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The days that followed were, to put it nicely, neither rainy nor sunny.

To put it mildly, if he doesn't have visitors, the two of them and the dog will really starve to death.

Fortunately for the residents upstairs, the dispute between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the mysterious man had the least impact on them, and they could still find a home to return to.

But the merchants on this street are suffering. The whole street is devastated. With the efficiency of Americans, they have no intention of opening their businesses in the past few months.

Bank watched as the maintenance team arrived belatedly three days after the incident and slowly set up the construction barriers. It took five days for the construction equipment to be fully in place and start construction.

Especially one day, when I went out to smoke, I got into a fire with a construction team member and accidentally asked about their monthly salary.

Bank, one of the chief culprits, angrily joined the ranks of the merchants and tenants of Franklin Street to criticize the evil American capital government.

He also wrote his name heavily on the joint letter of protest.

If anyone sees the joint book, among the names in the largest font, there must be one named "Bankland Lost".

Bank, who was so idle that his balls ached, even had Peggy ghost-write a stern and 10,000-word essay "asking how capitalism's deformed democracy can feed the people." The organizer of this denunciation, along with the A joint letter was submitted to the local government.

He had completely forgotten that he was the biggest culprit of this incident.

Use three words to sum up Bank these days, that is, the pain in his balls when he is idle and the itching in his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and stomach from poverty.

His master had nothing to do all day long, just waiting for a fight between two tin cans, but Kolberos, motivated by the refined dog food, observed the Stark Tower without complaint.

Ten days after the Franklin Street Incident.

Lanlost shop.

"Master, you are back"

Peggy saw Bank, who was covered in sweat and stinking of sweat, walking in, and hurriedly greeted him.

"Ah, Peggy, you didn't see it. My last-ditch kill today was a beautiful goal. It was a yax2bxc goal on the half-court line."

As soon as Bank entered the door, he took off his sports vest without any imagination, threw it on the sofa casually, took off his belt and walked to the bathroom.

Peggy's head was full of black lines and she said: "Master, I can figure it out. You don't need to use the parabola formula to explain it."

I feel wronged to Peggy. Fortunately, she is well-informed and has a higher education, otherwise she would have been driven crazy by the weird tricks of his weird master.

Bank "undressed" all the way to the bathroom and kicked his sneakers out with a kick.

Bank, who entered the bathroom, stuck out his head and said, "By the way, a is not equal to zero."

After saying that, he put his head into the bathroom. After a while, the sound of shower water and the humming of a vampire could be heard.

Ten minutes later, Bank walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Peggy was already outside, sorting out the clothes that Bank had dropped on the floor while walking.

After taking the clothes from Peggy, Bank put them on and sat on the beanbag.

Before Peggy could say anything, Bank took out a crumpled one hundred dollars from his pants, which was the result of playing street ball all afternoon.

Bank said: "Those bastards are getting more and more stingy, and this business of betting on football is getting harder and harder to do."

Peggy took the one hundred dollars, put it into her wallet, and said: "As long as the master's plan succeeds, we will not be short of this little money."

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nbsp;As a noble race, Peggy is not very supportive of her master making extra money playing streetball.

Bank said: "Don't worry, even if that dwarf Tony doesn't recognize porn, his company's stock is absolutely reliable. If we invest fifty thousand US dollars, we can at least quintuple it."

Paige shrugged and said, "I hope so."

Bank nodded, gave Paige a firm look, picked up a bottle of Coke, and drank it.

Seeing this, many people may ask, how did Bank get involved with streetball?

The reason is very simple. For a poor guy, what other reasons can there be besides money?

Bank happened to buy a spicy Maoxuewang that day and walked home.

But when he walked to the public basketball court on Franklin Street, a basketball hit him straight at him.

Bank lifted the basketball with one hand and held it in his hand.

"Brother, do me a favor and throw it over." A black guy shouted to Bank on the basketball court.

Bank didn't even think about it, he threw it casually, and it hit the basket ten meters away. He turned around and walked away, hiding his fame.

He didn't care, but this shocked all the streetball enthusiasts.

You must know that in an ordinary street court, the backboard is only five or six meters away from the three-point line, but this person can just throw it casually outside the court and hit the basket. And judging from the arc, it doesn't look like he was blind.

"Hey, brother, are you from Franklin Street?" The black guy reacted and called after Bank.

Bank paused, turned around and said, "Yeah, what?"

The black guy smiled and continued: "Would you like to play a few games? Also, can you join us the day after tomorrow to play a game with the bitchis from Second Avenue?"

When Bank heard this, he said, "I have noble ancestral blood. You let me and you sweaty big men squeeze around on the court."

So Bank said without hesitation: "No fight, bye."

Turn around and leave.

The black guy was also a little anxious. After all, compared to the bastards on Franklin Street and Second Avenue, they were still technically inferior. It was not easy to find a foreign player who seemed to be strong.

The black guy said to Bank: "We can give you money."

After hearing this, Bank sneered: "Humph, do I owe you that little money? I'm telling you, Xiao Hei, I have no interest in playing house with your children, so don't bother me anymore."

The black boy and his friends shrugged helplessly, picked up the basketball and prepared to continue playing.

But I saw Bank, who had not taken two steps, suddenly turned around and asked them: "How much can you give?"

So just like that, streetball officially became Bank's second side job.

Lanlost shop.

Bank finished the Coke in one gulp and said to Peggy: "Peggy, what will it be like if I really become a superhero one day?"

Paige paused while cleaning the items and said, "Master, shouldn't your goal be to dominate the world and lead our race to rejuvenation?"

Bank burped and said: "If you want to play a drama where a decent superhero turns dark and turns into the final boss, then it can be considered a good drama with flesh and blood."

Peggy turned around, sorted out the items on the counter, and said casually: "As long as the master has not forgotten the rejuvenation of our race, you can make any noise."

Bank wanted to say something more, but at this moment, Cole Burrows' voice came from the soul connection: "Asshole master, two, two tin cans, starting to fight."