You Want to Touch My Man? You Deserve It?

Outside the door, Hawkeye and Natasha, who had just rushed over to provide support, stared wide-eyed, their eyes full of shock.

They had never expected that they would arrive and even make their moves.

The key was that the guy in the black mechanical armor had clearly seen them, yet he had not taken them seriously at all.

He had actually killed Minister Pierce right in front of them. This was an outright provocation!

Seeing Loren kill Pierce outright, Hawkeye Barton said nothing, his face darkening as he immediately fired a second arrow at Loren.

This arrow was no longer aimed at Loren's face. It went straight for his eye.

It had to be said that Hawkeye truly deserved his reputation as the most renowned archer in the Marvel Universe. His accuracy was beyond question.

But unfortunately, his opponent was not an ordinary person. It was Loren.

Not to mention that Loren was currently wearing a high-tech suit of armor—even if he wore nothing at all, his physical strength would still be enough to crush Hawkeye.

After all, even Captain America could not compare to his physique.

Under such circumstances, how could a mere Hawkeye possibly be his match?

Just as Hawkeye's arrow was about to hit him, Loren tilted his head slightly.

In an instant, he effortlessly avoided the arrow.

Seeing this, Hawkeye was startled, his expression turning even more grave.

At the same time, as though unable to believe it, he continued firing a third and fourth arrow at Loren.

But the result was no different from before. Loren avoided every one of them with ease.

"How is that possible?!"

As one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top-tier marksmen, he had never missed an arrow before this.

No one had ever been able to dodge his arrows from such close range.

As for someone like Loren, who had consecutively dodged so many of his arrows, that was even more unheard of.

The scene before him made him feel as though he had seen a ghost.

What he did not know was that both Loren's neural reaction speed and muscular response speed were several times beyond those of ordinary people.

Therefore, arrows that seemed as fast as the wind in ordinary people's eyes moved as slowly as snails to him.

Not only that, but his Bat Armor also contained the artificial intelligence system Alice.

With her immense computing power, Alice had predicted the trajectory even before Hawkeye fired his arrows.

She had also automatically set evasive movements for the Bat Armor. In other words, Loren did not even need to move himself right now.

If Hawkeye learned of this, who knew how he would feel?

He would probably be driven into depression!

A dignified top S.H.I.E.L.D. archer had actually been outdone by someone else's artificial intelligence.

This was no mere slap in the face. It was like having his face ground into the dirt!

"Barton, it looks like those eyes that earned you the name Hawkeye are a little blind!"

After easily dodging Hawkeye's attacks, Loren walked toward Barton and spoke with a hint of mockery.

At his words, even the usually composed Hawkeye could not help but crack a little.

"You're courting death!"

Hawkeye snorted coldly, drew another arrow from the quiver on his back, pulled the bow to full draw, and fired it at Loren.

This time, Loren did not continue dodging.

Instead, he raised a hand and caught the arrow just like that.

"Slow. Too slow. How can a bow like yours possibly hurt anyone? Let me teach you how it's done!"

Loren smiled disdainfully, then casually flicked the arrow he had caught toward Hawkeye.

Instantly, the arrow let out a sharp whistle as it tore through the air with terrifying force.

Before Hawkeye could react, the arrow flashed like lightning and instantly pierced through his shoulder.

Blood immediately gushed from his shoulder like a fountain, soaking his entire shirt red in the blink of an eye. It was a horrifying sight.

The powerful penetrating force not only pierced Hawkeye's shoulder, but also drove the arrow heavily into a brick wall in the distance.

This showed just how terrifying the force behind Loren's casual throw had been.

Fortunately, he had thrown an arrow. If he had struck Hawkeye's body with his own fist just now—

Hawkeye's body would probably have exploded on the spot.

For a reference, think of The Story of Ricky. It would have been a hundred times bloodier than this.

"Barton!!!"

Seeing Loren severely wound Hawkeye in a single exchange, Natasha could not help revealing a look of shock.

She swiftly stepped in front of Hawkeye, taking up a fighting stance as she glared angrily at Loren.

It was as though she would launch an attack the moment Loren stepped forward.

Loren merely looked at her with interest, his face full of indifference.

Whether it was Hawkeye or Natasha, they were nothing more than ants in his eyes.

According to his classification of superheroes, Hawkeye and Natasha were at the very bottom.

Their combat power was only slightly higher than Fuck Hero's after getting cursed out.

Though Natasha's combat strength was nothing remarkable.

She was undeniably stunning, however. Both her figure and face were top-notch.

So much so that Loren could not help taking a few extra looks at her.

"That slender waist you could wrap your hands around, paired with those full breasts—truly tempting!

As expected of the superhero gene pool. Its reputation is well deserved!"

Looking at Natasha before him, Loren spoke with a half-smile, his eyes full of teasing.

It had to be said that Natasha in this world was far more glamorous and beautiful than the one in the Marvel movies.

No wonder she could attract the affection of so many male superheroes.

Forget them—even Loren had, for a moment, wanted to give her a good beating with his big stick.

But when he thought of Hulk's wicked smile in the Marvel movies, he forcefully stopped himself.

"Asshole, what did you say? What gene pool?"

Hearing Loren's mocking words, Natasha instead revealed a puzzled expression.

She seemed unable to understand what Loren was talking about.

Loren was puzzled as well.

The Natasha before him seemed completely different from the Black Widow he remembered!

"Nothing. I was just saying it casually. If I'm not mistaken, you should be S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Black Widow—Natasha, right?"

Loren knowingly asked.

"You know me? Who exactly are you? Why are you doing this?"

When Loren spoke her codename, Natasha's face filled with confusion as she immediately pressed him for answers.

Loren merely smiled. "You sure have a lot of questions, but sorry, I have no interest in answering them."

With that, he stopped paying attention to her and headed straight outside the building.

Pierce was dead now, so his objective had been successfully achieved.

With that, it was time for him to wrap things up.

As for S.H.I.E.L.D., as long as they did not come provoke him, he could not be bothered with them. They were merely small fry!

But seeing herself ignored by a man like Loren, Natasha became unhappy instead.

She immediately charged toward Loren, attempting to stop him from leaving.

But at that moment, a beautiful figure stepped in front of Loren before she could.

Then she fiercely kicked out, sending Natasha flying.

"You want to touch my man? You think you deserve it?!"

The suddenly appearing beauty wore a black Gothic dress that fluttered in the wind, making her look both seductive and enchanting.

Who else could it be but 2B?