Marvel’s Princess Becomes King

What prehistoric humans, what forerunners, in Clint Barton sounded like a fantasy. If it weren’t for the serious look of the black marinated egg and the appearance of a dead father, he would think it was some reality show. Gu himself.

Isn't such a thing the plot in the movie? How can it happen in reality, but also to yourself?

Before finishing the sixth grade of elementary school, Crete Barton entered the juvenile management office. After he came out, he spent time with a few partners. He was robbery, robbery, and robbery every day. His knowledge was very lacking.

He is talented, but he has little insight, which is also one of the reasons why the black braised egg came to recruit him.

He picked up a piece of information next to him and turned it over, "Mr. Clint Barton, you were selected for the ice hockey team when you were nine years old. At that time, the team spoke highly of you and thought you were strong and fast. Fast and conscious, it’s a pity that after adolescence, your temper became more and more grumpy and you were eventually expelled from the team. Am I right?"

Clint Barton pursed his lips without saying a word.

The black braised egg quickly flipped through the information: "Battering, deliberately hurting, stealing, you and the psychologist in the junior management office said that you feel like a fire is suppressed in your heart, and you are so irritable that you can't control it... you Can you still feel the fire now?"

Clint was taken aback for a moment. The irritable impulse that had been affecting him all the time seemed to disappear without a trace. At this time, he was very calm, and his heart was more comfortable than ever before, and there was no sign of losing control.

"Why? What the **** is it that has tortured me for more than ten years?"

The black braised egg pointed out the window: "Look over there, tell me, what do you see?"

What do you mean? Clint Button looked out the window.

The glass was so bright, it was already evening, but he could see trees outside the window and birds on the branches. In order to avoid humans, the birds had to come out at night to forage. Is this some kind of hummingbird? The feathers are very beautiful.

Looking at it, Clint suddenly woke up, so far away, how could he see the feathers on the hummingbird? He couldn't see clearly during the day, let alone at night!

The black braised egg showed a determined expression: "Understood? Mr. Button, you are different from before."

Is he different from before? He looked out the window and said nothing for a long time.

He put a business card on the head of his bed.

"Leaving this ward, you will be arrested by the Boston police on nine counts of robbery, wounding, illegal possession of firearms, and theft of vehicles. If you want to take a new road, you can make this call. The Logistics Security Bureau will provide you with asylum. Think about it, Mr. Clint Barton."

The black braised egg pointed to his eyes, and then strode out of the ward.

......

Bella didn't know that she just took a look, and the Isu gene fragment in Clint Barton's body was forced to be sent out, almost killing her.

Her bloodline concentration of nearly 3% of Isu is completely crushed by the gene fragments that are less than one-hundredthousandths of ordinary people.

The opponent's genes have encountered huge high-level suppression, and they have directly transitioned from semi-manifestation to manifestation.

Her glance made the black stewed egg a bargain.

Because I’m worried, ‘Bella and Nata, the two are one, can blow up the world. The black braised egg followed Natasha to Boston and observed it secretly, and picked up Clint Barton, who had awakened his eagle-eyed vision because of the Isu genes.

Bella didn't know what happened secretly. Although her signing meeting encountered robbers, it had no effect on her.

The Boston Police Department assured the organizers that the target has been targeted and further investigations are underway.

There is no need for her to bother about negotiating with the authorities. Random House and Chanel both have upper-level channels. She is a migrant worker who earns 10% of her income. She doesn't need to be nosy. She is a tool person responsible for signing.

Natasha took a meal of French food. As a trainee agent, she exercised a lot and naturally ate a lot. This meal made Bella feel distressed.

The two then went to cook and exercise after dinner.

"Take me to sit on that flying carpet! You promised me!"

Bella was dumbfounded, looking like a duck: "What flying carpet? We have this thing in our house? No, you must have remembered it wrong."

Natasha squinted at her without speaking.

Seeing that there is no denial, someone can only admit defeat.

"There are too many people here..."

Natasha snapped her fingers: "I know a good place, come with me!"

They came to a dam in the outskirts, which had been abandoned and there was no ghost around.

Bella hesitated and summoned the magic carpet from the base of the angel team.

Seeing that the magic carpet was floating in the air, it seemed to be supported by a wave under the magic carpet, gently bulging like a water wave.

Natasha's eyes lit up and she reached out and touched the empty space under the magic carpet.

"There is nothing under you?!"

Bella heard a black line in her forehead, saying this in the middle of the night in the wilderness? Aren't you afraid of attracting ghosts?

She lowered the height of the magic carpet and turned it into a staircase shape, raised her leg and stepped onto the magic carpet.

Then she sat cross-legged and stretched out a hand to Natasha.

"Why sit cross-legged?" The cheap sister asked curiously.

Bella hasn’t really thought about this question, aren’t those on the magic carpet in the animation all cross-legged?

"It's because of the center of gravity? If this thing is standing on it, it must be unstable..." Natasha concluded with her scientific vision.

"Stop talking nonsense! Come up!" Bella grabbed her hand and flew into the sky domineeringly.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

"It's so cool! Yeah!--"

"Sprint!——Sprint! Cool!——"

Bella was afraid that Natasha would fall, so she could only hold her. Who knew that this guy was not honest yet, he kept twisting and twisting in his arms, and his mouth was even more emotional, making her face flushed. Up...

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An hour later ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the two landed on the ground.

Having a good time, Natasha likes these exciting things, the more exciting the better, but she still pointed out a lot of shortcomings of the magic carpet, such as not flying fast enough, such as no protection, which Bella ignored. , It was originally a magic item that was pretending, not a fighter!

The two had a day-to-day competition, and they could have gone back, but Natasha made a new request.

"My will is still weak, can you exercise my will?" Natasha asked with two short sticks.

what does this mean? If I can't help it, you can't beat me?

"Then I am here? You have to be mentally prepared, and you will be very embarrassed next."

"Come on! I won't resist!"

Bella thought for a while, then stretched out two fingers, a pale white cyclone swirled between them.

She showed a questioning look, and Natasha nodded, indicating that she could start.