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Sitting in the car, Clark couldn't help but curiously ask Hawkeye, "Brother Hawkeye, how did Uncle Hank Pym actually convince you to come help me?"

"Although I've always kept myself well hidden, I am still a superhero, you know." Hawkeye said with a hint of excitement, "Fighting criminals and guarding this city is the mission I've set for myself. What you're trying to do aligns perfectly with my goals. Why would we need any other reason to cooperate?"

Such a strong reason!

Could it be that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility, really holds true in America? Shouldn't it be the greater the power, the higher the income?

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Hawkeye parked the car a street away from the target warehouse.

After getting out of the car, the trio quietly made their way to a side door of the warehouse, where they could faintly hear sounds coming from inside.

Clark was considering whether to "infiltrate" now when suddenly, Eli Dragon made a shushing gesture to the others and pointed at a container nearby.

Someone was behind it! Seeing Eli's signal, Clark immediately dashed over.

He didn't believe they would encounter an enemy with nearly Widow-level strength here; even if the ordinary gangsters had a nuclear missile launcher, he was confident he could prevent them from pressing the button at close range!

Sensing Clark's movement, the person hiding behind the container also dodged out, with the dark barrel of a gun already aimed at Clark's forehead.

"Snap!" Just as the gunman acted, Clark grabbed the gunman's hand, and his index finger inserted behind the trigger, preventing it from being pulled.

Following that, Clark caught a glimpse of a cold light flashing towards his temple from the attacker's left hand.

Grabbing the attacker's left hand, Clark finally got a good look at the person's face.

Purple hair, a little girl, a somewhat familiar face...

"Are you Mindy?"

Hearing Clark's voice, the other party also paused, "Brother Clark."

Letting go of Mindy, Clark stepped back and frowned, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing Clark, Mindy's tense nerves slightly relaxed, and her originally strong eyes started to redden, "Brother Clark, my dad was kidnapped by bad guys!"

Clark was stunned, then comfortingly said, "What happened exactly? Don't rush, tell me slowly."

It turned out, after Mindy's father Damon was released from prison, he was determined to take revenge on Frank D'Amico, who not only had him imprisoned but also indirectly caused the death of his wife, and trained young Mindy to become an anti-heroic master.

However, to take on the powerful Frank D'Amico, their combined strength was still too weak. So, they set their sights on the enthusiastic teenager Kick-Ass, planning to recruit him.

Unexpectedly, Kick-Ass, lacking in intelligence, brought an undercover agent to their secret base, leading to the tragedy.

Fortunately, Frank D'Amico didn't kill Damon on the spot but captured him along with Kick-Ass. Mindy, who narrowly escaped, tracked them down to this warehouse.

Hearing Mindy's story, Clark realized that Uncle Hank's seemingly superfluous arrangement was actually quite prescient.

Infiltration quickly turned into a frontal assault.

Without further ado, Clark waved his hand, "Charge in, take them down!"

...

Meanwhile, inside the warehouse, Dave Lizewski in his Kick-Ass outfit and Damon Macready in his Batman suit were tightly tied to metal chairs, with a camera set up in front of them and gasoline being poured over them.

To intimidate other superheroes, Frank D'Amico, in his folly, hacked into the New York TV network to live broadcast the burning of Kick-Ass!

This shows that Frank D'Amico's so-called powerful influence was only within civilian limits; they knew nothing about S.H.I.E.L.D.!

Regardless of what Frank D'Amico would suffer later, Kick-Ass and Damon Macready were plunged into deep despair.

Unlike the panicking Kick-Ass, Damon Macready had been prepared to die but was unwilling to go without taking down Frank D'Amico.

If he could avenge Frank D'Amico, he was willing to make a deal with the devil!

As if hearing his inner call, a kindly old man with a cane suddenly appeared before him. The others, whether the thugs preparing the barbecue or the squealing Kick-Ass, seemed not to see him.

After appearing, the old man gave Damon Macready a warm smile, but his shadow under the light was that of a withered devil.

Sensing Damon's resentment and anger, the old man softly asked, "Do you crave power?"

...

At the same time, Clark and his team had already infiltrated the warehouse, seeing the thugs attempting to burn their friend alive... Clark was instantly filled with rage.

"Do they think they can be so arrogant without S.H.I.E.L.D. knowing?"

Pulling out a magical staff from his wristwatch, which grew to the thickness of a goose egg in the wind, Clark smacked one of the thugs in the back of the head, blooming his face with peach blossoms.

Receiving +10 impression points from Foster Tennant!

"Everyone, attack, take them down!"

As Clark gave the command, the battle erupted.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Rat-tat-tat!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

...

Frank D'Amico's men, mere ordinary people skilled with firearms, lacked both shooting accuracy and combat awareness. In the movie plot, it seemed Hit-Girl alone could wipe them out.

Now, with Hawkeye's perfect archery, Winter Soldier's specialized soldier training post-Hydra brainwash, plus Clark himself and Hit-Girl, it was an overwhelming victory without any suspense.

However, in this one-sided battle, Clark felt incredibly awkward.

Watching his three ADC teammates continuously firing and reaping kills, while he, with only melee capabilities, could hardly get involved.

"Should I also learn how to shoot?"

Wondering, Clark suddenly discovered that for every enemy his teammates killed, he received as much as 10 impression points.

It seems only by killing can one break through the limits of fate and earn impression points.

But why were the impression points for those they killed falling to him? Perhaps because, in the eyes of their enemies, he was part of their group?

Considering this possibility, Clark suddenly had a bold idea.