marvel angel

"Dante, wasn't that what Thunderbird was mumbling after he drank too much?" Smith interrupted Chapman's narration. "He was so drunk that day that he was kicked out of the nightclub by Water Viper, and we didn't know where he lived at the time. , so I had to drag him to my dad’s shop for the night. I remember him lying on the barber’s chair and talking nonsense.”

"Shamik, after you and Dante went home that night, I stayed at Dad's place for a while longer." Diaz, who was sitting between the three of them, added, "I talked more with Dad about Ray Things about the bird, such as his father was also a veteran of the Gulf War. Dad told me that he could tell that the Thunderbird must be full of stories. Those were not necessarily drunken nonsense. The military and the government must have disappointed him extremely. , he changed from a self-disciplined Indian soldier to a messy drug addict."

"Wait a minute, guys, let me familiarize myself with your professional vocabulary first." Angela gestured for the boys to pause and said slowly, "The thunderbird you are talking about should refer to John Proudstar, right? I also saw the tattoo on his body. The water viper is supposed to be Cornell Stokes."

"You guessed it right, Ms. Ziegler." Chapman nodded, "We all call John Thunderbird privately, and he seems to like this name. But as for the water viper, don't do it in Stowe He hated the nickname when he was called that in front of Mr.

"But you don't seem to be too taboo about saying this word."

"Water vipers do scare us." Smith took over Angela's words, "But the most important reason why we stay at his place is John Proudstar. He is the person we admire. We are the ones who take care of things." I learned it all from him. Well, sorry again, ma'am, I hope I didn't scare you yesterday."

"It's okay. Lorna will occasionally perform butterfly knife swings for me. You can exchange your experiences later." Angela looked at Lorna who was lying there quietly, and then asked the three boys a question, "I admire you." , I can tell from your tone that your feelings for that father seem to be deeper than that of Thunderbird, who is he?"

"Dad's original name is Henry Hunter. He opened a barber shop in Harlem." Diaz replied, "The location is 179 Lenox Avenue. He has always taken good care of us, and the neighbors have also taken good care of us. They all call him that."

"I must take the time to visit that kind and benevolent true gentleman. He must have worried a lot about you."

"Ms. Ziegler, you are as kind as he is." Chapman put down the cup and said seriously to Angela, "Just now when you said outside that you wanted to coax us to go to the road, I suddenly understood that Dad has always treated us He has good intentions. He wants to admonish us, but he is afraid of hurting our self-esteem. Maybe we really should put down our odd jobs at Water Viper and work honestly at Dad's place."

"Hey dad, didn't he say we could follow the Thunderbird? He said the Thunderbird could pull us back in time when we were about to cross the line." Smith snapped his fingers at his two companions who were deep in thought.

"Shamik, look what happened to us," Diaz said, raising his voice. "We've crossed the line and we're still sitting here drinking Pepsi just because these two ladies decided to let us go."

"Well, Chico, you're right." Smith shrugged to Diaz and turned the bar stool to face Angela and Lorna. "Thanks again, ladies, you are too kind to be white. If you would Go to dad’s barber shop and he will definitely give you a [-]% discount.”

"It's only [-]% off." Angela frowned, pretending to be angry, "We still plan to vote for November."

"Why didn't you tell us earlier?" Smith made an exaggerated and funny expression, "Dante, Chico, it shouldn't be difficult for us to encourage Dad to launch an event where you can get a haircut at [-]% off if you vote for a black president."

"Haha, this is a good idea and he will definitely agree to it." The other two boys agreed, and everyone laughed together.

"Back to the topic, kids." Angela clapped her hands, "Since Mr. Thunderbird can be recognized by daddy, he must have other qualities besides being good at fighting. Can you tell me about it?"

"Uh" Diaz hesitated, "Dad told us this after Thunderbird slept all night in the barber shop that day. Maybe we don't know what the two of them talked about the next day."

"Then tell me what you know." Angela didn't force it.

"This spring, Wateradder took a trip to Arizona, and when he came back the Thunderbird was with him," Chapman recalled.

"Arizona"

"Yes, Thunderbird is an Apache." Chapman added more details, "After the war in Afghanistan broke out in 2001, he was just 18 years old and was drafted into the army. But his experience in the army was... Never say it, at least never in a sober state. Since Water Vipers are very good at doing business and don't often conflict with other gangs, Thunderbirds are relatively idle most of the time, and many times they will teach us a few tricks to pass the time. time."

"Why would he work for the Water Viper?" Angela took out a new bottle of Coke from behind the counter.

"Well, Thunderbird mentioned it to me after he stopped drinking." Smith scratched his head and remembered something. "He said that he was hanging out in a fight club in Arizona, relying on alcohol and painkillers all day long, and had no plans for the future. .Water Viper noticed him while watching the game in the Fight Club. Faced with the conditions provided by Water Viper, his only thought was to buy more and better wine, without even thinking about whether Water Viper was People who do serious business come to New York half-drunk.”

"Why did he quit drinking and taking drugs?" Angela filled the boys' wine glasses again. "Did he really become Water Viper's friend and plan to accompany him to do something great?"

"Absolutely not" Smith smiled, "I bet he has a friendly attitude towards Water Viper, just because Water Viper's attitude towards him has always been sincere and purely repaying. But when it comes to him giving up drinking. The reason, I have to remind you first, this involves another woman, are you sure you want to listen?"

"Uh-huh, you have to tell me this part in detail." Angela pretended to be very gossipy.

"Thunderbird, we can't help ourselves. Just ask for your blessings, haha." The three boys joked, obviously acquiescing to Angela's affection for Prodesta.

"Okay, calm down and let me recall the memories carefully." Chapman was the first to return to normal. "Well, one night three months ago, we supported the dizzy Thunderbird and sent him home as usual. . As a result, in the alley near his house, we met a little girl wearing tattered clothes, who was obviously a homeless person. Unexpectedly, after Thunderbird saw him, he immediately woke up and walked towards her. The girl seemed to be very afraid of strangers. She turned around and ran away, but she couldn't outrun Thunderbird. They yelled for a while before he calmed her down. He also told us not to get close, and I don't know if he whispered to her again. What. Anyway, the girl behaved in the end. Thunderbird led her into his house and asked us to help him clean up the room. Finally, he told us that he would take care of the little girl and that she would live there in the future. At his place."

"Isn't this an illegal adoption?" Lorna finally opened her mouth and asked strangely.

"Illegal abandonment is much more serious than illegal adoption, but who has ever cared about our father?" Diaz closed his eyes and shook his head, then said, "Although we reminded him in this way, he told us not to care about it. We kept it a secret, especially not to tell the Water Viper, so we agreed. Ladies, you are the first person to know this secret besides us and Dad."

"I'm glad to have your trust. We won't talk too much." Angela solemnly promised, "How old is that girl? What's her name?"

"Can you tell how old she is?" Diaz asked the two people around him.

"I can't see it." Chapman also shook his head.

"Me too, Asian girls, uh, Asian girls are too small, it's hard to estimate their age." Smith held his forehead, frowning and thinking, "I think she may be a year younger than us. Two years old, but maybe she’s actually much older than us.”

"She's Asian" Angela's tone was full of surprise.

"Yes, a mysterious orientalist," Smith exclaimed with a smile, "Her name is also hard to remember. What is her name, Claire Fon?"

"No, it's Clarice." Chapman knocked on his head.

"Clarice Fang" Diaz stretched out his index finger and tapped on the counter to confirm his answer.

"She also looks a bit strange." Smith scratched his head again, "I have never seen anyone's eyes with that color, that green like oriental jade. Didn't they all have brown eyes? "

"Maybe she is of mixed race. She is probably abandoned by irresponsible men just like us." Chapman shrugged and said in a helpless tone, "Have you noticed a strange scar near her right eye? Maybe she has been domestically abused. Thunderbird's ability to gain her trust is considered his strength."

"It's a pity that Thunderbird betrayed her trust" Diaz sighed deeply.

"What happened?" Angela asked anxiously. Listening to three little boys describe an incident almost wore out her patience.

"Actually, the girl didn't stay at Thunderbird's house for long." Smith raised his head and looked at the ceiling as he recalled. "A few days later, Thunderbird drank very late again. We accompanied him home, only to find someone parked at the door of the alley. A police car. The police officer told us that they saw Clarice walking down the street with shopping bags two hours ago and thought she was unfamiliar. They had never seen her in this neighborhood before. We went forward to interrogate her, but she couldn't answer or hand over anything that could prove her identity. She even tried to escape, so they detained her and took her to the police station."

"This is discrimination." Angela suddenly interrupted Smith and smashed the counter angrily, spilling the boys' Coke all over the table.

"You're so damn right, ma'am." Smith also slammed the table and got angry. "The police officer also wanted to question Thunderbird about the relationship between him and Clarice. But Thunderbird is too upright. He couldn't lie at all, and finally told the truth under the exposure and questioning of the police officer. The police officer also arrogantly gave us a few verbal warnings and said that he would transfer Clarice to a detention center. Then he handed it over to Immigration and Customs Enforcement. We all wanted to go up and beat him up, but we were stopped by the Thunderbirds."

"Since that day, Thunderbird has not touched a drop of wine." Chapman snatched the rag from Angela's hand and cleaned the counter. "We also thought about helping him together and suggested that he ask Water Viper for help. But he They all refused, and he said he would figure it out on his own.”

"But I don't know why he would have a drink for you today," Diaz looked at Angela and Lorna carefully. "In any case, ladies, if you can, please take the trouble to coax him on the road."

"From your description, things have not progressed so far. Clarice is still in the detention center." Lorna also stood up, her attitude was very serious.

"Yes, it has been three months," Diaz said. "During this period, Thunderbird visited him alone several times, but from his behavior after coming back, it was not clear whether he was happy or depressed. I think he was originally He is a man who keeps his mood and feelings to himself, so we are lucky to be able to make friends with him during his drunken days.”

Angela folded her arms and stood there in silence for a moment. Finally, she put away the rag and said to the boys: "Thank you for telling me this. Maybe I can give him some advice."

"Isn't that great?" Smith said excitedly, "Thank you, Ms. Ziegler, even after Clarice is released from prison, we will stand by your side."

"Okay, don't talk about this." Angela waved her hand and pointed out the window, "The truck has arrived, you should start working."

After Angela got mixed up with the boys, they also completed Angela's tasks well and efficiently.As dusk approached, Smith panted and moved the last box into the warehouse, then lay down on the counter with his two partners with weak legs.

"Oh my god, do you have so many things every time you restock?" Smith lay there and shouted, "How did you do it without the help of men?"

"Haha, growing up boys always have this misunderstanding, thinking that having muscles means strength." Angela smiled and handed the drinks to the boys, "But in fact, your muscles are trained by normal sports. They are often not suitable for rough work."

The boys obviously didn't care about Angela's knowledge and drank the drinks in one gulp anxiously.

"Okay, ladies, I think you're tired of me saying thank you anymore." Chapman hiccupped and cast a grateful look at Angela and Lorna. "You taught us a lot today, and we will learn from you in the future. There’s a lot to learn here, so let’s do this for today, it’s time for us to go.”

"Why don't you stay a little longer?" Lorna stood next to Angela and asked them with a smile.

"No, the Thunderbirds are definitely coming soon." Diaz pretended to be a scout and looked out the window cautiously. "If he finds out that we have given him all the details, he will definitely beat us up on the spot. We have to Hurry up and run away."

"Haha, you're a kid," Angela sighed, "Wait a minute, I'll give this to you."

Angela picked up two small silver rings from the counter and handed them to Diaz and Chapman respectively.

"This" Chapman stayed there at a loss.

"Wait a minute, if this is our reward, why doesn't Shamik have a share?" Diaz immediately reacted after saying this and turned to Smith in surprise, "Shamik, you secretly took their things."

Smith slowly took two steps back in horror. He couldn't believe that Angela had discovered such a small movement in the warehouse.

"Shamik, don't be afraid, I don't mean to blame you." Angela calmed Smith's mood with soft words, "These rings are not pure silver, but they are worth your pay for a day's work. You are honest A bright day’s work certainly qualifies it.”

"That's what we should do, to apologize to you." Diaz held the ring anxiously, not knowing what to do at this moment.

"What have you hurt us?" Angela smiled, "Nothing. The sins you bear are your own. The moment you decide to correct it, you are no longer guilty."

The three boys stood there blankly, Diaz and Chapman looking at each other, at a loss.Smith buried his head deeply.

"Shamik, especially you, don't be afraid to ask for what you deserve, as long as you work hard to earn it." Angela approached Smith and gently put her hand on his shoulder, "Maybe you think , this world owes you a father, this world owes you a lot, and you refuse to forgive the world. In the end, you feel that the world refuses to forgive you and will not give you a reward that matches your efforts. But please Believe, we will. Your future is very bright, you are all bright, you have a father who is willing to worry about you, and there is a Thunderbird who doesn't even want to break your bones even if he hits you. Most importantly, you three We are still together. I think these feelings together are definitely better than those cowards who abandoned you and dared not take on the responsibility of their families. These feelings were earned by you and given to you by the world. You and the world have long been separated from each other. Thanks to each other, you have a bright and upright future, and you don’t have to do anything secretly anymore.”

"I'm sorry, ma'am." Smith covered his face with his hands, but his choked cry had revealed everything. "I thought you were forgiving us out of fear of water vipers, just to show off. I finally understand today that human beings People can truly forgive each other. Thank you, thank you."

Smith broke down in tears, and Diaz and Chapman put their hands on his back sympathetically.Seeing that the eyes of the other two boys were also filled with water, Angela opened her arms, hugged the three of them tightly, and embraced them.

"You've had a really tiring day. You have to mediate with the gangsters and make these kids happy." Lorna stood at the door of the store and waved her hands to send the boys away. She glanced at Angela beside her and smiled. A sound.

"It's okay to coax a child. Talking to a water viper takes more brain cells than a medical school exam." Angela smiled and leaned against the door, looking down at Lorna's face that was illuminated by the setting sun.

"It's really strange. Those who do illegal business behave more politely than the upper class." Lorna recalled the demeanor of Fisk and Stokes and couldn't help but ask.

"Because they have more things to hide, and the same goes for politicians, right?"

"Talk about politics, Angela, are you so duplicitous? Wilson has obviously helped us, but today you just handed over his information so casually."

"I'm so happy that you have mastered another Chinese idiom, Lorna. However, don't think that I made this decision casually. Let's go into the house and let me tell you about the real underground party in modern China. Let's see how they are in Yunbo. Preserve yourself in a treacherous situation."

"Okay, but before that, you have to tell me what your attitude towards that Thunderbird is, and you keep turning off telepathy to pique my curiosity."

"I just have a crush on him."

"Is this a funny joke? Do you think there's a single synapse in my brain that believes this?"

"Haha, okay. Then let me tell you that your mutant club is going to expand again."