witcher in marvel

Chapter 70 Smith's Life Money

"Good evening, Coleman."

When Bai Jinglan rushed to Kaman's house with Max, the community house party had already started for a while.

"Hello, Mr. White."

Mrs. Coman greeted her warmly, while Coman complained a little: "Phew, I thought you were going to disappear again! I made a guarantee. If you don't come, I will lose face."

"You worry too much, I always keep my word." Bai Jinglan smiled, put Max on his arm, and introduced, "This is Max, my female companion."

"Max?"

For the beautiful Max, Mrs. Corman looked her up and down and praised her, "God, you are so dazzling!"

"Thanks, you too."

Max greeted politely.

"Okay, ladies have women's topics, and men have men's discussions." Coman closed the door and shrugged at the two, "Now, let's go to each of them! My dear, it's the first time for Miss Max to participate Our party, take good care of her."

"of course."

Mrs. Coman nodded to Max, and invited, "Max, come with me, and I will introduce you to the ladies who came to the party."

"Yes, Mrs. Corman."

Max winked at Bai Jinglan, and followed Mrs. Coman to the women's chatting and laughing circle.

"White, this way."

Coman waved and led Bai Jinglan to turn right.

"Smoking cigars?"

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

"Same as Smith, a healthy person with a healthy soul." Coman laughed, "Don't you have bad habits?"

Bai Jinglan joked: "Does it count as staying up late to practice immortality?"

Coman shrugged: "Oh, staying up late is as bad a habit as drinking and smoking."

Bai Jinglan smiled, and asked casually, "Who is Smith? The new neighbor?"

Coman complained: "Look how long you haven't participated in the group activities in the community. Mr. and Mrs. Smith have moved to the community for more than half a year. They have attended four community house parties, but you haven't shown up every time. "

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith..."

The corner of Bai Jinglan's mouth twitched slightly. The name was quite familiar, but he didn't know if he knew the two.

Of course, even the two people he knew had little to do with him, as long as they didn't tear down the house and put it in his villa when they were fighting.

The Coman family's villa is larger in size, and the interior is very spacious. There are two small living rooms on the left and right, which can accommodate more than 30 people.

In the large living room in the center, apart from the dining table with all kinds of snacks, there is a group of children playing around.

Bai Jinglan just walked into the small hall when he heard the men chatting boringly.

"Dow's stock was cut off."

"Yes."

"It was a bloodbath."

"John, I heard that you lost money last season?"

"Well, I actually hide all my money in the tool room."

At this time, Coman walked to the side of the crowd and said to one of the handsome men: "John, you haven't met White yet, have you? Let me introduce you."

"White, are you finally willing to get out of your magic house?"

"Your oriental wizard soup is ready?"

Bai Jinglan seldom participates in community activities, and because he is an oriental, many neighbors have great opinions on him.

Bai Jinglan didn't bother to pay attention to them, just looked at that Mr. Smith.

The first time this guy saw him, his eyes were shrinking rapidly, as if he had seen something incredible.

Bai Jinglan sized him up and said with great interest, "Have you seen me?"

John lowered his eyes slightly, pretending to be calm: "I've seen it once."

Coman didn't know why: "They all live in the same community. It shouldn't be surprising that John has met you."

A smile appeared on the corner of Bai Jinglan's mouth, and he put away the scattered poker cards on the table: "Mr. Smith, are you interested in doing a divination?"

This guy has such a strange expression, the first time he saw him, something shocking must have happened.

Bai Jinglan wanted to see when he had seen him.

"Oh, White, do you want to perform your Eastern witchcraft?"

"I heard that your divination room has few customers, do you need us to help attract some customers?"

"Uh……"

Bai Jinglan's eyes flickered with a smile that was not a smile, and the sarcasm guys immediately closed their mouths, coughing repeatedly from choking on their saliva.

Coman, who was about to dissuade him, felt inexplicable when he saw this, but John trembled subconsciously.

Bai Jinglan pushed the cards forward: "Concentrate and draw three cards."

"I know that tarot cards can be used for divination, how about poker?" John smiled reluctantly.

Bai Jinglan smiled: "It doesn't matter what you use, the important thing is to contaminate your spirit."

"Ok."

John swallowed, stretched out his veiny hand, and drew three cards from the pile.

5 clubs, 5 black hearts, 5 squares.

Bai Jinglan fiddled with the three cards carelessly, and the expression in her eyes changed slightly.

After a while, he smiled and said, "I probably understand."

The Smiths were killers working for different organizations, and the organization John Smith worked for was obviously the one created by the "Wolf" who had just been wiped out.

When Bai Jinglan went to capture the accountant Abino, he fought with the Hand ninjas led by Jing Xin Yoshioka in their killer headquarters. John Smith once participated in the battle with a gang of killers, but was easily killed by the Hand More than half of the time, only a few people were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe. John was one of the survivors. He hid in the distance and saw the end with a sniper scope.

The ninjas of the Hand Society used cold weapons to destroy the killer organization, and Bai Jinglan also used cold weapons to destroy the ninjas of the Hand Society.

This incident simply crushed John's three views, and he has been in a daze for the past few days. When he suddenly saw the Killing God in the Killing God, he naturally felt uncomfortable, and he couldn't even maintain his usual calmness. up.

John asked cautiously, "What did you see?"

"Your past, present, future."

Bai Jinglan picked up the first card, "Your past is full of darkness, blood, and lies; your present is filled with love, confusion, and doubt; your future...soon, you will usher in a new era..." A major life-and-death crisis is related to your love, and everything will be fine if you get over it, but if you don’t, everything will be over."

This is very interesting.

Because the organizations that Mr. and Mrs. Smith worked for were hostile, both sides dispatched huge cleaning forces to hunt down and kill these two generals who might betray the organization at any time.

If it wasn't for the protagonist's halo, the two would have been blown to pieces during the first wave of encirclement and suppression.

In other words, due to the intrusion of Bai Jinglan and the Hand, John's old club was forcibly demolished. It is said that the purge plan for him must have died, but judging from his fate, the purge has not been eliminated, it has only been postponed for a while. It's just time.

In other words, the Smiths will still be kicked out like crazy, and eventually drift away in the hail of bullets.

Uh, no.

This world is not their home field, it should be Schrödinger's ending... People's future will continue to change according to their choices. Even the supreme mage can't see the exact future, and Bai Jinglan can only observe some possibilities.

What really interested Bai Jinglan was that when he observed these possibilities, he also discovered a very interesting thing.

After a moment of silence, John said, "So, how do I get through that crisis?"

He doesn't believe in divination.

However, when Bai Jinglan's words were heard in his ears, he always felt a faint threat.

Is this asking him to pay for his life?

Bai Jinglan raised his chin slightly: "Do you have anything of value on you?"

"..."

John looked at him for a moment, reached out to touch his waist, and put a dagger on the table, "This is an antique I found in an antique shop when I was traveling in Asia. It is said to be a 17th century Somali sword. A pirate's relic, I've been wearing it as a talisman all these years... What do you think of its value?"

Looking at the short sword covered with strange patterns, Bai Jinglan nodded in satisfaction: "You can teach a child."

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(End of this chapter)