The most important thing now was to improve his strength.
In the next few days, Bruce went about as usual. As for Duke and co., they despised him even more than before. In their eyes, Bruce was the fawning type. Which they thought was needless.
Because in SHIELD, everything depended on your strength. Without strength, you could only stay at the bottom.
Bruce did not care about the gossip of those people. Fighting was a punishable offense in the base. So Duke and they could do nothing but gossip.
At the ti that Bruce was on duty.
There were five or six agents that stood not far from him; they looked in his direction from ti to ti.
How did an idiot like this get into SHIELD in the first place? said a tall white man. It was Duke he had a high prestige among the level 3 and level 4 agents.
He was now a 4th level agent. If he perford well, he might even be promoted to a 5th level agent. He believed that his bloodline and race were inherently noble. So he always looked down on others, especially Bruce.
Duke, the agent test will start in two days. You could knock him out or kill him directly when the ti cos. Another agent said.
Agent assessnts could also be called a type of contest. Except for the basic tests, the low-level agents were allowed to challenge others to a life or death fight. And there were deaths during the challenges quite a few tis before.
This kind of event was very common among the circle of agents, and the top brass also turned a blind eye to this.
Without strength and ability, becoming an agent was just looking for death. So, people who could beco agents were almost always ruthless, hardened and capable. They may not be as good as soldiers in a group battle, but they were extrely good in one-on-one fights.
Duke heard those words, and a chill ford in his eyes. He touched his chin and said, Okay, Ill do that!
Hey, Duke. Bill cares a lot about Bruce. An agent said with so worry.
Does he dare challenge ? Duke sneered.
Those agents nodded with approval. Unless Bill wanted to die, he wouldnt dare. Dukes strength was among the top of level 4 agents.
After a while, Duke and co. dispersed. Bill saw them leaving and then walked up to Bruce.
Hey Bill, good morning. Bruce greeted him. Bill looked at Bruce and shook his head. These days, Bill felt Duke and cos hostility towards Bruce. Which made him very worried.
My friend, youre in trouble, Bill sighed.
Youre so good at joking Bill, what kind of trouble am I in? Bruce certainly understood what Bill was saying.
If my guess is right, Duke will challenge you during the assessnt; he wants to kill you. I hope you dont participate in this test, my friend.
Bill stood by Bruces side looking very worried. Bruces strength, Bill knew about clearly.
My friend, thanks for the reminder, but I have to join this assessnt. Bruces tone was steadfast.
You will be killed, Bill cried. He really cared about Bruce. In his opinion, even he couldnt beat Duke, let alone Bruce. Of course, this was because he didnt know about Bruces real strength.
Bill, I hope you can understand , this is sothing I have to do. Bruce smiled
Okay, but I still want to remind you to surrender at a critical ti. I dont want to lose you. Bill knew that Bruce had made up his mind, so he could only remind him again.
While they were talking, a harsh voice suddenly interrupted them. Bruce and Bill turned around and looked at the gate. One after another, jeeps appeared, arranged in rows. So of the cars even carried heavy weapons.
Damn it, everyone, back to work! At this point, Ed Franks voice ca from the second floor. All the agents were in a formation and stood up straight.
The first black armoured-SUV stopped outside the base; then the door opened. Next, a middle-aged white man wearing a suit with a pair of black sunglasses walked out of it.
Bruce knew him, Phil Colson a level 8 agent and a legend in SHIELD. But Coulson didnt go into the Avengers base directly and seed to be waiting for soone at the gate.
Bruce looked straight into the distance without blinking. At this ti, a man appeared in a tight black suit, holding a black longbow in his hand with black arrows on his back.
Standing there, his eyes were as sharp as an eagles eyes. It seed like everyone present was his prey.
Bruces eyes widened, then confird his identity imdiately. Hawkeye, real na Clinton Francis Barton!
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