Chapter 103

After breaking away from the dream again, Hawkeye found himself lying on a lawn, with the motorcycle overturned to one side.

Subsequently, a photo descended from the sky and accurately covered his face.

Hawkeye reached out and touched it. On the photo was an old-fashioned TV set, the kind with a VCR player underneath.

Turning to the back, a paragraph was written on it in printed-like characters, "Remember it, and then go to Elm Street."

Before he understood what it meant, Nick Fury started calling in the headset.

"Hawkeye, how do you feel now?"

Hawkeye touched his head and climbed up, "Fine, when was I pulled into the dream?"

"Ten minutes ago, satellite records show that after crossing the street, your demeanor and actions began to go wrong." Nick Fury now had a headache. A large group of agents lost their combat capability instantly. The existence of demons in dreams was indeed too overpowered for ordinary people.

"How are the others now?" Hawkeye said while lifting the motorcycle. He still hadn't seen the teammates who should have appeared.

"Unfortunately, all sobriety medicines have failed. Kristen has walked into Elm Street, and Coulson and the others are immersed in the dream, difficult to wake up." Nick Fury replied.

"I just encountered the summon of Target No. 5 Ethan in the dream. He seems to be on our side. In addition, can you see this photo?" Hawkeye aimed the photo at the nearby camera and the sky.

"Saw it, a TV set, with a VCR player."

"The target asked me to keep this thing in mind before heading to Elm Street." Hawkeye's brain had become much clearer, "I think this might be a way to break the situation."

"Are you sure you want to try? Now ten missiles have been aimed at Elm Street, we can raze that place to the ground at any time." Nick Fury didn't even intend to use manpower to solve the problem, just use firepower directly, which was faster and better.

"I think it's worth a try, at least it won't be worse than it is now!" Hawkeye's tone was quite serious. Who knew if Elm Street was amplifying Freddy or imprisoning Freddy? What if razing it to the ground actually unlocked the demon's restrictions?

Nick Fury remained silent. He wasn't afraid of sacrifice; he couldn't afford to sacrifice. S. H. I. E. L. D. was now seriously understaffed.

Moving forward, Hawkeye soon arrived at Elm Street. This was a street that made money by creating a horror atmosphere. Everywhere were old and damaged building exteriors from the last century, blood-stained cloth strips floated in the air, and dark tones were mixed in the white main tone, like a large mourning hall.

"Hey, you are not welcome here, don't come to provoke Uncle Freddy again."

The moment Hawkeye entered the street, Freddy appeared openly in the middle of the street.

Behind Freddy was Kristen, who was hung in the air by a rope. It looked like she was thoroughly dead. After all, the protagonist of the movie still couldn't become the protagonist of reality.

Hawkeye stopped and stared at Freddy while quickly recalling every detail on the photo in his mind.

"You wouldn't think that as long as you are not afraid, dear Uncle Freddy won't be able to do anything to you, right." Blood began to ooze from Freddy's blade-like nails.

Just as Freddy was about to cut Hawkeye into pieces directly, a TV set appeared abruptly at Hawkeye's feet.

?

"What does this mean? Do you want to turn this place into a shooting scene for some human observation variety show?" Freddy didn't quite understand.

Zzz... zzz...

Just as Freddy finished speaking, the TV screen showed a picture full of white dots. Freddy squatted down curiously and looked at the TV.

The phone rang in Hawkeye's headset. He silently threw the headset away.

Freddy, an old antique from the last century, didn't know this plot, but Hawkeye did. Obviously, another ghost king was about to appear.

The headset landed, and the phone was automatically answered.

"Seven days... seven hours... seven seconds..."