Chapter 65: Have You Heard of Clone Technique?

Clark threw out the Ant-Man suit, which successfully attracted the politicians' main attention, but that didn't mean those guys would easily let Clark and his team off the hook.

In fact, once it was confirmed that the Ant-Man suit was real, even Hank Pym's life would be in danger.

As soon as Clark left the city hall, he used his perception abilities, which were beyond the limits of the human body, to detect that more than one group of people were secretly following them.

With a cold smile, Clark nonchalantly activated "Calorie Burn" and started running towards the direction of his old house.

This unexpected move directly outplayed the agents who were following him.

Faced with his unconventional tactics, the agents were all dumbfounded.

This guy just started running as soon as he left the door, how are we supposed to track him?

Follow on foot? We'll definitely lose him.

Follow by car? How are you supposed to drive?

If you drive too fast, are you chasing him or is he chasing you? What if he doesn't follow you and turns off halfway? Do you dare to make a U-turn openly on the road?

Drive at the same speed as Clark? The sight of several cars tailing a running man would be too ridiculous to behold!

Out of options, these people could only call their superiors for additional manpower while maintaining a certain distance from Clark, each choosing a somewhat hidden route, and running after him with resentment.

Received +333 impression points from Phil Coulson!

Received from Everett Ross...

After these agents contributed a wave of impression points to Clark, they lost track of him.

It wasn't because Clark's counter-tracking techniques were so sophisticated, but because Clark ran too fast for them to catch up!

The agents were inwardly distressed, but what could they do?

They said it was tracking, not capture. They not only couldn't take any strong measures against Clark but also had to ensure as much as possible that they weren't discovered by him.

Even if Clark ran back to ask them for directions in the middle of the chase, they could only pinch their noses and guide him, then continue to secretly follow.

They were helpless! However, the agents also had their own methods. They might not have the physical strength to match Clark, but the resources they could mobilize were far beyond what a novelist like Clark could compare to.

After using pre-arranged lookouts, accessing street surveillance videos, and even deploying satellite reconnaissance, they finally confirmed that Clark had returned to Martha's Fitness Club.

Thus, a large group of agents from various forces, huffing and puffing, got into their cars and headed to Martha's Fitness Club.

Upon returning to his turf, Clark immediately took out several large boxes he had prepared earlier and then unplugged the power to the sound system.

The noisy gym suddenly became quiet, and all eyes couldn't help but focus on Clark.

"Ladies and gentlemen, congratulations, you've arrived at the seventh-anniversary celebration of Martha's Fitness Club!"

Under everyone's gaze, Clark brazenly made up a story: "So, today Martha's Fitness Club will organize a celebration event, and everyone here can participate!"

"What event?" As soon as Clark mentioned there was an event, someone eager for excitement immediately asked.

Clark leisurely opened the large boxes in front of him, revealing black suits, military caps, and eye masks, all in black.

After displaying the items to everyone, Clark then raised his head and said, "Today's celebration event is called 'Run, Black Knight'. After dressing up in these clothes, everyone must run as fast as they can to find their relatives or friends, take a photo with them, and make sure there's something in the photo that can prove the time, like a clock, for instance."

Seeing the somewhat bewildered crowd, Clark continued, "Then, please bring the developed photos back here within three days. We will judge the photos based on the time they were taken and their quality. There are big prizes for those who rank at the front."

The same customer who asked earlier now sounded very deflated, "It sounds pretty boring. What's this Black Knight thing? We've never heard of it. Can I not participate in this event and continue to work out here?"

Clark didn't directly answer the customer's question but instead said:

"The first prize winner will receive a one-month free VIP experience card at Martha's Fitness Club, which can be renewed after one month."

"The second and third prizes are a spot for VIP membership. If you don't use it yourself, you can transfer it."

"For the rest of the participants, although there are no special rewards, the Pierre Cardin suits used for the competition will belong to the participants."

After Clark announced the prizes, the customer who expressed no interest in the event immediately raised his hands and shouted, "Long live the Black Knight! What are we waiting for? Let's distribute the clothes now!"

The large boxes of Black Knight suits were distributed in no time.

With Clark's announcement of the start of the event, ninety-six "Black Knights" swarmed out of Martha's Fitness Club.

Clark also quickly changed into his Black Knight uniform. Before he could put on his hat and eye mask, he saw Stephen Strange walking up from downstairs.

Seeing this future Sorcerer Supreme, Clark suddenly remembered something, quickly called him, then ran back to the office to take out a beautifully packaged box and said, "Doctor Strange, this is a banner Mr. Nalan asked me to pass on to you as thanks for saving Brother Qing. I almost forgot about it because I was too busy."

Stephen took the banner, looked at it, and then carelessly stuffed it back to Clark, saying, "Thanks, now I'm giving it to you." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the VIP area upstairs.

As a true-blue American, Strange truly didn't care about the banner and didn't want to waste even a second of his time because of it.

Clark could only shake his head helplessly, seeing that the Black Knight army was almost gone. To avoid attracting attention, he had to take the banner and follow at the back of the group, leaving Martha's Fitness Club.

On the bustling streets outside the club, the agents who had just driven over saw nearly a hundred people dressed alike, with eye masks covering half of their faces, running in all directions, felt as if a hundred alpacas had trampled over them, leaving them in a bad state.

After a moment of silence and a flood of impression points, Coulson chuckled and took out the walkie-talkie, asking the operation's commander, Pierce, "Sir, have you heard of the clone technique?"