Chapter 102

Rushing all the way, Hawkeye soon arrived at the location where Kristen overturned the car. The closer he got to this side, the more he felt something was wrong.

Toot toot toot...

The exhaust sound of the motorcycle echoed in the street. Hawkeye put down the kickstand and looked around.

There were wrecks left after vehicle collisions on the main road of the street, hot shell casings lay peacefully on the ground, and the shops next to the road were lit up sparsely.

Except for no people and no sound, everything was very normal.

"Coulson! Coulson!" Hawkeye shouted twice, but couldn't get any reply, and there was only a slight rustling sound of current in the headset.

Am I in a dream... or in reality?

Fear began to rise in Hawkeye's heart. For an elite agent, various face-to-face scares and strange, bloody monsters were hard to make him feel fear. Muscle reaction would make him launch an attack first, and then think about other things.

But, elite agents are also human. What humans fear most is the unknown and uncertainty, as well as a destruction of familiar situations. This will lead to a chain of self-denial and doubt.

The surrounding environment was eerily obvious, and Hawkeye was now completely unable to judge his current situation based on these things.

Have I really woken up from a dream? Did I really take those medicines?

Hawkeye began to doubt himself. In this state, even the touch of rubber shoes on the ground made him feel very uncomfortable and very fake.

Checking his medicine bag, the medicine tablets indeed had traces of being moved, and the quantity missing was also very normal.

That is to say, am I in reality now? Then where are they?

Under suppression, Hawkeye fired two shots into the sky. At this time, even if a fake policeman came, it would be much better than nothing!

No no no, how could there be no one in reality, then am I in a dream?

Various conflicting and contradictory thoughts echoed in Hawkeye's mind, and the chain of doubt was generated bit by bit.

Hawkeye couldn't control himself and began to think, if he had been in a dream all along, then when did it start?

Was the flaw Freddy leaked intentional, or was it the influence of the brain in the dream?

If this continues, Hawkeye is going to doubt whether this mission has been a dream from beginning to end.

Perhaps tracing back further, he might just be an NPC in a game, a supporting role in a novel. His brain might be soaking in medicine now, with various electrode pads stuck on his brain, together constituting this strange world.

Dang dang dang...

A series of bell sounds rang, quickly easing Hawkeye's mental state.

Regardless of whether it was an enemy or not, this sound made Hawkeye break away from the situation of fighting against himself, and his brain finally didn't have to slap itself in the face with contradictory information.

Hawkeye looked up in the direction of the sound. A familiar "sculpture" carrying a skull death bell appeared in his field of vision by moving horizontally on the ground.

Hawkeye was familiar with this thing; it was a summon of a person named Ethan in the Arnold Pharmaceutical Company incident.

Was he also pulled into a dream? Or some other reason?

Just as Hawkeye was thinking, with a "pop," a street lamp lit up. Hawkeye was surprised to find that a figure had been standing under the light, a figure he had subconsciously ignored.

Freddy lifted his top hat, his blade-like claws fiddling back and forth. He looked at Diping, "Hey, do you know, you are very annoying, he was just a little bit away from collapsing."

Hawkeye remained silent. Freddy was good at killing in dreams. He had to keep his distance from these two guys, lest he die inexplicably.

Dang dang dang, Diping knocked on the bell, not paying any attention to Freddy at all.

"Can you only go dang dang dang like this? Can't even speak?" Freddy asked while supporting his head. He was very uncomfortable being harassed. Currently, dozens of people had been pulled into separate dreams, many of whom collapsed faster than Hawkeye, but Diping's bell sound could always pull them back.

"Hey hey hey, speak, that who... hmm... Doraemon?" Freddy pulled his head off with a "ber" sound, "Where on earth did you come from? How come you are not afraid at all?"

The emotion of fear is not something you can endure just because you want to. It is a physiological reaction. Just like Hawkeye now reacted, there was still a faint feeling of fear escaping from his body.

Diping tilted his head and looked at Freddy, as if to say, everyone is a ghost, why should I be afraid of you?

Freddy was quite helpless. Diping's thinking had no fluctuations at all, and he couldn't read any information at all. However, he had more than just this means. Besides Diping, wasn't there another person here?

Pop~

Freddy snapped his fingers, and a killing machine composed of two millstones appeared on the open space. The millstones rotated rapidly, gradually approaching bit by bit. Tied between them was Hawkeye's colleague, Black Widow—Natasha.

"Learn from this cute agent, okay." Freddy pointed at Hawkeye meanly and continued, "Seeing the agent you care about most in this scene, eh, even if I tell you it's fake, can you endure it?"

Hawkeye smiled silently at Freddy.

Freddy froze for a moment. Hawkeye's thinking fluctuations did increase suddenly, but the feeling of fear suddenly became smaller.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the two millstones completely shattered. Natasha, with her blonde hair, punched Freddy.

With a "thud"!

Freddy fell into a deep pit and turned directly into a lump of meat paste.

Natasha's figure dissipated. Freddy crawled out with a swollen face, piecing his body together with flesh and blood like a jigsaw puzzle. The scene was terrifying.

Although this dream world was Hawkeye's dream, the control was in Freddy's hands. Even if there was no fear at all, Freddy just couldn't get an attack bonus; there was no such situation of the guest taking over as the host.

This situation only had one possibility, which was that Hawkeye firmly believed that Natasha could do it. This firm belief exceeded Freddy's influence on the dream, that is to say, it was highly likely to be a fact in reality!

Damn! Just haven't been active for a while, are women's punches so powerful now?

Freddy's eyes blinked constantly. He didn't find it easy to read Hawkeye's thinking and use things he was familiar with to scare him.

After all, with Natasha as a warning, who knew what strange impressions would pop up again.

"Eh, pity, this time I couldn't let you enjoy a happy death, little agent, see you next time." After Freddy figured it out, he didn't waste any more time.

After all, the accident just now completely dispelled the feeling of fear in Hawkeye's heart. Hawkeye even wanted to laugh now.

Therefore, dear Uncle Freddy still went to find other cute dreamers.