particles themselves. The human body is amazing, right?

Then, after he squinted hard for a while, hundreds of ants crawled in from the window sill, stopped in front of him and began to circle.

Then, Hawkeye raised his head and focused his gaze on the surrounding circus and amusement facilities. He saw that this once bustling place had now turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Do it because maybe some guy with a bullseye on his forehead will come and see what this is all about.

Then he turned his attention to the golden power armor neatly placed in the corner. There were a lot of them. It seemed that the craftsmen were not idle during the time they were out.

Eagle Eyes smiled, stuffed the photo into the storage bin, and sniffed.

Looking at Clint holding a jar and collecting blood from the wound, Bai Ye continued to think silently.

Bullseye would only be so excited that he would start tracking the path Hawkeye took, and maybe even lead out Bucky Barnes, who was reused by the Red Skull as the Winter Soldier.

He gently pulled his fingers out from the inside of the helmet, and then reattached some small parts and shells to the helmet. The entire repair process seemed to go smoothly.

He raised his head and saw the Ant-Man helmet in Bai Ye's hand, and couldn't help but smile.

Clint grabbed the helmet and placed it on his head, a faint electronic sound of activation ringing in his ears as the helmet restarted.

That is Mr. Bullseye, the Red Skull's Grand Marshal. The Necromancer implant on his head can only determine whether the person in front of him is lying based on his heart rate.

His eyes drifted away from the burning ruins. Suddenly, his hand suddenly stretched out and accurately grabbed a yellowed photo that was floating in front of him and being swallowed by the flames. He rubbed his fingers on the burnt edges of the photo and pulled it out. The flames went out.

Just now, he and Wanda were not just watching the show. They went around the circus and used telepathy to drive away all the irrelevant people. By the way, the only memories they had of today were a man with arrows and a giant. A fight breaks out.

Bai Ye and Eagle Eye stood aside quietly, watching the craftsman's movements.

"not bad."

"How does revenge feel?" Hearing the voice behind him, Clint turned around. Bai Ye and Wanda were falling from the sky, with several large jars wrapped in red telepathy beside them.

He couldn't help sighing and scratching his head. He didn't know much about this kind of gadget. It might not be easy to extract it.

"Bang!" The powerful arrow shot through the giant's pupil, shattered his eyeballs, and hit his brainstem directly. The giant's body twitched violently, and then fell into deathly silence. He could no longer make any sound and just lay quietly on the ground.

It seemed to be a group photo of a superhero team. Several people in the picture were holding hands and smiling at the camera, exuding an atmosphere of cordiality and unity.

Seeing that the old guy was in good spirits, Bai Ye shrugged and handed him the jar, gesturing for him to get some of Atlas's blood. It would be more convenient for them if this guy became so big.

But the strange thing is that all the tourists who were originally present have already left, and no one is left in this sea of ​​​​fire. It seems that they have long realized that this is not a safe place.

"It should be no problem now, give it a try." The craftsman encouraged.

After confirming that Clint was gradually familiar with the operation of Ant-Man's helmet, the craftsman turned his head and approached the jars filled with blood, tapped one of them lightly with his finger, and the jar made a low echo.

After that, he set off another fire, blurring out the details of the battle.

Of course, these are minor matters. These enhanced people can be regarded as today's lucky draw. What is important is the blood containing Pym particles. As long as the host does not take the initiative to completely clean up the Pym particles in his blood, they will It will stay there for decades, no more, no less.

And those civilians did not lie, they were just too scared to remember the details. Bullseye, who had not killed a superhero in decades, would not have the time to target these innocent people.

Bai Ye nodded, handed out the helmet and then said: "We also have some blood samples containing Pym particles. Take the time to see if you can separate some particles from them."

The raging flames devoured everything, turning the laughter into smoke and fire.

"Ah, Ant-Man's helmet, do you want me to repair this thing?" the craftsman put down the tools in his hands and wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked.

Under the skilled hands of the craftsman, the internal parts of the helmet were gradually revealed. He repaired it with concentration, adjusting the details from time to time, and his fingers flying up and down seemed to perform a tiny dance.

Standing in the center is a tall man with a big A conspicuously on his chest.

This man looked resolute and confident. He put a big hand on the shoulder of a comrade next to him who was carrying a purple bow and arrow. They seemed to have a very good relationship.

After more than ten minutes, the tool in the hands of the craftsman finally stopped.

What we have to do now is to go back and try to separate it and then use it again.

Clint felt a little relieved, it meant that at least no innocent people were harmed in the aftermath of this battle.

Returning to the workshop, several people walked into the familiar workshop, where the craftsmen were busy. His hands were covered with sweat, but his face showed a happy expression.

But you can also find another way.

See if you can build a machine that can automatically separate Pym particles.

Will update more tomorrow