Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 40: You never imagined it, this is all part of the plan of Red Skull/Mason Cooper
On the other hand, while Mason and Old Wolf were making their final "summary" of what happened on the doomsday night seventeen years ago, Hawkeye and his group had already entered New Babylon.
This city is the former New York City, but it is now obviously much weaker than the prosperous metropolis it was seventeen years ago.
The great migration seventeen years ago has moved out all the remaining people in the wasteland world, and those who remain here are all "worthless" lives.
The number of criminals, prisoners and some unlucky ones who missed the transfer for various reasons was less than 0.001% of the total. Even after seventeen years, the number of lives wandering in this wasteland was estimated to be less than a few hundred thousand.
Barbara complained as soon as she arrived here, saying that this place was even worse than the Caribbean world in the apocalyptic era.
The vast majority of this pitiful number of less than a few hundred thousand people live in the city of New Babylon. Of course, they do not live a comfortable life here.
To enjoy the good life under the harsh rule of the wasteland is something you dare not even dream of.
The one who rules here is the "Doomsday President" Red Skull, who was also the leader of the villain counterattack seventeen years ago. It was he who led the team to break through the Avengers' base and strangled his nemesis Steve Rogers to death with his own hands.
However, the president who caused the apocalyptic wasteland actually has another identity.
One of the twelve A-level members of the Star Club Council, the most low-key one, he almost never attends any activities in Star Castle, and even if he wants to go, he will be in a disguise, so that no one knows his true identity.
He is a die-hard fan of the Warlock faction and serves as the governor of this wasteland world just like the old Green Goblin once was. According to the White Queen, the Red Skull has a huge responsibility in this world, which makes it impossible for him to leave easily.
But it is impossible to expect such a big villain to play "wasteland house" peacefully. He will always do some fancy things to "entertain" himself.
For example, now.
"Beep, beep, beep"
The voice of the communicator sounded in the room of the "White House", which was a "replica" built in the city of New Babylon. It was surrounded by blood-red swastika flags, highlighting its supreme majesty as the headquarters of Hydra.
"Snap"
A gloved finger pressed on the communicator, and a hoarse voice came from the swivel chair with its back facing away, saying:
"What's up?"
"Mr. President, the 'delivery man' has arrived. It's Hawkeye Clint Barton. The blind old guy is requesting to meet with the leader of the 'Rebellion'. He said he brought the final legacy of the Avengers and wants to give it to us as a weapon to resist the Hydra order."
A flattering voice came from the phone, like a hidden vicious dog that was about to ask for its owner's permission before biting someone.
"Ha, the little mouse should have stayed in his hole and endured the last day of his life in fear, instead of jumping out so openly to provoke the hungry cat."
The guy in the chair laughed, and waved his hands with dark amusement and said:
"Master Hawkeye was once a noble Avenger, so you must take good care of him. Also, if you encounter my 'colleagues', remember not to alert them."
The "Doomsday President" Red Skull turned his chair, and a hideous look appeared on his blood-stained skull face. He said:
“Although it is disgusting to have uninvited guests enter someone else’s home, we are people who understand etiquette, so we must entertain them well.
If you can capture them, remember to bring them to me.
I have so much to tell them, and I know they have a gift for me, too.”
"Got it, Mr. President."
The person on the other side promised:
"I will take the Hydra guards to contact them and invite to your palace. I will definitely not disappoint you. But I may need to ask for the help of His Excellency the Winter Soldier."
"Go ahead, OK."
Red Skull snorted and hung up the communication.
The villain was in a good mood. He stood up from his chair, humming a strange German song, and walked into his collection room in his military boots.
While putting on his favorite "battle suit", he looked at the three walls of "collections" in front of him.
Captain America's round shield, Iron Man's battle suit, Black Panther's incomplete helmet, Thor's armor, She-Hulk's bikini, Vision's core processor, etc.
These were all collected by him personally, and were the remnants of his once helpless enemies, but now they were displayed here in a pleasing manner.
Unlike other A-level personnel, Red Skull has no interest in the various strange things in the parallel world system. He even rarely participates in external development, but this is not because he doesn't want to.
He just can't.
These are two completely different concepts.
For him, his most glorious victory had been achieved in the exhilarating Doomsday War seventeen years ago, but his fate subsequently declined rapidly after reaching its peak.
As the warlock said, he made a rather risky and wrong decision when the dark dawn came, and that decision ruined all his "future".
As the most outstanding hero in the Doomsday War that year, he was forgotten by his "friends" and was confined to this wasteland to spend the rest of his life like a prisoner.
If nothing unexpected happened, this would be his end, but now, the "accident" he had been expecting has come.
He just wants to be free.
This freedom was not given by others, but was obtained by his own hands. As for the future of this world or even the entire parallel world, he didn't care at all.
The doomsday president of this world reached out and opened an exquisite glass cabinet, took out a small box from it and put it in his arms. He pulled up the hood of Captain America Steve's blue battle suit in front of the dressing mirror, admired himself wearing his enemy's battle suit, and fixed the captain's round shield behind him.
He guessed that there would be a fierce fight today.
He is ready to die, which has nothing to do with bravery, but the expected death is on the way. Like Logan and Hulk, Red Skull also wants to die at the hands of others.
He had been hiding in his " dog cage" for seventeen years planning for this day, so why should he care so much?
When you are a villain, the most important thing is to have fun.
Fully armed, he turned his head to look at the dressing mirror beside him. He looked in the mirror like a perfect combination of Steve Rogers and the Red Skull, and a strange smile appeared on his ferocious face.
He touched his neck and said:
"I wonder which hero will get this great head?"
"Hail hydra!"
When President Doomsday, wearing his battle suit, walked out of his collection room, the Hydra guards scattered throughout the passage in front of him all raised their arms and shouted slogans that represented order and power in this world.
They are not really die-hard fans of Hydra.
These were just the "heroes" selected by the Red Skull from the city of New Babylon. They shouted this slogan only to prove their camp and their loyalty to their leader.
The Red Skull ignored them.
As he strode toward his presidential office, he casually said to a man in full combat armor who was following him:
"Activate the X-Arsenal! Get the new batch of 'little guys' ready. It's time for them to exercise before being sent to the Conqueror's headquarters.
Well, doing your best to crush the guests' offensive is the correct way for colleagues in the Star Club to greet each other.
My dear Mr. Mason seems to want to know what secrets this world has. Of course, I will be happy to share them with him, provided that he survives the first wave of attacks.
If you are just a piece of trash who thinks highly of yourself, then it is meaningless to be anywhere."
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"I still think you're asking for trouble."
The red Spider car drove slowly on the streets of New Babylon. Hawkeye, holding a worn-out bow and wearing coquettish sunglasses, perfectly played the role of a down-and-out blind man. The driver, "Logan", observed this seemingly "prosperous" city while saying in a contemptuous tone:
"Master Mason told you that this was a planned ambush. I don't understand why you came here to die. If you really wanted to live, you should have been killed by me in the canyon."
"Shut up! Drive carefully and don't hit anyone."
Clint Barton, leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed, said impatiently:
"It's impossible to explain things to a wasteland girl like you. You can't understand all this, and I'm not in the mood to explain it to you."
"But now it's me and you running together to fight for our lives, and that potion tastes really disgusting."
Ashley Parker, who drank the Polyjuice Potion and disguised herself as Old Wolf, complained:
"You should at least tell me your plan so I can be prepared. Don't you Avengers always have a plan when you do things? That annoying Barbara Gordon must have a plan too, but she won't tell me.
I have already joined them..."
"No, kid, you're nowhere near joining them."
Perhaps unable to bear his rebellious daughter's chattering and childishness, Hawkeye took out a wine flask and poured a sip. He had no interest in the scenery around him that was controlled by the Red Skull and served the "order".
He whispered in a tone of teaching by example:
"Just like when I was chosen by Nick Fury, it's not the end when they allow you to work with them, it's just the beginning.
If you really want to integrate into their group, you have to fight for what they are pursuing at least a few times... You can think of this as the 'membership challenge' when you were in the Wasteland Gang before.
In a chaotic organization like that you need to use violence to get others to obey you, but under Mason, you have to show some more valuable qualities. "
“I think I’m awesome!”
Ashley frowned as she listened to her father's teachings. She retorted unconvincedly:
"I think I can beat Barbara and Blue Beetle, they're weak!"
"What about the Kryptonians?"
Hawkeye sneered and said:
"Under Mason, even the Kryptonians can only be soldiers. The way he selects teammates obviously does not only look at strength, which reminds me of the past.
Nick Fury does the same thing. They know how to use people well.
If you want to go further in this group, you'd better learn from others with a humble heart, otherwise you will be eliminated soon. Pull over to the bar in front. "
Hawkeye said, and the spider car quickly stopped by the roadside.
He and Ashley got out of the car and picked up the silver-gray mechanical box that had been escorting them all the way from the back. Carrying it, he staggered into the bar like a destitute blind man.
This place has obviously been booked.
The place was filled with vigilant guys, all dressed like ordinary people and looked indeed well-trained. But the more so, the more the little hope Hawkeye had left was quickly dashed.
It looks like Mason was right.
The so-called resistance army never existed. As a former Avenger, he knew very well what a group of resistance army that had been operating behind enemy lines for seventeen years would look like.
These people in front of me...
Too high-profile.
"Are you Mr. Hawkeye who has been in contact with us?"
A short, fat man in a white windbreaker stood up with a smile on his face. He quickly stepped forward, took Hawkeye's cold hand, and said:
"Our organization really welcomes your arrival. We are not short of supplies, but we urgently need an excellent commander like you to lead us in resisting the tyranny of the Red Skull.
We have a strong foothold in this city, and all it takes is a successful sneak attack to remove the tyrant from power... Of course, we'll need some weapons.
I mean, the unconventional kind is good enough to fight against Red Skull's HYDRA stormtroopers, who are made up of super villains."
"Of course, I brought you the necessary weapons!"
Hawkeye turned around and gestured to "Logan" beside him. He placed the suitcase in his hand on the table and reached out to open it in a complicated and tedious manner.
Amid the flying liquid nitrogen used for refrigeration, the sophisticated mechanical box slowly opened under the surprised and excited gaze of the man in front of it, finally revealing ninety-nine enhancers that looked very advanced and futuristic.
Hawkeye took a step back and said:
"Super Soldier Serum! Made by SHIELD before Doomsday for use as a backup plan, it took me ten years to find it in the Brazilian wasteland.
Now it's yours.
Just one injection will give you 99 heroes as powerful as the captain.
Of course, I have a small request."
"You say."
The short and fat man's eyes were filled with joy. The treasure in front of him was enough for him to make great achievements in front of the President. He looked at Hawkeye and said sincerely:
"As long as we can do it, I will do my best."
"Leave one for me."
Hawkeye sat on a chair, leaning on his worn-out bow. Under his blind glasses, he showed a smile from the bottom of his heart. He said in a low voice:
"I've run away enough. I want one more fight, one more battle against that bastard Red Skull who destroyed everything, in this city we swore to protect but failed to do.
What I mean is…
I don't want to prove that I am stronger than anyone else, but I want to take back those things that were taken away with my own hands!"
"Of course, you deserve it."
The short and fat man was stunned for a moment, then he immediately took out a dark green enhancer from the box and handed it to Hawkeye. At the same time, Barbara's voice also rang in Hawkeye's ears:
"Hydra commandos have surrounded the bar you are in, and fire support has been put online. Clint, we have fulfilled your last wish, now tell me your answer."
"My answer is..."
Hawkeye stood up and clasped the "Super Soldier Serum" in his hand under the gaze of a group of "Rebels". He grinned and whispered:
"Let's burn this filthy place to ashes!"
The moment the others drew their guns, Clint grinned and threw the "serum" in his hand to the ground. At the same time, the miniature bombs under the 98 serums in the box exploded.
No fragmentation damage was caused.
But the dark green liquid splashed and turned into dangerous fear gas the moment it came into contact with the air. The rolling green smoke enveloped the ambush troops in the entire bar and the approaching Hydra commandos on the surrounding streets.
Ashley behind Hawkeye had already put on a breathing mask, but Hawkeye himself took a deep breath of the dark green fear gas.
This thing that can catalyze fear can make anyone experience the most terrifying scene in his life and defeat his will. However, at this moment, Clint Barton showed an expression of "enjoyment" while moving his hands and feet.
The scene of the disastrous defeat seventeen years ago kept scrolling back and forth before his eyes, but the fear...
Fuck fear!
All the fear in my life was used up in the embarrassing running that night, and only anger remained in my body.
"Shua"
Hades' bow sprang from Hawkeye's hand, unsheathed like a sharp blade in the smoke of fear.
The fat man who was crying and holding a gun in front of him had an arrow piercing his eyeball, and then the bowstring was put on during the cruel pulling. The golden flame rolled and was shot towards the air circulation machine of the bar. A few seconds later, a more violent explosion broke out there.
Flames burned and fear spread.
Wearing the ronin uniform, Hawkeye swung his sword casually and comfortably, knocking down the approaching bastards one by one. He kicked his daughter away, who was frightened by his fighting posture.
Said indifferently:
"Stay here! The battle that's coming is not for a rookie like you to participate in. Show me how powerful your father is."
Ashley was of course unhappy, but before she could retort, a tall figure dropped from the sky.
The guy appeared in the chaos after breaking through the wall. He was wearing a Hydra battle suit, with silver mechanical arms clicking. Only a pair of sinister eyes were visible under his messy hair.
"Well, Winter Soldier..."
Hawkeye reached out and pulled up the mask of his battle suit. He looked at his former "comrade-in-arms" in front of him, and stabbed the guy who rushed out of the thick smoke behind him with the scandium alloy blade in his hand.
Blood splattered, the ronin sheathed his sword, hooked his finger at the Hydra warrior, and said:
"Come here, bastard who backstabbed us!"
"Step forward and die!"
