Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 182 The first villain, dead!

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"What's going on? Someone tell me what's going on! Where did these guys come from?"

When the man in power in this land, the fat man who called himself the new Kingpin, stormed out of his office in a rage, all he had heard so far was bad news.

When an unusual thunderclap rang out, his men reported to him from all directions that they had been attacked. Several of them said that the attackers were wearing red Spider-Man suits, each of them incredibly strong and capable of shooting webs.

Bullets can't hit them!

Upon hearing this, his first reaction was that it was complete nonsense. The legend of Spider-Man ended decades ago, and damn it, you're saying there's Spider-Man in both directions? That's even more ridiculous.

"You bunch of bastards, are you on drugs?"

I really wanted to say something negative, but unfortunately, it's too late.

With two muffled thuds on the other end of the phone, the phone fell into a deathly silence again, as if the person on the other end had been dealt with.

Kingpin shouted several times in a row, but heard nothing. In the end, he could only helplessly throw the things on the ground.

As he prepared to head towards the arena where he currently possessed the highest combat power, he suddenly felt that the passage ahead seemed eerily silent.

Having once defeated Magneto, he naturally trusted his first instinct implicitly, and pointed forward with his large hand.

"Go! Let me see what's going on!"

The henchmen seemed to have noticed something was wrong. They wanted to cry and not move forward, but unfortunately, as Kingpin pulled out a pistol and pointed it at them, the two had no choice but to move forward step by step.

The good news is, heroes never let you down, at least not for them. Suddenly, two arrows shot out from the shadows, striking the underlings precisely in the chest; both fell straight down without a trace of surprise.

When Kingpin saw this, he didn't even bother to curse; he just turned and ran.

Just kidding, he wouldn't be stupid enough to fight a marksman in such a confined space.

Unfortunately, when he tried to rush back to his original office, he saw a purple crystalline wall suddenly appear in front of him. He didn't know what it was, but just as it was about to block the entire passageway, he gritted his teeth and slammed his entire obese body into it.

Of course, it can't be called obesity. Although it's not as good as the first Kingpin, its body fat percentage is still exaggerated.

Yes, in that emergency, the crystal wall on the left did not block all the enemies as usual.

With a loud "bang," the obese man in front of me crashed through the wall like a cannonball. But did he stagger when he landed?

It seems he was also slightly injured; there were small traces of red blood on the ground.

Kamala looked at the figure still charging around like a wild boar with some surprise, a slightly embarrassed smile flashing across her lips as she glanced at the elderly Hawkeye beside her.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't expect him to be so hard."

Hawkeye touched his mouth. He had shown the utmost tolerance for these young heroes. In the past, he might have already started cursing them, but not now.

He absolutely adored the feeling of being a hero again.

"Relax, give yourself two more chances. Besides, T'Challa is already waiting for him."

As Hawkeye spoke, he re-stringed his bow and arrow. Although he didn't shoot, he thoroughly enjoyed the process of going back and forth, feeling a sense of rejuvenation, as if he had come back to life.

And just as Hawkeye had predicted, when Kingpin darted into the office like a dog, he immediately locked the door. Ignoring his still-bleeding shoulder, he began frantically entering all sorts of passwords to completely reinforce the steel fortress he had once built with his own hands.

After trying everything, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and collapsed to the ground.

He had great confidence in the sturdiness of his safe house, which had survived even an attack from old Groot without being completely destroyed, though it had indeed been somewhat flattened.

But it is not important.

But as he prepared to return to his leather sofa to sit and rest for a while to regain his strength, he looked up and a helpless, awkward smile appeared on his lips.

"Hey, you seem to be here already. Shall I head out now?"

As Kingpin spoke in a fawning manner, his hands were frantically pressing the password behind his back, but unfortunately, Black Panther had already seen through this little trick.

"No need, I'm here to kill you!"

Black Panther doesn't have the so-called "no killing" principle of those superheroes, nor does he have many moral standards. You have to understand that in this wasteland world where the law has collapsed, almost every villain has a reason to die.

This was what Captain America told them before they set off; he didn't want his teammates to get themselves killed because of pity or mercy.

Kingpin originally thought he might be able to get a little closer to the other party, either by offering incentives or by using force to suppress him.

"Hey, it's me—"

Black Panther kicked over the solid wood table, which weighed several hundred kilograms, in front of him.

The flying plank created several strong gusts of wind in the air before crashing into the wall next to it, even denting the wall.

"Please spare me, I beg you! I have plenty of money, resources, and food; I can exchange them all for my life."

Unfortunately, the black panther only showed its claws.

"None of you disgusting bastards are innocent."

Hawkeye was still standing at the door, squatting there like a grumpy old man on the street, and began to boast to Kamala about his heroic deeds from back then. Of course, this included some boasting about his heroic deeds, which he continued to boast to the young girl next to him with a look of disgust but also reluctance.

"Ha, you have no idea, I used to lead the Avengers. Black Widow, you know? Thunderbolts, you know?"

"I know, Yelena said her sister is Black Widow Natasha, and we're called Thunder Commandos now, but it seems like we don't use that name much anymore."

Children don't really have much guile; at least with Hawkeye's prompting, he was able to figure out where these guys came from.

Thank goodness, they're not fake, not clones. They seem to come from another universe. Even the thunder and lightning earlier seemed to be the work of a thunder god from another universe!

Honestly, with a heavyweight like Thor around, he really felt like he had a chance to change the world.

awesome.

"Oh, Mr. T'Challa, are you all inside alone? Do you need any help?"

As a new generation hero, Kamala was somewhat worried about Black Panther's strength, but Hawkeye was extremely confident. Even though they were from different universes, the opponent's skills and murderous aura were definitely no worse than those in his world.

"Don't worry, if a Black Panther can't even take down such a small fry, then he shouldn't be called Black Panther anymore, he should be called Black Cat from now on."

As he was saying this, Hawkeye suddenly shut his mouth because he suddenly remembered that there really was a hero named Black Cat, but she seemed to be Spider-Man's girlfriend.

Oh no, that's not the point. The main thing is that he could see several sparks suddenly appear on the alloy door in front of him, along with a loud scraping sound.

The black panther slashed left and right, and soon several cracks were carved out of the impenetrable barrier, creating a huge X-shaped hole.

"Hey Black Panther, we were just talking about you! Sure enough, you're just as reliable as anyone in my universe."

"Not only that, we also need to save others. Thor is already outside ready, and Spider-Man and the others are here too."

"Wow, Thor? I knew it must have been that hammer that made that sound, it was absolutely deafening. Wait, you mean Spider-Man?"

Hawkeye started rambling, which was uncommon for him, but it was more of a compensatory chat for his current situation as an old man. However, he was startled when he heard about Spider-Man.

"Uh, it's Peter Parker, right?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Hawkeye's teeth chattered. Well, marrying someone's daughter was a huge blow to him, especially since she might be a younger version of Spider-Man, making his situation even more awkward.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."