The wizard who came to the United States

Chapter 8 A Tranquil Life Is Fleeting

"Hello, I'm Sharon Carter. Well, you can call me Sharon directly. We are about the same age. I think it's a bit strange to call me aunt."

Reaching out to shake hands with Sharon, Abel smiled and said, "Sharon, hello! My name is Abel, Abelshaw, you can just call me Abel."

I haven't seen distant relatives who almost lost contact in seven or eight years. How my mother suddenly got in touch again is really surprising.

"Okay, let's eat quickly."

Teresa invited Abel and Sharon to sit down and eat. Abel was used to Teresa's cooking skills, but it was the first time for Sharon to eat it. Tongue swallowed, praised again and again, and after eating dessert, he collapsed on the chair with his stomach in his arms, with a happy smile on his face.

"Treya, your cooking skills are so good, you deserve to be a chef with three Michelin stars."

Treya had heard this many times, but she still felt very happy hearing Sharon praise her so much, and the two chatted again.

Abel sat on the side, drinking tea for digestion, frowning slightly.

Abel really felt a little familiar with the name Sharon Carter, but he really couldn't remember why he was familiar with it.

Before coming to this world, he spent more than ten years in the magical world of his previous life. Except for some important memories, most of the remaining memories are only approximate, unless he can make a pensieve to blur his own The memory is retrieved, and then watched.

Of course, it is impossible to make a Pensieve without even making a magic wand. Besides, I don’t know much about making a Pensieve. He was indeed famous for his knowledge in his previous life. , but doesn't know everything.

Forget it, it's a big deal, I just need to be on guard. It doesn't matter if she doesn't have any purpose, but if she has any purpose, I will take action immediately so that she can't hurt my mother.

"Sharon, stay here tonight, there is a room available."

Sharon waved her hand and said, "No, I have a class early in the morning tomorrow, and I will definitely bother you when I am on vacation."

"Then I'll drive you to the subway station. After all, it's not too early."

"Well... that's fine, then I'll trouble you."

"it does not matter."

Treya greeted Abel, put on her clothes and went out with Sharon, and drove her to the subway station.

Abel simply cleaned up the table and put all the dishes, knives and forks in the sink. As for why not use the dishwasher, Treya, a Michelin star chef, said that if the dishwasher is not clean, then it is considered to be clean. Clean and not clean, all in all, on the issue of the kitchen, the chef is right!

After tidying up, Abel went back to his room to do some homework, checked that the second wave of things he bought on eBay and Amazon had been shipped, so he stopped paying attention to these, and sat at his desk to take them out without having time to look at them. I sat at the desk with a cup of black tea and read the book leisurely, enjoying the peaceful time.

While Abel was reading, Treya also parked the car slowly in front of the subway station.

Sharon's school is the State University of New York at Stony Brook, one of the Ivy League schools. It is about an hour and a half drive from downtown New York. Of course, it will be much faster if you take the subway.

Seven or eight o'clock in the evening is not too late.

Saying goodbye to Sharon, Treya drives home.

Seeing Trea who left, Sharon took out the phone, dialed the number, and said directly: "Sir, I'm coming out."

Coulson's voice came from the other side of the phone, saying to Sharon, "Sharon, I'm sorry to ask you to spy on your former friend."

"Sir, you also know that this is my own choice. Instead of letting a strange agent monitor them, it is better to let me, a person related to them, monitor them. This will not cause any misunderstanding, and I can do better. Conveying our meaning can also better protect their interests, which is a win-win choice."

"But if something goes wrong, then you are probably the most dangerous person, and you are very likely to lose your friends, so if you can repent, I will immediately send other agents to go, please believe me, he will do it to what is fair and just.”

"Sir, I insist on carrying out this mission. Besides, the target is only similar to Abel, not necessarily him. At least in this observation, I didn't see any abnormalities. In my opinion, they are just a very ordinary pair of mother and child. At most, the target has a calmness that doesn't match his age, and there is nothing special about it other than that."

"I understand your feelings, but if there is no accident, Abel Shaw is the superpower who is most likely to kill Kilgrave. Although we have no clear evidence at present, the possibility that he is the target is more than 80.00% , so please continue to observe and don't let him go on the wrong path, otherwise we will have to find a way to take action."

"I understand sir, but I don't like to call him the man who killed Kilgrave. I prefer to call him the man who saved Jessica Jones."

"Okay, I understand. I will pay attention to addressing in the future, so this call ends here."

After hanging up the phone, Sharon stood in front of the subway station. Looking at the roaring subway, she couldn't help sighing, but soon her expression became firm. As Peggy Carter's niece, Sharon has always been herself Her aunt is the goal of her life, but when her relatives and friends become the goal of the task, she finds for the first time that she is not as determined as she thought.

Let's hope Abel isn't that guy.

Hope Abel isn't a bad guy...

A good weekend always flies by.

After running early in the morning, Abel rode his bicycle to school with his schoolbag on his back.

He parked his bicycle, looked at Sean who was coming, and immediately said with a smile, "Sean, why are your dark circles so heavy?"

Reluctantly scratching his afro, which he didn't have time to wash, Sean sighed and said, "Don't ask, I wanted to clear "Assassin's Creed" last night, but that game was really too difficult. Played half way through, and by then the sky was starting to turn white."

"I hope you don't fall asleep in class, otherwise I don't think Teacher Fleur will let you go, and you know how serious she is."

"I'll try my best. To be honest, I already regret playing the game last night. I really..."

Sean was talking, but Abel's attention was no longer on him. He frowned slightly and looked at a girl who was walking into the school from outside. Abel could clearly feel the evil thoughts emanating from her. , far surpassed all the Death Eaters he met in the previous life, even Voldemort was inferior, the evil thoughts were extremely pure, and as deep as endless darkness.

Such a person came to the school, and after a long time, something will inevitably go wrong!
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