As the rope descended, a man wearing a black robe, a hood, and a quiver on his back came to Tony.
Women's Federation ADC, Hawkeye.
"Child, are you okay?" Clinton walked quickly to Tony and asked with concern.
As soon as Clinton arrived at the scene, he saw the lizard man running towards a high school student. Without thinking much, he subconsciously shot him.
Although it was a pity that the lizard man was not caught in the end, it was also comforting to be able to rescue the man.
"I'm fine, thank you!" Tony smiled, but didn't explain much.
Clinton's eyes were fixed on the revolver in his waist for a moment, and then turned to his face.
"Tony Xiao." The other party's identity immediately appeared in his mind.
The recent turmoil in Apple City certainly attracted the attention of SHIELD, and Fury sent him and Natasha.
He was in charge of tracking down the Lizardmen, while Natasha was in charge of Hell's Kitchen Punisher and Plague Mysterio.
Of course, Tony, a talented high school student who has recently emerged, has also come into their sight. Through investigation, it seems that he has some connection with the Punisher of Hell's Kitchen.
Fury asked them to talk and invite them according to the situation.
Although what the Punisher and the Mysterious Man did in Apple City had a great impact, the conclusion drawn by SHIELD's investigation was that these people were talents,
and it would be better if they could cooperate or recruit them.
Organizations such as the SAR Occult Bureau and Forbol often use threats, inducements, etc. to select suitable criminals to cooperate with.
Such an affordable and efficient method is commonplace in Eagle Country.
Clinton was about to open his mouth to get acquainted with each other, but the sound of sirens was already approaching, and police cars quickly surrounded the scene.
Tony!" George got out of the car anxiously. After learning that Tony was also at the scene and was being targeted by the lizard men, he was frightened.
After making sure that Tony was fine, he looked at Clint who was dressed mysteriously next to him.
"Who are you?" He frowned. Judging from the other person's temperament, he was probably an agent.
People from Foulborough?
"I am Clint Francis Patton, member of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency."
"Territory strategy...what does it do?" George frowned when he heard the lengthy name. He just said something and then directly asked the key point.
"We are a special force that specializes in dealing with strange incidents. I can't reveal more about it." Clint took out his SHIELD ID card and handed it over.
George looked between the ID and Clint's face for a moment, making sure it was correct before returning it to him.
"How can we help you?"
"No, just business as usual."
Clint responded as he took back his ID.
"Well, if you need anything, you can come to us." George didn't ask too much, but pulled Tony over.
"You kid, stop running around these days!" He put his hand around Tony's neck and pulled him back into the car.
Clint looked at Tony being taken away and scolded and opened his mouth, but after thinking about it, the lizard man's matter was the most important thing.
Looking at the sewer entrance on the side, he frowned slightly and climbed down.
And on the rooftop of the building not far away, a black and white figure also quietly retreated.
The next day, the Silent Sons Club.
Tony, dressed in casual clothes, got out of the car, looked up at the name engraved on the plaque, and walked into the store.
As soon as he entered, his eyes lit up.
Rows of brand-new motorcycles and motorcycles are lined up in the store, and their beautiful bodies reflect the appealing metallic texture under the light.
Honda, Yamaha, BMW, Augusta, Harley-Davidson... various brands of cars are overwhelming.
"Buzz!!" The roar of the accelerator reverberated in the store. A burly middle-aged man with a beard was sitting on a black Harley 883 for a test run.
Tony came a little early and there was no one in the store yet, so the bearded man who was testing the car quickly saw him.