League of Legends

Chapter 179 Departure to Chicago (45, please subscribe!)
Go home.

Barbara couldn't wait to ask Baker, who was going to the bar to drink a glass of bourbon to rinse his mouth: "What do you mean by sad?"

Baker was expressionless: "I'm just sad."

talking.

Baker just told Barbara his previous story in Chicago in a long story short.

Killed more than 100 black people, robbed more than [-] gangsters of all sizes, and was unfortunately discovered by my uncle during the money laundering process. Then, my uncle and two ignorant younger sisters joined hands , Let Baker flee Chicago.

It's that simple.

the end.

Baker complained to Barbara: "Do you think I am wrong? I am 16 years old, my parents are dead, I have a car and a house, but I have a car loan and a house loan. I have a 14-year-old and a 12-year-old sister who want to go to school. I rob the gang Is it wrong to use the money to save your own poverty?"

no doubt.

It must be true, Baker was a xxist in his previous life, although he changed his skin color in this life, at most, he was a coexistence of yellow and white.

But whether it is yellow or white, can XX be called a human?
No.

So Baker is confident.

Barbara was astonished, not because she was shocked by Baker's values, but after being silent for a while, she felt a little bit wrong and said: "I think your two sisters are not sensible, but It's too sensible."

Such a ruthless person can completely trigger a riot in the city by himself.

and……

Barbara said: "Since your uncle can follow the clues to find you, then those gangsters who were ransacked by you must be able to, so..."

They are protecting you.

Baker scoffed at Barbara's understanding: "Do I need their protection?"

Dare to come?

Ha ha.

Give it a try.

If they dare to come, Baker dares to bury them!

Most of them stayed up all day and night, walking from the east side of Chicago to the west, and then turned around, walking from south to north.

If it doesn't work once, do it again and again.

Killing one person would make them feel angry, but killing a thousand, ten thousand, would only make them feel timid and intimidated.

Kill one as a murderer, kill ten thousand as a hero!
"Then you become the number one terrorist."

"Do I care?"

"You really don't care, but it's obvious that your uncle and your two younger sisters do."

"..."

The wine glass in Baker's hand paused slightly, squinted his eyes, and looked at Barbara expressionlessly: "Hey, hey, which side are you on?"

I need you to stand by my side to complain to you.

The results don't seem quite right.

Barbara smiled. "I'm on the side of truth, truth, and fact."

That's the NYPD oath.

It was only then that Baker remembered that the charming lady in front of her tonight was an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the New York Commander after the end of this year.

and so……

opposite.

Baker put down the wine glass in his hand and walked towards the stairs: "Sleep."

Barbara smiled and looked at Baker's back going up the stairs: "Let's go together."

Baker: "..."

the next day.

early morning.

When Baker came to the living room, he still smelled the delicious smell. God knows why Barbara, who is proficient in countless melee combat skills, also has such profound attainments in cooking.

Could it be that he is equally good at everything?
...This isn't the world of martial arts, and Barbara doesn't practice Nine Suns.

"You really don't plan to go there?"

"Think again."

Baker sat down on the high stool at the bar, took a sip of coffee and said so. Anyway, it takes at most two hours to fly from New York to Chicago.

The time to take the Kodo is very short, at most half an hour.

It's only... six o'clock in the morning, and the community church does not hold a prayer service until noon, so there is plenty of time.

Baker looked at Barbara who was busy at the bar, and then noticed the apron on Barbara: "Hey, what about the previous one?"

The apron Barbara is wearing today is not the previous Winnie the Pooh, but a blonde girl with very cartoonish hair. If you look closely, this cartoon girl also has a beauty spot like Barbara's between her eyebrows.

Let it add a little bit of charm to the glamorous...

Barbara shoveled the fried eggs onto the plate in front of Baker: "Put it away."

Baker snorted.

while eating.

Barbara thought for a while and said to Baker: "You said before that your relationship with this Adam used to be very good. If that's the case, I think you should go back."

Baker looked up at Barbara: "What's the reason?"

Barbara shrugged: "He's your friend, isn't he?"

She had seen what Hailo Moulton's methods were without any scruples.

and so……

Barbara felt that compared to such a kind of person who didn't take life seriously, uh... Although it was only for a certain skin color, it was not good.

the reason is simple.

Barbara felt that if Baker Morton was allowed to continue to act so indifferently, he would cause big trouble sooner or later.

Baker's image in Barbara's heart is a tiger, and it's a flying tiger with wings but without any ropes. If it gets angry, he will fly to the sky and pounce on it.

There should be a rope to hold it, although that rope may be very fragile, but at worst, it can also make this flying tiger feel worried.

Baker's face darkened: "I don't want to talk about this issue."

It's not a matter of good intentions or bad intentions.

You thought that you kindly drove me away for my own good, but in fact, you just don't trust me. My special housework has dragged you up so hard, and you actually trust an outsider and don't trust your own brother?

As soon as Baker thought about it, he was in a bad mood again.

It's like a Chinese rural three-coloured cat in its infancy.

Fried hair.

bray.

The super fierce kind.

only……

"Well!"

Baker's eyes were wide open. After coming over for a while, Baker took a step back and looked at Barbara who had just sneaked up on him speechlessly.Angry: "What are you doing?"

Barbara smiled and said, "No, your expression was so cute just now."

"cute?"

"Well, it's a pity I didn't take a picture."

"..."

Baker took a deep breath, glanced at Barbara blankly, then turned straight and walked towards the open air.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"To Chicago."

"Didn't you just say no?"

"Stay here, I'm afraid I can't help but kill you."

"..."

cute?

What an international joke, cute is to describe a girl's paper. For men, especially men like Baker who are in suits and leather shoes and have an explosion of male hormones, cute, these two words are a great shame.

Otherwise, Baker thought that Barbara took care of her for nearly 29... er, [-] and a half hours when she was in a coma.

Barbara is now dead.

……

(End of this chapter)