i screwed up marvel

Chapter 142

Martin looked at his girlfriend who was back at work, and smiled helplessly in his heart.

Betty is usually a model of gentleness, cuteness and cuteness. She is simply the goddess that nerds dream of, but when this goddess is a female scientist, you must be careful about her attributes as a scientist.

Curiosity and stubbornness are almost common qualities of successful scientists.

Betty can be regarded as an accomplished cell biologist, and with the halo of a beautiful scientist, she has a good reputation in the circle, and she is usually a little arrogant like an academic.

If her experiment goes in the wrong direction, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Martin thought about it for a while, but fortunately, his guidance was timely, so that Betty would not turn herself into a blue-skinned half-blood for a passing artifact.

The big incident of "New York being attacked by aliens" has not subsided yet, and media reporters flocking from all over the world can be seen everywhere in the blocks ravaged by the blizzard.

Headlines such as "Frozen New York," "Frost of Frost," "Alien Invasion," and "The Great War in New York" filled television and news pages, unabated for a week.

It has attracted more attention than the last "Big Beast Calamity".

The giant beasts that flooded last time were, after all, a "man-made disaster" caused by humans themselves, and this kind of alien invasion is more like a "natural disaster" in people's eyes.

The reason why the attention remains high is also related to people's worries about the future.

Some unscrupulous media also mention words such as "doom", "despair" and "punishment" from time to time for the sake of ratings and click-through rates.

Martin, who had nothing to do, changed two channels, and said impatiently: "People are always more likely to be attracted by negative news, the inferiority of human beings...are you awake?"

As he said that, he looked at Hawkeye who opened his eyes and stood up after being excited, and smiled again: "It's okay, don't be nervous, think about what you came to me for before."

"Serum reagent?" Hawkeye shook his head: "I received the injection here, and then... side effects?"

Martin looked up at the time and nodded: "The serum puts a lot of pressure on your brain. When I got down, you had already collapsed on the sofa and slept for at least two hours."

As he spoke, he switched the TV to the music channel, amplified the sound a bit, found a bottle of fruit juice, poured two glasses, and pushed a glass to Hawkeye: "Add sugar."

Martin picked up a glass and sipped it like tasting wine.

Hawkeye regained his senses, picked it up and took a gulp. He already felt a little hypoglycemic.

Martin glanced at him, saw that he had recovered a little, and asked, "I've always wanted to ask you a question."

"Huh?" Hawkeye didn't know why.

"Why don't you use a gun?"

Martin made a gesture of shooting a gun: "There are more bullets, longer range, and special bullets that are quite powerful."

Hawkeye shrugged: "I'm used to it, I trust the arrows shot out of my hand more than the bullets shot out of the barrel."

Martin was stunned: "Well, your perfect shot skill can only be used on bows and arrows, not firearms."

Hawkeye rolled his eyes: "I'm also very accurate in shooting!"

Martin smiled and changed the subject: "How do you feel now?"

Hawkeye squinted his eyes and looked out the window: "I feel that the sight is clearer, and your so-called one-shot-one-shot skill may be more useful."

"no others?"

Martin asked.

Hawkeye got up, did a few fighting moves, and his eyes lit up: "I feel that the reaction is a little faster than before."

Martin nodded with satisfaction: "Very good."

What he is satisfied with is not the "progress" of Hawkeye, but that Hawkeye has not become "Dr. Hawkeye".

It seems that the effect of this kind of spiritual serum reagent after injection also depends on the talent of the recipient.

Hawkeye was enhanced with mental "skills" rather than IQ or brain computing power.

He would like to see a fighter from Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. become stronger, but a "big head doctor" belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D. is not what he wants.

Suddenly, Hawkeye froze all over, touched the bow and arrow but didn't dare to move, as if he was facing an enemy.

Martin turned his head hastily, followed Hawkeye's line of sight, but saw the vertical pupils of the orange cat Bell glanced over.

There seemed to be warning and disdain in those eyes.

"This this……"

Martin laughed: "I still have to say one more thing, don't be nervous, this is my little buddy, uh..."

Speaking of this, he felt a needle-like sharpness sweeping over him, as if his whole body had been pierced by a needle... thousands of times!

He realized what Hawkeye felt just now, and quickly changed his words: "It's my cat owner, the boss of the orange cat, and his name is Bell."

Sensing Bell's gaze leaving, Martin quickly picked up the phone, connected to Betty upstairs, and asked, "What did you inject Bell with?"

"Twice spiritual serum, but it's not injected, it's drunk."

"You gave it to drink this thing?!"

Knowing the reason, Martin was a little mad.

"Bell's intuition is very good. As long as it dislikes it, it must have serious side effects, but what it likes must have a strengthening effect on it. Of course, it may not necessarily affect people, but it can be used as the first screening..."

Martin rubbed his temple helplessly.

Headache, dear, did you make it, you really screwed up our Bell...

Hawkeye left around Bell's RV as he left.

Martin also felt that he was swept away by the eyes of the orange cat Bell, and he felt guilty. He originally planned to build a simple armor for himself, but now he is not in the mood.

Leaning on the sofa, he changed channels casually, skipping any mention of "New York" until he turned to a live broadcast of a racing car.

The game hasn't started yet.

The camera scanned the player waiting hall.

"what?"

Martin saw a familiar figure, Tony Stark!

A flash of light flashed in my mind, this scene is a bit familiar!

Suddenly, he laughed, checked the time, and waited for 2 minutes before calling the other party.

At this time, the camera swept across the auditorium, and then showed it to the contestants.

"Hey, why did you remember to call me? I heard that you just thawed out. Say something and listen to see if you are still fresh, haha!"

Martin heard the other party's cynical voice, and saw a guy in a racing suit press his ear in the camera.

"With a portable armor?"

"uh-huh?"

Stark looked around suspiciously, "Is there any danger?"

"Why do you think that you participated in it yourself? You pissed off your racing driver. Ha, the camera gave him a helmet-slamming action."

"Oh, how did I know he'd be mad, and why should I care?"

Stark finished speaking in a beating tone, and couldn't help asking: "What did you hear? Are you reminding me? I have already called Happy to come over, and my portable armor is with him, oh, I hope He can come here."

Martin chuckled: "The countdown is 1 minute, can Happy come here in 1 minute?"

"Damn!"

Stark smashed the steering wheel and shouted: "5 minutes? No! It must be within 3 minutes! Otherwise you come and collect my body! Martin said there was an attack here! No! I will not call off the game! Never!"

Martin listened to the other party yelling at Happy, and hung up the phone with a smile.

He did want to remind Stark that something really happened to him.

But he wanted to hear the haughty guy's anxious voice even more.

Why are you so relieved!

(End of this chapter)