witcher in marvel

Chapter 28 Rebellious girl
Bai Jinglan's flying speed is not fast, one is because he is not proficient, and the other is that the energy supply is insufficient, so he has to restrain his flying speed, not to mention going through the atmosphere and traveling to deep space, even ordinary airliners can't keep up.

However, being able to fly freely in the sky is already a very good ability.

You must know that among the large number of superheroes in the Marvel world, only a very small part really have the ability to fly.

Therefore, being able to fly into the sky is an advantage.

Back home without anyone noticing, Bai Jinglan first took back the avatar - "he" naturally wouldn't spend the night reading in the study, that was too deliberate, so after the scheduled time, "he" would It will automatically go to the bedroom to "sleep", so you don't have to worry about being noticed by people outside.

Anyway, as long as Fox Nightclub was smashed, his figure still showed that he stayed at home, there was enough alibi.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
knocking.

Bai Jinglan, who was making breakfast, turned to look at the surveillance camera at the door.

Neighbor.

He opened the door directly and greeted the man standing at the door: "Keman, hello, what's the matter?"

Coman is a middle-aged white man with a kind appearance and a gentle personality. He is very popular in the community, and he is Bai Jinglan's closest neighbor.

He waved his hand exaggeratedly, and said, "White, I'm here to remind you, don't miss the weekend party, or your neighbors will have a problem with you. I know you Chinese are introverted and not used to our culture. But other Chinese families have come to participate, only if you missed it three times in a row, it is easy to leave a bad impression on others."

Bai Jinglan stroked his forehead, and said helplessly: "Keman, thank you for your reminder, I will remember it, and I will participate."

Westerners are addicted to partying, and they have it once when they have something to do. Academic parties, political parties, graduation parties, holiday parties, and birthday parties abound, and they never get tired of it. People who do not participate in parties are often excluded from social interaction.

The party Koman mentioned is a family party, and the participants are all residents living in this community. Everyone brings their own handicrafts, snacks, drinks and fruits. , women gossip about makeup, children talk about games and anime, all in all, it’s all nonsense, and the content is extremely stereotyped.

Bai Jinglan participated in it a few times, and felt extremely bored, and then often found excuses not to go.

In the eyes of Westerners, this is a sign of being out of gregariousness.

Coman is a nice guy, and this time the party was held by him again, so he came here to remind him that Bai Jinglan couldn't refuse anymore.

His answer made Coman very happy, and he pointed to the villa on the right: "It's at my house at eight o'clock on weekends, so don't miss it."

"OK."

"Then I'm leaving, I wish you a happy day."

Coman went home happily.

Bai Jinglan had just closed the door when he heard the phone ring.

He glanced at it, and then connected: "Ethan, how is it going?"

"I have already asked about Abino's location." Ethan said in a steady and weak voice, "He is currently living in a manor on Long Island."

As expected of an elite agent of the CIA, he asked for the information he needed in just a short time.

"Where's Mita Imaz?"

"I let him go."

Bai Jinglan was not surprised: "For his daughter?"

Ethan's voice was calm: "For his family, at least I should learn from him in terms of handling the relationship with the family."

Bai Jinglan smiled: "You have already retired. After completing this task, you will have a long time to repair the trauma with your family."

"Hopefully so."

Ethan's voice became low, obviously not confident enough to cure the terminal illness, even though last night's experience showed that the so-called experimental drug did have some effect on his brain tumor.

However, his heart is still very pessimistic.

Bai Jinglan changed the subject and said, "Are you going to arrest him now?"

"Yes."

Ethan paused, "But you have to pick me up. I only have one bicycle at hand now, and I have to send my daughter to school."

"no problem."

Besides Brunhilde, Bai Jinglan also has a Ford pickup.

Hang up the phone and finish breakfast.

He ordered Brunhilde to look after the house, then drove the pickup truck that hadn't been moved for a long time, and went straight to the house of Ethan's ex-wife. Because Ethan had been performing missions abroad all year round and his ex-wife disliked his work, the two were in a relationship. The divorce was agreed a few years ago.

Because he was not in the country year after year, Ethan's own house was occupied by a family of illegal black immigrants. He felt sorry for the black family who had nowhere to go, and thinking about his own life, he simply gave the house to the black family to live in. , and he himself found his ex-wife's house to borrow, preparing to spend the last days with his wife and daughter... Then he was pulled out by Vivian to work as a coolie.

When Bai Jinglan arrived, he saw Ethan from a distance.

He was carrying the purple bicycle—it was his daughter's favorite color, and he bought it as a present to please her.

Unfortunately, that was his daughter's preference when she was nine years old. Now that she has become a rebellious girl, she is full of disdain for her father's so-called gift.

Ethan was carrying the purple bicycle hard, and followed closely behind a red-haired girl.

"Zoe, don't you want to ride your bike to school?"

The girl's face was full of impatience, she didn't answer her father's question, she didn't even glance at it, and asked another question of concern: "Do you think Hugh will like my hair color?"

Ethan sighed helplessly, and then replied firmly: "Yes."

"really?"

"real."

"Will he really like it?"

"As long as he likes you, he will."

The heartbroken old father not only failed to get his daughter's attention, but also worked hard to strengthen his daughter's confidence so that she could please other men. How could it be a miserable word?
However, the rebellious daughter has a completely different focus.

She stopped suddenly, stared at the old father, and asked, "So, you don't like the color of my hair?"

"Uh, yes."

Ethan was taken aback by the question, and subconsciously told the truth.

For an old man who is nearly fifty years old, this kind of gaudy hair color is really a challenge to the aesthetics, but he can only suffer weakly when his precious daughter insists on dressing up like this.

"Ah!" The old agent quickly came to his senses, and hurriedly said again, "Zoe, I said I like it. I like your outfit very much."

"is it?"

The corners of Zooey's eyes drooped slightly, and she suddenly raised her hand to tear off the red wig, revealing her long brown hair, "Since you like it, then I don't like it!"

The rebellious girl turned around, carrying a small red backpack, and walked away. Only Ethan stood there with a wry smile, holding on to the mailbox on the street and coughing continuously.

Bai Jinglan, who had been watching the show for a long time, shook his head speechlessly, slowly parked the car beside him, and opened the passenger's door.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan coughed hard again, put away the sadness in his eyes, put the bike into the back of the pickup truck first, then turned around and sat in the co-pilot, explaining in a low voice, "Don't get me wrong, Zoe is a very good Child... I am sorry for her, don't blame her for treating me like this. "

Bai Jinglan didn't answer, but tilted her head: "Let's go to Long Island."

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(End of this chapter)