Los Angeles, a bar manager's office.
Hawkeye broke in through the window, threw three throwing knives and killed three white gangsters in the manager's office.
Then he rushed to Martin Davis behind the desk like a whirlwind, pulled out a sharp long knife and put it on his neck.
"Take your right hand from under the table..."
"Move slowly..."
"OK! OK!" Martin Davis nodded quickly, slowly took out his right hand, and raised his hands obediently.
"Brother, if you want money, I have $200,000 in cash in my office safe!"
"You can take them all!"
Hawkeye stood behind him, grabbed his hair, and pulled it back hard.
"Martin Davis, Grote Brotherhood leader..."
"I heard that you have a Superpowered Individual who can retrieve objects from across the air. Where is he now?"
Martin Davis was stunned, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Brother, if you are here for him, I can only say, I'm sorry..."
"Huh?" Hawkeye pressed the handle of the knife a little harder, and the sharp Blade cut directly into the flesh of his neck, causing a line of blood to flow out.
He asked coldly, "Tell me, where is he?"
Feeling the burning pain on his neck, Martin Davis was so frightened that he quickly explained.
"Oh oh oh! Slow down brother, listen to my explanation!"
"The so-called Superpowered Individual does not exist at all!"
"I made this person up just to scare the enemies around me!"
Hawkeye's face darkened, and he couldn't help but cursed, "Fake!"
Martin Davis felt the anger coming from behind and quickly begged for mercy.
"Listen, brother, you can take all the $200,000 in the safe!"
"Just consider it my compensation!"
"Please spare my life!"
Hawkeye put away the long knife, and struck Martin Davis on the back of the neck with the knife in his left hand like lightning.
Martin groaned, lay down on his desk, and passed out.
Hawkeye returned the long sword to its sheath, walked quickly to the window, and jumped out.
I came to the next block and found the SUV parked here. Hawkeye opened the door and got in the car, ready to leave.
'Buzz~'
A cell phone vibrated in his inner pocket. He took it out and answered it immediately.
"Nat, are you okay?"
"Clint, I'm sorry, Nick Fury and I had a falling out..." Natasha Romanoff said in a low voice on the other end of the phone.
Hawkeye looked sad, he hesitated and said, "That's okay..."
"Leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. may be the right choice for you..."
On the other end of the phone, Natasha sniffed and persuaded, "Clint, Nick Fury can't be trusted..."
"If you continue to work under him, something will happen sooner or later!"
Hawkeye looked bitter. "Our situation is different, Nat..."
"You know how to contact me if you need anything!"
"Thank you..." Natasha said with red eyes on the other end of the phone, "Please take care..."
After hanging up the phone, Hawkeye couldn't help but cursed.
"Farke! Farke! Farke!!"
He pounded the steering wheel several times to vent his anger.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief, started the car, and rushed to the location of the next suspected invisible Superpowered Individual.
Malibu, Tony Stark Seaside Villa.
The golden-red Iron Armor fell from the patio, and the helmet opened, revealing Tony Stark's face.
He walked to the bar and picked up a bottle of Macallan to pour wine. Suddenly, a voice came from the single sofa in the shadow.
"Tony Stark..."
Tony turned around instantly, and Repulsor Ray lit up a blue light and aimed at the shadow.
"Jarvis, turn on the lights!"
Jarvis: "Okay, sir."
The lights turned on, illuminating the one-eyed Black Braised Egg sitting on the sofa.
"Wow, you look like a home invasion guy..."
Nick Fury said with a dark face, "I didn't expect the famous Iron Man to be a racist!"
"No, no, no!" Tony shook his head and said, "I don't discriminate against other people, I just hate idiots like you who like to get something for nothing!"
"But you don't look like you are short of money, so who are you?"
"Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
With that said, he stood up and walked to the bar, throwing out a kraft paper file with 'Avengers Initiative' printed on it.
Tony put down his hand, looked down at the name on the cover, and casually pressed the wine glass on the file.
"Is illegal intrusion popular among agents nowadays?"
"S.H.I.E.L.D., I remember this name. The guy who came last time was a guy with a very kind smile..."
"He is much more polite than you, the director..."
Nick Fury raised his legs and sat on a high stool, minding his own business and pouring himself a glass of wine.
"We've been monitoring you for months, Tony Stark."
"Your father Howard Stark was once the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., the world..."
Before he finished speaking, Crimson Portal opened and Richard walked out.
"Hey, Jarvis, Tony is..."
The cheerful voice stopped suddenly, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw Tony and Nick Fury standing and sitting together.
"Wow, it seems I came at the wrong time..."
"How about I come back later?"
After speaking, he gestured and returned Portal.
"Richard, wait a minute!" Tony shouted quickly. He turned to look at Nick Fury, "I think this uninvited guest will leave soon..."
Nick Fury ignored Tony's words. He narrowed his eyes, looked straight at Richard's opened Crimson Portal, and asked in a solemn voice:
"Doctor Richard, where were you at 12:58 this morning?"
Richard took back the foot that stepped into Portal, and waved away Portal.
"Nick Fury Director, are you interrogating me?"
He probably guessed why Nick Fury doubted himself...
But since he dared to take away Space Stone, he would naturally not be afraid of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s accountability.
Tony helped. "Isn't S.H.I.E.L.D. a secret service agency? When did you change your career to become a police officer?"
Nick Fury's single eye stared sharply at Richard and asked again.
"Please answer me now, Doctor Richard, where were you at 12:58 this morning?"
Richard curled his lips and said jokingly, "I went somewhere to pick up a dangerous item that would endanger the earth..."
Nick Fury's face instantly turned livid, and he said coldly, "Richard, Cosmic Cube belongs to S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
"Your stealing it constitutes serious treason!"
"Hand over Cosmic Cube immediately, otherwise you will taste the menu of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special prison!"
"Cosmic Cube?" Richard said mockingly, "It's so funny, you don't even know what its real name is..."
"So you don't know that the real Master of that thing is the god king of Asgard?"
"And, treason?!"
"Which country am I rebelling against?!"
"I remember that S.H.I.E.L.D. seems to be a special agent organization directly under UN Security Council, right?"
"As the director, your butt is a little crooked..."
"Hey! Wait a minute!" Tony quickly interjected, "Cosmic Cube? Endangering the earth? And Asgard God King?"
"Who can tell me what is going on?"
Richard shrugged his shoulders, stretched out his hand, and the single sofa not far away slid directly in front of him.
He turned around and sat down, crossed his legs, then pointed at the file on the bar and said, "Tony, I suggest you take a look at that file first..."
"This Nick Fury director wants to form a super boy band to protect the earth..."