The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 123 The Magical Use of Puba

"Alright boys." Natasha interrupted the Putties' conversation.

"Let's get the business done first."

"Ahem." Steve cleared his throat. "Natasha is right, we should be more serious."

"Got it." Hawkeye's tone still had a hint of smile, but he immediately put it away because he heard the footsteps coming from behind.

He drew his bow, put his arrow on it, turned around and aimed, all in one go. After seeing the person rushing towards him from behind with his hands on fire, the hallmark trait of the Desperate Virus, Hawkeye released the bowstring without hesitation.

The arrow shot from the bow and instantly penetrated the attacker's right eye socket. The attacker screamed and fell to the ground.

"Guys, I have a new guest here." Hawkeye reported the situation on his side. He did not relax after his successful attack. Instead, he re-loaded the arrow and drew the bow, aiming at the attacker crawling on the ground.

"What's the situation? Can you handle it alone?" Steve asked.

"It's still under control." Seeing that the other party wanted to get up, Hawkeye immediately shot the prepared arrow.

The arrow pierced the attacker's throat, and after the special arrowhead touched the ground, it unfolded into three claws that gripped the ground tightly and controlled the attacker to the ground.

"Be careful Captain, I think they might have more than just this one aid."

"Thanks for the reminder." Steve thanked Hawkeye for the information.

"It's a pity that there's no need. I've already seen them."

Just as Steve said, there were about a dozen people with bad intentions who surrounded them from all directions in the parking lot.

Steve looked at the encirclement and was on high alert. Fortunately, the general public had just been dispersed. This could be said to be a blessing in disguise.

"Captain, do you need to call for reinforcements?" Natasha asked in the communication channel.

"Yes," Steve replied.

Killian put on the coat handed to him by his subordinates. Although he was still naked, it looked better than being naked.

"Deal with them." After giving the order, Killian turned around and prepared to leave.

"Notify them quickly, Natasha." Steve urged as he dodged an enemy's attack.

"Killian's about to run."

"Don't worry, Captain." Putty used mud to break up the attacks of several enemies.

"As early as when Hawkeye was attacked, I called for reinforcements. They should be here by now."

As if to echo Putty's words, the transport plane Xingcha appeared above the parking lot with the roar of its engine.

Several dark shadows jumped out of the transport plane that had not yet landed and landed on the ground with a standard superhero landing.

"It seems we arrived in time." The Four-Handed Overlord stood up and slammed his fists against his chest, making a dull thud.

"I think we shouldn't have kept a low profile from the beginning." Thor turned the hammer in his hand, obviously scoffing at Steve's plan.

"In the end, it still depends on us to make a high-profile appearance."

"Plans cannot keep up with changes, Thor." Diamond God of War defended Steve.

"Steve's idea is correct, but something went wrong in the process, which no one could have predicted." "Let's say what you said makes sense." Thor did not argue about this matter anymore. He looked at the enemies who surrounded them with interest.

"Let's talk about big principles after the fight!"

The expressions of those who were injected with the Extremis virus became serious. Although they did not recognize a few of the big guys, they had heard of the reputation of Thor. The enemy before them would not allow them to relax at all.

After seeing the reinforcements of the Avengers, Killian quickened his pace and ran out of the parking lot, where the car his men had left for him was.

Of course, Killian didn't think that his car could outrun the spaceship sent by the Avengers. He just wanted to complete the mission given to him by Ultron, and he had to escape with all his strength before the mission was completed.

"That guy is about to run away." Thor noticed the running Killian and swung the hammer at Killian.

Killian's men would definitely not let Thor get his wish. More than a dozen people rushed towards Mjolnir, ready to stop it with their bodies.

The might of the hammer, after smashing more than a dozen bodies, Mjolnir was still moving towards Killian. Killian heard the sound of breaking air behind him and leaned to the left, thus avoiding the attack at the cost of having his right hand shattered.

But Killian didn't stop at all. He bypassed Mjolnir and ran out of the field regardless of anything.

Seeing that his first attack failed, Thor frowned and retracted the hammer, ready to hit Killian again. There was obviously an easier way, but Thor still chose to throw the hammer, obviously wanting to confront Killian.

At this time, the shattered enemies also repaired their limbs and rushed towards Thor one after another, ready to create an opportunity for Killian to escape.

"Looks like an army from hell," Thor complained.

These people had flames left over from the fusion of wounds on their bodies, and some even had cracks on their bodies that were slowly repairing. Sparks flew from their bodies from time to time, and their expressions were ferocious, just like the legendary evil spirits from hell.

Just as Thor was about to swing the hammer to deal with these people, a hand stopped him. Thor looked in the direction of the hand and found that it was Puba who had been silent since a while ago.

"The fighting will never end if it goes on like this." Puba said.

"give it to me."

After saying that, he walked towards the enemies that were rushing towards him. It was not difficult to notice from the front that in Puba's transparent abdomen, gases of different colors were rapidly churning, just like the witch's cauldron in fairy tales.

"You work hard for the boss, but the company is not yours. Why can't you figure it out?" Puba shook his head and said cynical words about the formation of this race.

"You've all been manipulated by your boss. A little bit of benefit has blinded your eyes. Wake up."

Puba raised his hands forward and white smoke spurted out from all the round holes on his body, instantly covering Puba himself and all the enemies.

"Is this guy okay?" Thor frowned and asked the Four-Handed Overlord next to him.

"Puba is definitely fine, but those people may not be." The Four-Handed Overlord said affirmatively.

"And I advise you not to get close to that white smoke." Putty looked at the white smoke with lingering fear.

"Who knows what he has synthesized?"

"Even though we are familiar with each other, I will still sue you for defamation if you say nonsense." Puba's voice came from the smoke.

Outside, the uncontrolled white fog was quickly blown away by the wind, allowing everyone to see the scene inside clearly.

The white mist dissipated, and only Puba was left standing. All the other enemies fell to the ground, apparently unconscious. At the same time, they no longer had the characteristics of the desperate virus.

"A large amount of Extremis virus antidote, plus a little bit of sedative. Oh, and because of my personal preference, I also added some mint fragrance."

(End of this chapter)