The next instant, five figures suddenly appeared inside the transparent room.
They were none other than the five highest-ranking leaders.
They were still a little bewildered when they first appeared, but as they looked around, they immediately spotted Hawkeye standing there.
Oh, a familiar face!
And a powerful Avenger at that!
"Clint, where are we?" asked one man whose hair was half black and half white.
His voice audibly trembled, though he tried to stay calm.
In fact, all five of them were panicking.
Though they stood at the pinnacle of power, they were all ordinary people.
Power only worked if someone acknowledged it.
And now, they had inexplicably been transported from Base Two to this strange place.
They were practically going mad.
And now, Hawkeye was their only lifeline.
Hawkeye had been studying them, wanting to see just what sort of daredevils had dared to offend that man.
Then he suddenly heard someone call his name.
Hawkeye turned toward the speaker and asked, "You know me?"
The man hurriedly said, "Of course I do, Clint. You're an Avenger under S.H.I.E.L.D., codenamed Hawkeye.
"We're your superiors' superiors! Which makes us your superiors too! So do you know what's going on? Where is this?"
Hawkeye paused at that, then said, "You should just accept reality, gentlemen!"
Hearing Hawkeye's response, they instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
White Hair asked tentatively, "Clint, do you know what's going on?"
Hawkeye nodded frankly and said, "Gentlemen, surely you haven't already forgotten what you did earlier?"
What had they done earlier?
They all froze, and then that faint sense of foreboding instantly grew.
"You mean all of this has something to do with that shopkeeper?" the man with half-white hair asked.
Hawkeye said, "Yes. Who else could do something this incredible?"
At Hawkeye's confirmation, their