Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Just as the black car was about to enter the maintenance channel, Vulture discovered their whereabouts. "Over there!" He shouted and led his men to chase after the black car.

The maintenance passage was even narrower and filled with various pipes and equipment. Zero drove the car carefully, trying to avoid hitting the surrounding objects.

However, the pursuers behind were getting closer and closer, and they could already hear the whirling sound of the vulture's wings flapping.

Hawkeye knew that they had to fight back. He took out the quiver from his back, took out a few arrows, and assembled them quickly in his hands. These arrows had been specially modified by him so that they could exert their maximum power in such a narrow space.

"Get ready, we're going to teach them a lesson." Hawkeye said coldly.

He placed the arrow on the longbow and pulled the bowstring with all his strength. His muscles tensed under his clothes as hard as rock.

With a low sound of a bowstring vibrating, the arrow shot out like an arrow from a bow. The arrow flew through the narrow maintenance passage at a high speed, bringing up a whistling sound. It flew straight to the top of the passage, where there was a key supporting structure.

With a loud bang, the arrow hit the target accurately, releasing a powerful flame instantly. A huge gap was blown out on the top of the maintenance passage, and the surrounding stones and concrete blocks fell down one after another.

Then, like a domino effect, more structures began to collapse.

The pipes burst open under the impact of the explosion, spewing out a large amount of steam and liquid with a sharp hissing sound. The equipment was also smashed to pieces, sparks flew everywhere. The entire maintenance channel fell into chaos, filled with smoke and dust, and the vision became blurred.

Vulture and his men tried to dodge, but because of their speed, they could not control their bodies completely. Some of them crashed directly into the collapsing wall, screaming in pain.

The vulture flapped its wings, trying to find a safe place to hide in the smoke and falling rocks. He watched helplessly as the passage in front of him was completely blocked by a large amount of rocks and ruins, blocking their way to continue the pursuit.

Ling, Su Enxi and Hawkeye in the car felt the strong vibration brought by the explosion, but they also breathed a sigh of relief. Ling carefully drove the car to continue moving forward in the maintenance channel, trying to avoid the small stones that were still falling.

Su Enxi looked at the blocked passage behind and said, "I hope this can hold them back temporarily."

Hawkeye calmly replied: "This is only temporary. Getting caught in New York is a certainty."

Su Enxi looked at the blocked passage behind and said, "I hope this can delay them temporarily." There was a hint of luck in her eyes. Although she knew that this might only be a temporary solution, she could only hope for it at the moment.

Hawkeye calmly replied: "This is only temporary. Being caught in New York is inevitable." His expression was grim, and his eyes revealed a clear assessment of the situation.

The Chevrolet quickly left the maintenance lane and once again entered the heavy traffic on Thanksgiving Day.

The car was weaving in and out of the traffic, surrounded by all kinds of vehicles, including small vans full of laughing families going to Thanksgiving gatherings, large buses covered with various advertising slogans, and those shiny and expensive luxury cars. People were immersed in the festive atmosphere, with cheerful music and people talking and laughing coming from the car windows, and no one paid much attention to this slightly messy black car.

However, Ling knew that this Chevrolet with wounds and scratches was too conspicuous even in the mixed traffic. Those scratches were like ugly scars, flashing a dazzling light in the sun.

"We have to change cars." Ling frowned and said, her eyes searching for the right opportunity in the traffic. Her eyes revealed a kind of urgency, and she carefully looked at every car passing by, trying to find the best transfer option from those cars running normally.

Su Enxi and Hawkeye also understood this. They vigilantly observed the movements around them, like two frightened wild beasts, always ready to deal with possible dangers.

Soon, the car stopped by the roadside, and then the three of them hailed a taxi. The taxi driver was a slightly fat middle-aged black man with dark and shiny skin, like a piece of carefully polished ebony. He was wearing a slightly loose white shirt with a slightly open collar, revealing a small piece of his strong chest. There was also a silver necklace hanging around his neck, which flickered faintly in the sun.

Seeing that the three people looked a little anxious, he asked puzzledly, "Where are you going?" His voice was low and magnetic, with a unique New York accent. It sounded like it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat, and each syllable was drawn out.

Hawkeye said casually: "Drive whatever you want, let's get out of here first." His tone was flat, not revealing any unnecessary information, but his eyes were still scanning the surrounding environment vigilantly.

The driver shrugged, his broad shoulders rising and falling like two small hills under his white shirt. He started the car, and the taxi slowly drove into the traffic, getting farther and farther away from the abandoned Chevrolet on the roadside.

The taxi was filled with a faint smell of tobacco and cheap perfume. The radio was playing black music, and the strong rhythm was like a beating heart, full of vitality and passion. Every drum beat seemed to be hitting the air in the car, making the entire small space full of movement.

Hawkeye suddenly said: "Change the destination and send us to the New York airport."

The driver turned his head slightly and glanced at them, a hint of confusion on his face, but he didn't ask any more questions. He simply replied, "You decide." Then he adjusted the steering wheel and drove towards the New York airport.

A few minutes later.

Lester appeared beside the sedan.

He glanced at the black Chevrolet, holding the phone in his hand with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Lost?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, should we arrange for you to retire? You can't even catch so many people."

Vulture's voice came: "I have tried my best, and I was almost buried alive. The rest is up to you. I have suffered heavy casualties here." There was a hint of fatigue and anger in Vulture's voice. The explosion just now caused him to lose a lot of his men, and he almost died in it.

"Row!"

Lester turned over and rode on the motorcycle beside him. At the same time, he heard Angela's voice in his ears.

"The highway has been blocked, and our people are cooperating with the New York City police to conduct a carpet search." Angela's voice sounded clearly in Lester's ears.

Lester shook his head and stepped on the accelerator hard. The motorcycle was like an enraged beast, speeding through the traffic.

There was a thoughtful look in his eyes, "They won't take the highway, and they probably won't leave by boat. Their targets are too big, and they can't get far. The only way for them to leave New York is by plane... Send the Tyrant!" Lester's voice was firm. He quickly analyzed various possibilities in his mind, and he thought the "Tyrant" was the most likely means to intercept the target.

Angela was stunned, and there was some uncertainty in her tone, "Will it be too noisy? Today is Thanksgiving." There was a hint of worry in her voice. After all, on such a special holiday, if a powerful and eye-catching force like "Tyrant" was deployed, it would likely cause unnecessary panic. Moreover, it might also attract too much unnecessary attention, causing the entire operation to lose its original concealment.

Lester snorted disapprovingly. "Do you think now is the time to consider the size of the commotion? If we let them get away, we'll be in even bigger trouble. The boss doesn't care about Thanksgiving when he kills people.

In addition, the Thanksgiving crowd can provide us with better cover. Those people thought they could hide themselves in the crowd, but they were wrong. As long as the 'tyrant' appeared, they would have nowhere to hide. "

Angela was silent for a while. She knew that what Lester said made sense. But she still had some concerns: "But once the 'tyrant' appears, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no casualties among civilians. Although we have to catch the target, we cannot ignore the public's reaction. If this matter is exposed by the media, we will face huge pressure from public opinion."

Lester frowned, "Thank you for the pressure from public opinion? Whoever dares to report it will be killed!"

Angela nodded, "Okay, I'll try my best to arrange it. But you have to resolve the battle as soon as possible and don't make things more complicated."

Lester didn't reply, his attention focused on the road ahead.

The motorcycle weaved flexibly in the traffic, overtaking and changing lanes from time to time, speeding towards the New York airport.

At this time, Hawkeye, Su Enxi and Ling in the taxi were unaware of the huge danger they were about to face.

As the taxi got closer to the New York airport, the driver started chatting with them: "There must be a lot of people at the airport today. Are you going on a trip or a business trip?"

Hawkeye glanced at the driver and answered casually, "Travel."

The driver smiled and said, "Traveling on Thanksgiving is a good choice. There are great celebrations in many places."

The two were chatting when they suddenly heard the sound of a helicopter overhead. The sound came from far away, roaring in the sky like thunder, making people's ears buzz. The huge propeller of the helicopter stirred the air, forming a strong airflow, and the trees and some light objects below were blown all over the place.

The expressions on the three people's faces immediately became serious.

Hawkeye's hand unconsciously clenched the bow beside him, and his eyes were fixed on the helicopter in the sky outside the car window, with a vigilant look in his eyes, as if countless unknown dangers were hidden in the helicopter. Su Enxi also stopped fiddling with the data storage device in her hand. She leaned forward slightly, staring at the helicopter without blinking, and an ominous premonition surged in her heart. Ling pursed his lips tightly and placed his hands on his knees.

Be prepared to take action at any time.

Seeing that the helicopter did not fly towards the airport, but just circled around and left, they relaxed again. The taxi driver did not seem to notice their abnormality, and continued to drive the car, humming a little tune.

But what they didn't know was that there was a sudden and violent vibration from the two trucks parked in the underground parking lot of the New York Airport. The sound was dull and powerful, as if some huge creature was struggling to get out. The truck body also shook with the vibration, and some car alarms around were triggered by the vibration, and suddenly a shrill sound was heard.

The Tyrant has long been deployed in every corner of New York City. As Fisk's lair, how could he not carefully build it into an iron barrel?

A place as crucial as the New York airport was impossible to let go. In the truck compartment, the huge and oppressive bodies of the "tyrants" emitted a chilling cold light in the darkness.

As the vibration became more and more intense, the truck's door began to deform, and some screws and iron sheets were shaken off.

"Drip drop~"

Hawkeye felt a vibration, and the pager on his body, which had been turned off, was forced to start again. Hawkeye frowned, and a trace of doubt and uneasiness surged in his heart.

But then Natasha's voice came from the headset in his ear: "Hey, does our Agent Barton need support?" Hearing this voice, Hawkeye felt a little relieved, and a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes, but he did not show it. Instead, he said calmly: "We are still more than ten minutes away from the New York airport."

Natasha looked around and saw the familiar yet strange scene of the New York airport. She didn't know why, but she couldn't help but feel fear as soon as she returned to this place. Maybe it was because of what happened in that bathroom last time. It was a thrilling experience, and every detail was deeply engraved in her memory. As long as she approached this place, those horrific scenes flooded back into her mind like a tide.

Thinking about it now still makes me feel scared.

But no matter what, it's that damn bastard's fault.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress those negative emotions, and then continued: "Everything is safe here."

Su Enxi and Ling looked at Hawkeye in confusion. Although they didn't know who the visitor was, they could tell from Hawkeye's slightly relaxed expression that he was a friend and not an enemy.

Su Enxi asked in a low voice: "Is he your friend?"

Hawkeye nodded slightly, his eyes still scanning the window vigilantly, "Hmm!".

He didn't seem to want to explain anything after saying that.

The taxi continued to speed towards the airport. The driver seemed to notice that the tense atmosphere in the car had eased a little, and began to chat casually: "You guys look so nervous, is this your first time at the New York airport? Actually, there's nothing to worry about here. Apart from the large number of people, the order is still very good."

However, just as they were getting closer and closer to the airport, the two trucks parked in the underground parking lot finally seemed unable to withstand the impact of the "Tyrants". With a loud noise of twisted metal, seven or eight Tyrants broke out of the trucks like prehistoric beasts. Their huge bodies stood out in the underground parking lot, and every step they took made the ground tremble slightly. Its red eyes flashed with a cold light, and it began to search the various passages of the airport, aiming directly at Hawkeye and others who were about to arrive.

Hawkeye in the taxi suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness. His intuition told him that danger was approaching rapidly. He tightened his bow in his hand again and said to the driver, "Can you drive faster?"

"You can't go any faster. Can't you see there's a traffic jam ahead?" the driver replied unhappily. Sweat beads had already appeared on his forehead. He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, staring at the long line of cars ahead with helplessness in his eyes.

The convoy was like a long, dead snake, lying motionless on the road. The surrounding vehicles honked their horns one after another, and the noisy horn sounds intertwined together, like a symphony without any melody, which made people upset. Hawkeye looked at the congested road ahead through the car window, and his uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

In this way, the speed of the car did not increase, but became slower and slower. Every move was like a difficult struggle. The driver kept adjusting the direction, trying to find a gap in this airtight traffic jam. The atmosphere in the car became more and more depressing, and time seemed to be infinitely stretched by the congestion.

However, we still arrived at the airport safely in about thirty minutes.

The taxi slowly drove into the airport parking area, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But just as the taxi stopped, Hawkeye suddenly kicked the door open with such force that it flew out like a cannonball, making a loud noise that was particularly harsh in the quiet parking area.

Hawkeye then jumped out of the car, pulling the two women in the back seat.

His actions were swift and decisive. Years of special agent training had enabled him to react correctly in the moment before danger came. Just as they jumped out of the car, a large hole suddenly blew up in the concrete floor below. The impact of the explosion was extremely strong. With a deafening roar, thick smoke and rubble engulfed the entire taxi like a surging wave. Under the impact of this force, the taxi instantly turned into a pile of twisted metal fragments, flying everywhere.

The expressionless tyrant was wearing a windbreaker that fluttered in the airflow of the explosion, and he dropped the armor-piercing rocket launcher on his shoulder. The rocket launcher flashed a cold metallic luster in the sun, exuding a deadly aura.

At the same time, not far away, the glass in the airport hall shattered. The sound of the broken glass was like a prelude to death, sharp and piercing. One after another, tall tyrants ran out of the airport hall.

Every time they took a step, the ground trembled, as if they were bearing a huge force. They rushed towards Hawkeye and his group at a speed as fast as a running locomotive. Their eyes flashed with a cold red light, which revealed the desire to kill. Their huge bodies brought up a gust of wind as they ran, and the small objects around them were swept into the air by the airflow, and then ruthlessly thrown down.

The crowd around screamed, and the screams instantly flooded the entire airport like a surging tide. People fled in panic like frightened birds and animals. Luggage was thrown all over the floor, and people pushed and squeezed, just wanting to get as far away from these terrifying monsters as possible. But there were also those who were not afraid of death, or those who were shocked by the amazing scene and forgot their fear, and raised the cameras they could find. They were like a group of bystanders who tried to record this incredible scene, their fingers kept pressing the shutter, and the flash lights kept flashing in the chaotic scene.

Hawkeye cursed under his breath, he knew these people had no idea what they were doing and their actions would only make the situation more complicated.

But he didn't have time to care about these people now. His eyes were fixed on the tyrant who was rushing over. He quickly pulled out a special arrow from his back, put it on the bow, and then pulled the bowstring to its full length. The arrow was flashing with a faint blue light. It was an arrow specially made for dealing with such a powerful enemy.

"Su Enxi, Zero, get cover!" Hawkeye shouted, and then he released the bowstring. The arrow shot towards the tyrant in front like a blue lightning. The arrow made a sharp whistling sound during its flight, and the sound was like the roar of the god of death.

The tyrant saw the arrow flying towards him, but did not try to dodge it. It just raised its arm slightly, and that arm was like a thick tree trunk.

The arrow hit its arm hard, making a dull thud, and then the energy exploded. A blue light flashed, accompanied by a strong airflow, and some small objects around were blown further away.

However, what surprised Hawkeye was that although the arrow caused some impact on the tyrant, it did not cause any substantial damage to it. It just paused for a moment and then continued to rush towards them.

Ling's pupils turned golden, and a chilly air rippled through her body. The chill spread out from her like a cold tide. The ground not far away began to show signs of freezing. First, there was a thin layer of white frost, like the condensation of morning dew. Then the frost layer quickly thickened and turned into a crystal clear ice surface. The ice surface flashed coldly under the sunlight, and it continued to expand further away. Some small stones and debris were frozen in the ice, as if they were specimens frozen in time.

Zero's expression was grim. She stretched out her hands and concentrated on controlling the cold air. As she moved, sharp ice spikes appeared on the ice surface. These ice spikes were like shining swords, pointing at the tyrants who were rushing over.

When she was in Japan, she had fought against these tyrants, so she naturally knew how powerful these tyrants were.

Therefore, she knew that it would be difficult to kill these tyrants, and controlling them was the best option.

The tyrants seemed to sense the power of the cold, but they were not afraid at all. The tyrant at the front continued to stride forward, and every step it took on the ice made a crisp cracking sound. The ice spikes were like fragile glass in front of its powerful force, breaking one after another. However, the continuous generation of ice spikes still slowed down their speed slightly.

Hawkeye took this opportunity to shoot several arrows in succession. This time, he changed the shooting angle and aimed at the leg joints of the tyrants. The arrows flew away with a whistle, and one of them successfully hit the knee joint of a tyrant. The tyrant's footsteps staggered and his body shook for a moment, but he quickly stabilized his body and continued to rush towards them, but the speed of the tyrants was obviously affected.

The three of them fought and retreated, but at this moment, Lester arrived on a motorcycle. His motorcycle made a piercing roar, like the prelude of the god of death in the dark night. He waved his hand and threw a flash bomb directly. The flash bomb drew an arc in the air, then exploded in mid-air, instantly bursting out a strong and dazzling light.

This light is like the scorching sun descending to the earth, making it impossible to look directly at it.