New York, Manhattan, hell kitchen.


    At the headquarters of the flying car party, Clint lay on the bed in the single dormitory and couldn''t sleep.


    In the afternoon, he passed the information to the headquarters of s.h.i.e.l.d. through the bartender. He didn''t know whether Nick Frey had come up with a plan to kill Jason.


    It''s too boring to stay with a group of fools every day. He''s tired of undercover life and can''t wait to eat. He wants to go back to the s.h.i.e.l.d.


    At this time, there was a knock outside the door.


    Clint was slow for a few seconds, pretending to have just woke up and asked, "who?"


    "It''s me."


    Billy''s voice sounded outside the door.


    Clint breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "what''s up so late?"


    Billy''s voice came from outside the door. "I''ve slept all afternoon and I can''t sleep at night. Let''s go out and have a drink in a nightclub."


    "Wait a minute."


    Clint put on his clothes and opened the door without doubt.


    But the moment he opened the door, he found a trace of fear and vigilance in Billy''s eyes.


    Billy turned his head and dared not look at Clint. He went straight out: "come on, the car is right outside."


    Clint frowned, didn''t choose to keep up, but looked at his back and said, "get in the car first. How can you go to the nightclub without windy clothes? I''ll change my clothes first."


    "OK, hurry up and I''ll wait for you in the car."


    Kling nodded, turned back to the dormitory and locked the door.


    Billy''s abnormality made him realize that he had been exposed. Now the only way is to rush to the bar and go to the New York branch of s.h.i.e.l.d. for help.


    Clint lifted the quilt, pulled out the sheet, tied it to the foot of the table and tied a knot, then climbed out of the window, grabbed the sheet and fell to the ground from the third floor.


    The moment he landed, he took out his pistol and looked around.


    After confirming that there was no ambush, Clint quickly hid in the dark and ran towards the bar.


    Billy came downstairs, took out his walkie talkie and said, "Clint noticed my abnormality. He should have escaped. Let''s see you."


    On the roof of the building not far away, David is standing on the edge of the roof, enjoying the night view of New York.


    He took out his walkie talkie and said confidently, "don''t worry, he can''t escape."


    With that, David opened his mouth and roared softly.


    An invisible ultrasonic wave came out of his mouth and quickly spread around.


    A few seconds later, everything within a few hundred meters floated in David''s mind.


    David closed his mouth and said with a smile, "I found you."


    ………………


    Ten minutes later, Clint ran to the bar and knocked on the door.


    The bartender has changed his shape and put on the clothes of s.h.i.e.l.d.


    Seeing Clint, she was surprised and asked, "Why are you here?"


    Clint dodged into the bar and closed the door: "my identity has been exposed. The chase of the clown organization will come soon. I need to rush to the New York branch as soon as possible to seek their support. "


    The bartender nodded, went to get the car key and said, "I just got a contact from agent Colson. He said that the s.h.i.e.l.d.''s plan to assassinate Jason failed again."


    "Failed again!" Clint couldn''t believe that the s.h.i.e.l.d. had failed one after another.


    Did you not eat this month and a half for nothing.


    "Not only that, this matter is very big. Director Frey is likely to be held accountable by the World Security Council. Therefore, the director wants you to rush back to the s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. and hand over the information you collected to them. He hopes to get back to the first Bureau by relying on these information. "


    "OK, I''ll start now." Reaching for the key, Clint was ready to leave.


    "Wait a minute!" The bartender took out another black handbag and threw it on the ground. "You forgot your equipment."


    Clint is proficient in fighting and firearms, but his best skill is bow and arrow. He once won the gold medal in archery in the Olympic Games.


    According to his specialty, the s.h.i.e.l.d. spent a lot of effort to create a weapon tailored for him.


    Multifunctional and deformable high-strength bow.


    Modular, replaceable arrow.


    Although Clint with a gun and a knife is also very powerful, he survived, that is, the level of ACE special forces.


    But if he changed into a set of bows and arrows, he immediately upgraded from a special forces soldier to a superhero - "eagle eye".


    In a minute, Clint was dressed.


    He held a bow and carried the quiver behind him. It looked like a superhero.


    "Dong Dong Dong!"


    At this time, there was another knock outside the door.


    They looked at each other. The bartender raised his pistol and quietly went to the door to look out.


    The man outside the door has a thin face, medium long hair, black hair, a beard and a black suit.


    The bartender''s face changed. He came up quickly and said, "John wick."


    Hearing that it wasn''t Jason, Clint immediately showed disdain.


    He drew out an arrow and said, "I''ll kill him!"


    "No!" The bartender stopped him and said, "John wick was a famous killer in New York before he was imprisoned. If you spend time fighting with him, you will only attract more people. Your first task now is to rush back to the s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d., you leave through the back door, and I''ll stop her. "


    Clint frowned, a little distrustful of her strength.


    But the bartender smiled calmly: "every agent who joins the s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. is ready to sacrifice at any time. You go quickly. Director Furui needs you."


    After listening to her words, Clint stood in awe and said seriously, "be careful yourself!"


    With that, he quickly left the back door and got into a Ford car.


    After Clint left, the knock on the door rang out again, and the bartender followed the sound and resolutely shot at the door.


    "Bang bang!"


    Three bullet holes appeared in the glass door, and the glass fragments fell to the ground.


    John wick is a legendary killer. The bartender doesn''t dare to be careless. He still stares at the door with a gun.


    A few seconds later, a unique hoarse voice came: "madam, I''m looking for someone. I don''t mean any harm to you."


    As soon as the voice fell, the bartender shot at the source of the voice again.


    "Bang bang!"


    Just then, a bullet was shot out of the window, hitting the bartender''s pistol accurately, and a bullet hole was struck instantly.


    Armor piercing bullet!


    The bartender looked serious, threw away his pistol and pulled out a short knife from his waist.


    "Squeak ~"


    The glass door was pushed open. John wick came in with a gun in one hand and said again in his calm voice, "I don''t want to kill women. Put down the knife!"


    The bartender angrily said, "dream!"


    Then she raised her knife and rushed up.


    "Hey!"


    John sighed, put away his pistol and greeted him with his bare hands.


    He stooped, lowered his weight, dodged the blade, then quickly took his hand and held the bartender''s wrist.


    "Boo, boo, boo!"


    A white smoke rose at the wrist.


    The bartender only felt the bitter cold, and the next moment, her wrist lost consciousness.


    John took the opportunity to grab the knife and took a few steps back.


    When the bartender looked down, a thin layer of ice appeared on his wrist, and the muscles in the deep layer of his skin were frozen. He couldn''t make it out at all.


    The bartender asked in surprise, "are you also a superpower?"


    John threw away his knife and nodded, "frozen! This is my superpower. "


    The bartender''s face was very ugly.


    She never imagined that this kind of fictional ability, which only exists in movies and novels, would blowout inside the clown organization.


    Can it be said that the clown organization has mastered the method to let people quickly acquire super abilities.


    If this is true, the s.h.i.e.l.d. and the future of the world really don''t see a glimmer of hope.


    What is the goal of the clown organization? You always kill innocent people indiscriminately. Is it just for pleasure? "


    While questioning, the bartender quickly passed the information to the s.h.i.e.l.d. with his other hand hidden behind him.


    Her little movements were soon discovered by John. He shouted, "madam, let go of your hand!"


    As soon as the bartender''s expression changed, he immediately turned and ran away.


    She knew she would die, but she hoped to pass on this important information before she died, so that her death could be of some value.


    But as soon as she turned around, John followed and put his palm on her back.


    In an instant, an extreme cold came from the back, and then the skin of the whole body was tingled.


    Her running legs became slower and slower, and her fingers for fast editing text messages became more and more stiff.


    A few seconds later, she was finally nailed in place and could not move at all.


    A thin layer of ice clothes appeared all over her, just like an ice sculpture of ultra modern art.


    "Hey!"


    John sighed, pulled the communicator from her hand, threw it to the ground and crushed it.


    ………………


    Clint drove out of the alley behind the bar.


    But when he just appeared on the road, the car suddenly lost control.


    The steering wheel suddenly turned to the left uncontrollably. Clint couldn''t break it back with all his strength. At the same time, the car throttle was deeply sunk to the lowest, as if an invisible foot was stepping on him.


    "Squeak!!!"


    The tire rubs violently with the ground, making a harsh sound.


    The car began to take the front of the car as the origin, spinning wildly, and faster and faster.


    Clint was almost thrown out. He grabbed the handrail to keep it stable and stepped on the brake.


    “shit！ The brakes are out of order! "


    Clinton reached out and pulled out the car key, but the car''s engine was still running at high speed.


    "Shit!" There was a faint premonition in his heart.


    Resisting a strong sense of vertigo, Clint broke the car glass with his hand, then turned over and jumped out of the car.


    Just as he landed, the car stopped turning, retreated a few meters, and then accelerated towards him.


    Clint lunged to the other side and narrowly avoided the car impact.


    But the car seemed to lock him. If it failed at one time, it adjusted its direction again and rushed towards him.


    This time, instead of avoiding, Clint pulled out an arrow, pulled the bowstring full, and steadily hit the car''s engine.


    Clint looked at the speeding car, gently pressed the detonating button on the bow, and the high explosive in the head of the arrow detonated instantly.


    Boom!


    With a loud noise, the ruthless flame swallowed up all the carriages, and the car was blown several meters high, and then hit the ground heavily.


    The car was blown up and could no longer move.


    Clint pulled out the arrow, filled the bow string and looked around warily.


    The car will not get out of control for no reason, let alone hit him actively.


    There is only one explanation for all this. Here comes the clown organization!