League of Legends

Chapter 167 Ms. Carter's Request
That night.

After making a deal with Maria Hill in Washington, Baker had just returned home, and after opening the door, Baker saw Barbara who was cooking dinner at the bar.

"came back?"

"……Uh."

Baker frowned. Hearing Barbara's usual tone, he felt a sense of inexplicability. He turned and closed the door, and then walked into the living room.

When did Barbara live here?
I do not know how?
Baker sat down at the bar and said, "How did you get in?"

Barbara took out the key from her pocket and shook it: "When the news of your death came the day before yesterday, I was worried about your safety, so Richard ran downstairs to get the spare key, what's the matter, do you want to take it back? "

Baker opened his mouth.

a long time.

"Set your fingerprints yourself."

"……what?"

Baker took the good bourbon handed over by Barbara, expressionless and calm: "The key is specially reserved for Richard as an emergency spare key at home, you just need to set your fingerprints yourself. "

His mansion here.

The way to open the door of the mansion is to unlock the door with fingerprints and keys, which is too old-fashioned.

Barbara looked up, looked at Baker, and smiled: "So... I am the mistress of this house?"

Baker chuckled: "Woman, don't push yourself."

Do you dare to open a dyeing workshop if I dye cloth for you?

Barbara shrugged her shoulders, and didn't say anything to irritate Baker. In order to avoid Baker's remorse later, she walked directly to the intelligent control center over there with an apron, asked Baker for the password, and then set her fingerprint went in.

Fingerprint setup is complete.

Barbara seemed to think of something, turned around, and walked over: "Where's the answering machine?"

Beck's right hand holding the wine glass shook slightly.

Raised eyebrows.

Then he took a deep breath.

hiss!
This is no longer a matter of advancing an inch, it is completely a rhythm of pushing the nose on the face.

Hello, I'm Baker, I'm Barbara, feel free to call us, but we're not at home right now, you can leave us a message and wait until we get back...

When Baker thought of the words that might appear on the answering machine, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Barbara, ready to retract his decision just now.

but……

Barbara didn't wait for Baker to speak, and interrupted directly: "Forget it, you don't have many friends anyway, and it's useless to set it up."

Baker: "..."

Does that mean I have no friends? I am obviously based on the principle that friends are precious and not expensive.

These days, there are many people who have many friends, but how many of them are friends who can give out millions or do things directly without asking why?

Baker dares to say that the friends he has made so far can do both.

Richard downstairs can come up with millions of dollars in one sentence.

Friends of the FBI, although that guy often loses the chain, he can still get it done with a phone call if he pretends to be a fake identity or check someone.

Baker moved his mouth, and his mind changed a lot.

next second.

Baker shook his head.

Forget it.

For the sake of taking care of me for thirty hours, I will bear it.

Baker changed the subject: "What are you doing?"

"Mung beans with beef, do you like it?"

"good."

Baker nodded, took a sip of the bourbon in the glass, and looked at Barbara who was busy in the apron.

This scene seems familiar.

Barbara noticed.

smile.

"what happened?"

"……nothing."

Baker came back to his senses, smiled faintly, and said, "This apartment has only been fired twice since I bought it. The last time it was breakfast, Jasmine cooked it, and she was wearing this apron."

Barbara looked down at the apron with Winnie the Pooh printed on her body: "This one?"

Baker nodded.

Barbara also laughed and did not speak. After taking out the beef in the oven with heat-resistant gloves, she untied the apron on her body, folded it, found a bag, packed it, and put it in a cabinet underneath. Went in the middle.

Seeing this, Baker frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Barbara brushed back her hair around her ears, and looked at Baker with a confused expression, "Huh?"

Baker pointed to the apron that had just been tucked in and looked at Barbara.

Barbara let out a oh, walked out of the bar with the beef on the plate, and brought it to the rectangular table in the restaurant: "I'm done, do you want to eat?"

Baker blinked.

It always felt like Barbara didn't seem to be answering the question.

Delusion?
Baker shook his head, got up, and walked towards the dining table with his glass in hand.

On the table.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, with only the sound of two people using their knives and forks. Sometimes, Baker always felt the light of the knife in Barbara's hand, who was cutting the beef over there, flickering.

It is very similar to the light of the Daxia Longque Dao.

Baker took a sip of the bourbon on his left, coughed, and looked at Barbara, who had blond hair tied up, with two-meter-long thighs and firm buttocks: "Just now, did I say something wrong?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Beck immediately regretted it.

Is this his line?

Barbara cut a piece of grilled beef that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside and handed it to Baker: "Do you have any?"

Baker thought for a while, then shook his head very honestly.

Barbara laughed: "That is not."

Baker glanced at Barbara's face, her small face was very handsome, handsome and glamorous, bone-thin and sunken eye sockets, if she could score 99 out of [-].

And it's still glamorous.

But glamorous beauties have a common problem, that is, if one doesn't pay attention, it seems that glamorous beauties are angry all the time.

and so……

illusion!

Baker hummed and nodded. At this moment, the phone rang.

Take out the disposable cell phone.

Take a look.

connected.

"Good evening, Chief Hill!"

"Good evening, Mr. Moulton."

Hill, who was in an apartment somewhere in Washington, walked to the window and said into the phone: "The address you want has been heard."

Baker's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Hill directly pointed out the location of an address, which is also the address of an island, and it is also in the Gulf of Mexico near Texas.

The location of Clone Island.

As for why Hill can get it from the Stark server, it is actually very simple, because it was not obtained by Hill.

Baker said thank you and was about to hang up the phone.

"...just a moment, Mr. Moulton."

"Director Hill."

Maria Hill said: "It's like this, Ms. Carter hopes that you can grant her a request."

Baker was slightly taken aback and then said: "Of course, personally, I admire Ms. Carter's actions. If you have any requirements, just speak up. If you can do it, I will do it."

Hill said: "Ms. Carter hopes that she can appear in front of that person as she remembers. She said, if I tell you this, you will understand."

Baker: "..."

　I burst into tears with a bang, begging for a full order, everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)