Chapter 183: Marvel: Awakening the Little Universe at the Start, Chapter 91

He was also too lazy to continue communicating with these few Wakandans who clearly could not make decisions, reopened the jeep's door, sat on it, pulled down the driver's seat, lay down directly, crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and began the work of resting and sharpening his weapons before the big battle.

Outside the car door.

After Hawkeye ignored them and got back into the car, the older Wakandan subconsciously squeezed the stick in his hand.

Several Wakandans looked through the car window at Hawkeye, who seemed to be asleep, and looked at each other.

The next second.

A Wakandan lowered his voice, but just as he was about to speak, a sharp gaze from the older Wakandan shot over, instantly making him close his mouth.

After a while.

The older Wakandan took several Wakandans back into a tent in the tribe used for disguise.

Several Wakandans, as if seeing an outsider for the first time, stood in the tribe, looking at the jeep parked not far away with curiosity, wanting to approach but being afraid.

It must be said.

Their acting was very good.

After all, their acting had even deceived the Five Great Good People, reaching the point where the Five Great Good People really thought Wakanda was very poor and allocated a poverty alleviation fund to Wakanda every year.

Unfortunately...

They encountered Hawkeye.

A transmigrator who ignored their acting and went straight to the truth.

Night soon fell.

A bonfire was lit in the Wakanda tribe, as if they were holding some activity, and many Wakandans gathered by the bonfire to celebrate.

However...

While they were laughing and talking, the corners of their eyes were watching the jeep parked outside the tribe with the engine off.

As the sound of laughter rang out, several people seemed to have forgotten to switch to the local language and were still whispering in English.

"Is he still in the car?"

"Yes."

"Use Wakandan."

"It's okay, it's so far away, he can't hear."

"Is he still lying down?"

"Hmm, since he got in the car in the afternoon, he has been lying in the car and hasn't moved."

"Where is Lunen?"

"He went home."

"Good, then we wait for news and keep watching."

"Hmm."

As the whispering ended, the few people who were talking also perfectly integrated back into the sleepless bonfire party held on a whim tonight.

Hawkeye, sleeping in the jeep, took in all the whispering of these few people, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then ignored it, his mind sinking into the Little Universe, and under the mutual reflection of the Dragon and Phoenix constellations, the gate of the Sixth Sense, which was still unreachable at the moment, appeared in front of his eyes once again.

The next day.

Early morning.

Hawkeye pushed open the car door, got out and stretched, relaxed his muscles and bones, took out his mobile phone, looked at the time, found an open space, and began his habit of ten thousand punches every day.

In the tribe, in a tent near Hawkeye's side, two Wakandans were using a small hole to peep at Hawkeye, who was punching the air.

After a while.

Footsteps came from outside the tent.

It was Lunen, that older Wakandan.

Lunen, who had taken advantage of the night to go home to report the situation and returned again, brought more than a dozen Wakandans and walked out of the tribe again.

Don't ask why he had to go home to report.

If you ask, it's because their acting was on point.

Primitive tribe, communication relies on roaring.

The older Wakandan named Lunen had just prepared to go out of the tribe to drive Hawkeye away when the trace of another jeep appeared not far away.

His accomplice?

The older Wakandan looked at this scene and stopped his steps, thinking in his heart.

Hawkeye also saw the jeep driving towards this side at this moment.

At the same time...

He also saw the driver in the jeep.

Bruce Banner!

... ===== CHAPTER 185 =====