Djinn starting from Marvel

Late at night, Christine was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching a boring variety show, looking at the actresses who were invited, her eyes full of jealousy, why was she not praised by anyone?

Bole, Bole, where are you! I can give you everything.

After thinking for a while about her bole falling from the sky, Christine suddenly felt a little sleepy. After a big yawn, her eyelids began to fight.

Jingle bell bell~

The phone rang, and Christine subconsciously answered the call, "Hello?"

"Hey, Christine, it's me." The manager's voice came over the phone, "A Nightmare on Elm Street-Return of the King has sent out a film contract invitation, what do you think?"

"Really!" Christine became excited, "What episode is it in? Is it a new sequel? It won't just be a guest role!"

"The details need to be discussed in detail. They have sent you an invitation letter. Remember to sign for it."

With a snap, the agent hung up the phone. He seemed to be very busy and didn't have time to discuss matters such as remuneration.

Christine was a little confused in her excitement. She looked at the clock and saw that it was twelve o'clock exactly. She had not received a letter, and was there still such an ancient way of communicating through letters these days?

Knock, there was a knock on the door.

Christine wrapped herself in clothes and opened the door. No one was outside. A gust of wind blew by, and the envelope on the ground blew directly into Christine's face.

Oh, the letter has arrived.

"Dear Christine, we are the production team of A Nightmare on Elm Street - Return of the King, and now invite you to be the heroine of the latest sequel. If you are willing, please come to 666 Elm Street to discuss in detail..."

Christine read word for word, and then her eyes suddenly lit up, heroine! Heroine!

My acting career is about to have a second spring again!

But... let’s talk about it now?

Christine turned her head and looked at the clock again. It was twelve o'clock exactly. It was a time to talk in detail. Maybe something was not right.

never mind! Think of it as dedicating yourself to art!

Christine gritted her teeth and stamped her feet. She didn't even change her clothes. She picked up the car keys on the shoe cabinet at the door and walked toward the garage.

Sitting in the car, Christine put her phone forward and said, "Navigate to 666 Elm Street."

The navigation software turned gray for a while, and then the route map slowly appeared. The destination was not far from here. Christine stepped on the accelerator and drove onto the main road from home.

A few minutes later, Hawkeye, who had been monitoring opposite Christine, raised his telescope and saw that Christine was still sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Sizzle, sizzle.

A strange noise came from the headset. Hawkeye took off the headset, but the sound did not disappear and was still echoing in his ears.

"Stop arguing, Colson, I'm busy!" Hawkeye said, then froze, who was he talking to? Coulson? He's not here.

After thinking about it, Hawkeye called Coulson.

"Hey, do you need me for anything?" Colson's voice was a little tired.

"Are you already asleep?" Hawkeye asked softly.

"Of course, it's twelve o'clock now, it would be weird if you don't sleep."

Snapped! Hawkeye immediately put the phone away, pulled out his gun and carefully observed the surroundings.

I must have been pulled into a dream!

"Hey, little agent, can you tell Uncle Freddy how you found out?" A joking voice came from the phone.

Hawkeye stared at everything around him, "You are so unprofessional. There is no way Coulson can sleep so early. He hasn't even worked seven hours of overtime until now!"

There are very few credible agents now, and the work assigned by Nick Fury is full. Coulson can go to bed at twelve o'clock at night? ! What a big dream!

As soon as he finished speaking, Hawkeye felt that the scene in front of him was a little blurry. Freddy, wearing a red and blue sweater and a top hat, appeared in front of him, waving his blade-like claws.

Bang bang bang!

The bullet passed through Freddy's body and hit the wall behind him.

"Is this your gift to Uncle Freddy? Then Uncle Freddy wishes you a happy death next time!"

Amidst Freddy's arrogant laughter, Hawkeye fell into a trance, woke up, and found that the syringe on his body was empty and the electric shock device was running.

Turning off the switch, Hawkeye put on the headphones that were thrown on the ground, and Coulson's anxious voice came from inside.

"Hawkeye! Hawkeye! If you hear me, please answer! If you hear me, please answer!"

"I heard that, I just woke up!" Hawkeye said as he stuffed the anti-sleep medicine into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it directly.

"Kristine's car has started. She is heading towards Elm Street. We have sent personnel to stop her. How is the situation there?" Colson asked quickly in the headset.

Hawkeye raised the telescope and looked at Christine's house. This time, there was no one inside. "I'm okay, not injured. Christine is gone. The door is open. She is most likely in that car." In the car, should I chase? Or check?"

"You go and chase him, there are other people passing by the house." Coulson replied.

"Okay!" Without saying a word, Hawkeye jumped out of the window, got on his hidden motorcycle, and prepared to catch up with Christine's car.

While riding, Eagle Eye recalled the situation in the dream and felt something was wrong. When did he talk so much? He even answered Freddy's question.

"Colson, for the record, in dreams, Freddy seems to be able to influence people's thinking, lower their vigilance, or guide the dreamer to do what he wants." Eagle Eye Report reported.

"Understood! I'll record it right now." Colson paused for two seconds as he spoke, "Hawkeye, the interception failed. All interceptors suffered serious car accidents."

"If it's good, there will be big trucks that attack them directly. If it's bad, there will be people who stop and raise their guns and shoot at them."

"It seems that Freddy's control ability in the dream was higher than I expected. Where is Christine now?" Hawkeye's throttle has been turned to the bottom.

"I've sent you the location. Get there as soon as possible and I'll start the second plan!"

Then, Eagle Eye heard the sound of intensive shooting, followed by the sound of rolling vehicles and the sound of steel rubbing against each other. He could imagine the sparks and lightning.

Obviously, Coulson's second plan is to forcefully intercept and blow out all the tires. If he has the ability, he will try another one!

Just by running on my legs, it’s almost dawn!

"The plan was implemented successfully. The target has woken up. Come here quickly." Coulson said through the headset.

At the scene of the car accident, Christine, whose face was covered with blood, climbed out of the driver's seat and looked around in confusion. Apparently she still didn't understand what happened.

Why am I here? I should be watching TV at home... No, I seem to have received a movie notice, asking me to discuss it in detail?

Christine stood up and raised her hand. There were several pieces of broken glass stuck in her hand, but it didn't hurt at all, just like in a dream.

Oh~I am dreaming...

Christine pulled out the glass shards casually and found it quite amusing to watch the blood flow out.

"No! The target is not awake!" Coulson saw that the situation was wrong and changed his judgment.

Hawkeye pushed down the visor of his helmet, turned the front of the car, and ran over someone's lawn. He was about to take a shortcut.

Freddy seemed determined to put Christine to death today and had no intention of waiting until the next day. However, he seemed determined to take her to Elm Street and kill her.