Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 179 A Hero's Twilight

"Hey bastards, remember this is the final deadline: if you don't pay my rent in two weeks, none of you are going to live, understand?"

When a somewhat underdeveloped, miniature Hulk bares his teeth and claws, baring his teeth and yelling at the old wolf in front of him, your colleague—

The hooded, somewhat weathered face showed no sign of anger.

Even though the other party's fierce, wolf-like gaze no longer fell on him, he just stood there, quietly watching the two young lads in front of him, and slapped his old face.

In the past, he would have already extended his claws and torn the guys in front of him to shreds, but he didn't.

He angrily pointed at the two bastards in front of him and left, then returned to the house with a headache, starting to think about how he could pay the rent.

"I can sell pigs. They're growing really well."

"No, we're all out of money. And there's no time to buy any more. Logan, what should we do?"

The somewhat weathered woman's eyes seemed to hold a certain... .

They know all too well what the Hulk gangs do in this land, and they are true to their word.

Of course, when it comes to cannibalism, they are a complete bunch of bastards.

"It's okay, there will be a way, there definitely will be a way. It's not time yet."

Logan kept comforting his wife, while he also noticed that his youngest son had taken out a small toy he had picked up.

"I can sell this, and the money I make should be enough to pay it back."

Logan felt as if his heart was being torn apart; he had never been bullied like this before.

But having already started a family and established a career, he had many ties to tie down, and coupled with what happened back then, he really couldn't move on.

Moreover, even a small child's toy, or even a doll, is quite expensive in this wasteland, but it's still not enough to cover the taxes; the rent is just too high.

"No need, I'll find a way."

Logan said this. His wife didn't say anything, but urged everyone to finish dinner and then cleared away the dishes.

Logan sat outside alone for the entire night. But perhaps fearing those bastards might return, he left his hunting rifle behind. After all, there were still plenty of wolves and such that would try to steal his pigs.

And he sat there all night. In the early morning of the next day, he vaguely heard something calling him. He opened his eyes and saw a guy in red clothes suddenly appear in the previously empty forest. He looked so familiar.

The other person called his name, which startled him. Instinctively, he pressed the trigger of his old-fashioned musket, sending the bastard flying. However, as the man stumbled backward, he instantly fell into a large golden net.

What the hell?

Are you hallucinating?

Logan shook his head, which was starting to show signs of age and blurred vision.

"Damn it, I thought I saw that bastard Deadpool again!"

Honestly, if it were that bastard, he would have pulled the trigger immediately. Anyway, that guy is invincible and just too annoying to handle.

It wouldn't matter if I killed him 100 times.

It will also allow him to vent his anger.

The next morning.

Just as Logan was thinking, "A vast collection of works from all over the world, catering to your reading preferences," and perhaps he should go to some gambling tables and be a human target to earn some hard-earned money, an unexpected old man suddenly appeared before him.

"Hey, long time no see, Logan."

A similarly weathered voice rang out, and Logan looked up at the old man in front of him, who was thinner and looked even older than himself.

"What brings you here, Hawkeye?"

The old man in front of me, whose eyes seemed to have a white gleam and made it difficult for him to see clearly, greeted me with a smile.

The old man was indeed as Logan called him, but a few years ago, when the old man came up to him and invited him to continue being a superhero, he refused. However, the old man insisted that he call him Hawkeye, as if only in this way could he prove that the old man's passion had not cooled down and still existed.

Although he didn't know what the old man was doing here, he was still a guest, so Logan had no choice but to invite him up.

When his youngest son saw Uncle Hawkeye arrive, he happily ran out to greet him.

"Ah, look how strong and healthy my little guy has grown."

What are you doing here?

After dinner.

The two elderly people sat outside, chatting leisurely, but the vast expanse seemed lifeless, like a world of cowboys in the Wild West.

"How have you been lately?"

"fine."

"That's alright. But I heard that the Hulk gang of thugs came looking for you?"

"How long has it been since you last drew your wolf claws?"

Hawkeye asked the question. Logan didn't want to speak or answer, so he just kept his mouth shut and continued smoking his old, worn-out cigarette.

"If you dare to spout any more superhero nonsense to me, I'll punch you in the face right now, you believe me?"

Just kidding, Logan really dares to throw a punch. Although he said he would never draw his sword to kill again, he didn't say he wouldn't fight. Compared to those punks, he refused to believe that his old bones couldn't beat another old bone.

"Logan, I really don't know what happened to you back then. Where did your wildness go?"

Logan didn't say anything; he just turned around and punched him. He meant what he said.

However, Hawkeye's skills did not seem to have changed despite his blindness. The moment his opponent threw a punch, he caught it and pinned Logan to the ground with a backhand.

But Logan tripped him with his legs, pulling him to the ground as well. The two old men then began to wrestle wildly on the ground, which looked rather strange.

"Dad, what are you and Uncle Hawkeye doing?"

As the battle between the two elderly people intensified and even showed signs of escalating further, a little boy timidly peeked out to watch.

Hawkeye, whose neck was being grabbed, had already picked up an arrow, while Logan on the other side had grabbed a stool. Both seemed to be preparing to hit each other on the head.

But when that innocent child's voice rang out, the old people all turned around.

They couldn't help but smile, then quickly threw their things aside, because doing this in front of children was just too embarrassing.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. Dad and Uncle Hawkeye are just joking around."

"Yes, yes, just kidding."

Under Logan's unwelcoming gaze, Hawkeye was forced to embark on the journey back once more, but he truly hoped to be a hero again, even if it meant dying as one...