Chapter 52: Beating the Hawkeye on his own game

　　"This guy really knows how to choose places!" Eric admired the beautiful scenery outside the car window.

　　Here is Tongas National Park, the largest national forest in the United States, containing 19 nature reserves, Admiralty Islands National Memorial Park, and Misty Fjords National Scenic Area. Within the forest are the Famous Glaciers, and etc..

　　It's spring now, and many glaciers have melted slightly, and the sound of trickling water under the ice surface can be heard far away. The top of the mountain in the distance is still covered with snow, but halfway down the mountain is a dark green sea of ​​pine trees. From a distance, it looks like a green clump is smeared with a spritz of salad dressing.

　　Eric started from the city center and drove along the side road without rushing, enjoying the beauty of nature along the way and feeling it's great magnificence.

　　Going upstream along the glacier, it didn't take long to reach the end of the side road. Further up, there is a dense virgin forest, which belongs to an undeveloped area. Eric parked the car on the side of the road, took a long knife from the car and hung it around his waist, took out a full quiver and carried it behind his back, and walked into the virgin forest with a compound bow in his hand.

　　When you go to see Hawkeye, you must bring a bow and arrow!

　　Hawkeye lived in a circus since he was a child, learned superb swordsmanship from swordsmen, and later mastered first-class archery under a master, He was very talented, and it didn't take long for him to easily defeating the two teachers.

　　Meeting such a future subordinate for the first time, Eric must of course beat him in the field he is best at!

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　　Eric tried to avoid large animals, and if he couldn't avoid them, he used electromagnetic pulses to scare them away.

　　Walking under a big tree, Eric suddenly stopped. He tilted his head to look at the leaves on the ground, pulled out a long knife and fiddled with it gently, revealing a hidden vine.

　　This is a trap! The materials are taken locally, and the utensils are vines, branches, etc., which are not only excellent in concealment, but also low-carbon and environmentally friendly...

　　"This kid is so cautious, he started to set up traps two kilometers away!" Eric covered the leaves again, looking for the direction and rushing all the way, there were more and more traps along the way, and Eric flashed them one by one. and did not damage anywhere.

　　Not long after, Eric came to the foot of a small mountain. The mountain was made of rock and had many cracks. The signal source of the tracker was in a crack that was one person wide.

　　Eric glanced at the crack and ignored it. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a feather arrow, facing the top of a big tree.

　　The feather arrow turned into a blur and shot into the top of the tree. After making a muffled sound, it flew out from the other end of the top of the tree.

　　Barton is there.

　　How could a small tracker hide from The Hawkeye? He had discovered the tracker long ago, and he just used it to set up traps and lure the enemy into taking the bait.

　　This is a measure commonly used by hunters. Barton feels that he is a qualified hunter. He is very confident in the traps he has set up. He believes that he can catch any prey.

　　However, when the feathered arrow rubbed his scalp and flew past, he knew that the identities of hunter and prey had already been exchanged.

　　Barton quickly got out of the canopy, climbed to the other side of the tree, blocked the enemy's sight with the trunk, and quickly descended with a vine.

　　Eric sensed Barton's movement, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he bowed again and shot an arrow.

　　"Swooshh..." This cut was also extremely fast, making a dull sound of breaking through the air.

　　"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the arrow hit the tree trunk, Barton's hair stood upside down, as he stretched with both hands to stop his falling momentum. As soon as he stopped, he heard a soft sound, and a sharp arrow drilled out of the tree trunk and stopped firmly under his crotch, less than an inch away from his vital part!

　　The sharp arrow cut through Barton's trousers, and the cold wind poured in from the breach, causing Barton's buttocks to shrink involuntarily.

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　　'What a monster!' Barton believes that his archery skills are already very good, but the guy he is facing now is countless times more broken than him! Also, what kind of ridiculous bow and arrow is this? To be able to shoot through a thick tree? even ordinary sniper rifles can't do that!.

　 Barton no longer hesitated, his limbs exerted force, as he jumped down from the tree trunk, drew an arc in the air, turned several somersaults after landing to eliminate inertia, and ran towards the depths of the forest.

　　Eric sensed that Barton was about to run, and was speechless. He was still thinking of playing with Barton, but he didn't expect this kid to be so scared!

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　　Eric stretched his hand to his back again, pulled out five feather arrows directly, aimed at the sky and pulled a full circle.

　　Barton ran all the way, changing directions or making fake moves from time to time, and he had already run several miles in a short while.

　　He listened carefully behind him, and it didn't seem to be abnormal, so he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. But just when he was just relaxing, there were several sounds of breaking through the air suddenly above his head.

　　Barton was shocked, and hurriedly stopped his footsteps, only to see five streams of light falling from the sky, straight at his feet, trapping himself in the center in a pentagon shape, and the distance of each arrow was as if measured with a ruler.

　　Barton swallowed and stood in the center of the arrow, daring not to move.

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　　Eric sensed that Barton was no longer moving, smiled slightly, put away the bow and arrow, and walked towards him.

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　　For more than ten minutes, Barton waited so sweaty as Eric just walked easily.

　　"Clinton Francis Barton!" Eric stood in front of Barton calmly.

　　"Who are you?" Barton looked at Eric up and down, and hesitantly said, "Eric Lehnsherr?"

　　"Oh? You know me?" Eric was surprised.

　　"I see you on TV."

　　Eric then realized that he was a billionaire, a public figure, and it was normal for him to be recognized on TV.

　　"What's your business with me?" Barton asked cautiously.

　　"I need a bodyguard, I think you are very suitable!" Eric showed a Coulson-like smile.

　　"Ah?" Barton looked at the compound bow on Eric's back in surprise, "Do you still need bodyguards?"

　　"I don't need it, but my daughter does!"

　　Barton nodded suddenly, and then hesitantly asked: "You really didn't come for that matter, right? If not, how did you find me?"

　　"That thing? What's the matter?" Eric raised his eyebrows and looked curious. He really wanted to know, who was it that actually forced Hawkeye Barton to hide in Tibet!

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