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"Hi, Father Joestar! We meet again."

The young man pushed Wincham over.

Joyce was a little helpless, now it was hard for him to run away!

He adjusted his expression to look very gentle.

After the two crossed the street, the three of them got together.

Wincham stretched out his hand to Joyce, and the two shook hands briefly and then let go.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I just finished breakfast and am ready to go for a walk."

Joyce looked at the two people opposite him and replied calmly, without expressing his doubts at this time.

Wincham did not continue chatting with him, but turned to look at the young man behind him and said: "Victor, this is the Father Joestar I told you about last time. I really admire his knowledge. "

After hearing the introduction, Victor nodded and smiled at Joyce.

"Hello, Father, just call me Victor. The teacher often tells me about you."

teacher?

Joyce was greatly puzzled.

But he still smiled and nodded to Victor.

"Hello, my name is Joyce Joestar, and I only met him once."

The word "only" was also specially emphasized in the words.

"Father, Victor is my most proud student. His knowledge is very broad."

“I even won a scholarship to the State University of New York!”

His student?

Hearing these words, Joyce's eyes widened in surprise.

How could he, a mentally ill person, still have students?

I thought there was something wrong when I heard about the teacher, but I didn’t expect that there was actually a student?

Isn't he also a mental patient?

But such a person can still get a scholarship to the State University of New York?

Isn’t this a bit ridiculous?

Joyce felt a little unbelievable. She really didn't understand how this mentally ill person could teach others knowledge.

He was never a teacher before!

It's really weird.

Thinking of this, Joyce couldn't help but start to look at Victor seriously and carefully.

Although the other party was dressed simply, it was not difficult to see his well-proportioned figure.

In terms of temperament, he is also a very charming person.

And Victor not only has a good temperament, he also has a very handsome and handsome face.

Those eyes are very lively, as if they contain some kind of magic power, able to attract people in.

Realizing that Joyce was looking at him, Victor smiled charmingly at him.

Regardless of whether the other person has a mental illness, at least there should be no problem with his appearance.

If you remove this factor, then Victor must be outstanding in all aspects.

Joyce judged silently in her heart.

The three of them just stood on the roadside chatting, and Joyce couldn't walk away for a while.

It didn't take long.

Wincham looked at the watch on his wrist, and then at Victor next to him.

Then he said: "Okay, we should be on our way, otherwise we will not be able to catch the midnight bell."

Joyce was stunned. Midnight?What bell?

Will there be bells ringing somewhere today?

"Good teacher."

Victor nodded.

Wincham glanced at Joyce and then waved to him.

"Goodbye, Father Joestar. I have some important things to do today. We will chat next time we have the chance."

"Goodbye."

Seeing the other party waving, Joyce waved back to him.

Then the two of them turned and left.

Joyce was still standing there thinking, a little confused.

I have no idea what the riddle the two of them are doing.

Joyce, who reacted after a moment, patted his head.

Why should I compete with a mentally ill person here?

He shook his head and walked towards the church.

along the way.

He was thinking about one thing, and that was how the mentally ill Wincham came here.

......

10 minutes later, we arrived at Hell's Kitchen.

Hell's Kitchen seemed very quiet at this time, and there were even fewer gangsters in the streets and alleys.

I don’t know if it was because of Kingpin’s death that this extraordinarily quiet scene occurred.

But the real Hell's Kitchen only shows its sharp fangs at night.

Joyce came to the door of the church and looked at the brand-new building in front of him. He was filled with emotions.

Everything has changed here...

When we left, the place was still in ruins, with broken walls everywhere.

But now it all becomes so grand.

It seems that Pepper really spent a lot of money on repairs.

After standing outside to admire the church, Joyce walked in.

The church door is open.

There were many people in uniforms busy cleaning inside.

A man wearing a white suit and a slicked back hair came over and came to Joyce's side.

She looked at him with a smile and asked: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

Not wanting to hit the smiling man, and since there was no grudge between the two of them, Joyce also smiled back.

"I'm Joyce Joestar, here to take over the church."

"Are you Father Joestar?"

The man in the white suit was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect that the priest who took over the church would be so young.

He was always communicating with people from Stark Industries, and he didn't know what Joyce looked like.

"That's right, if it's a fake replacement."

"I am Martin, the general person in charge here. Everything here was planned and built by me according to Ms. Potts' instructions."

"Ms. Potts said you would come soon, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Joyce seemed very polite.

"You're welcome. This is what I should do. Please come in and I will explain to you the internal structure of the church and the layout of the living area."

"OK, thanks."

Martin led him to a lounge.

"Father, please wait a moment and I will pour you a cup of tea."

Joyce shook his head in refusal.

"No need to go to such trouble, let's get down to business."

As expected, rich people are the boss, and the service was so attentive. The designer personally served tea and water.

Martin smiled and sat next to Joyce.

He took out the drawings he had prepared.

"Let's first understand the structure inside the church. The lounge we are in is here, and next to it is a study room. This is the center of the church..."

Martin kept telling him about the structure of every corner of the church.

Joyce listened carefully.

After listening to his introduction, Joyce felt more and more that this church was indeed extraordinary.

Led by Martin, Joyce walked through the church.

Not only is the construction style unique, but even the decoration inside is extremely exquisite, and every detail is very exquisite.

This is an exquisite and luxurious church with a touch of solemnity.

Not only the external environment, but also the internal layout and decoration are perfect and can be called works of art.

Joyce admired in his heart, becoming more and more satisfied as he looked at it.

After making sure he understood everything about the church and handing the keys to Joyce, Martin left.

At the same time, he also left his contact information. If there is any damage or need repair, you can contact him and he will repair it free of charge for life.

Of course Joyce knew it wasn't free, Pepper must have paid for it.

Putting the key in his pocket, Joyce turned and walked out of the church.

The next step is to pick up Father Paul.

Joyce thought, a smile forming on her lips.

After leaving Hell's Kitchen, I randomly called a car and arrived at Father Paul's home. At this time, he was preparing lunch.

The time is just right, and you can have another meal!

After three 10-minute lunch breaks and an hour of cordial and friendly exchanges.

Joyce was once again angrily beaten out by Father Paul with his shoe.

This time Joyce still ran out with a smile on his face, but turned around and made a face before leaving.

He scurried away from Father Paul's house before the next shoe flew out.

……

a few days later.

时间：2011年6月11日14：45：27

Location: unknown

In a mysterious conference room.

Six people whose faces could not be seen clearly were having a heated discussion around the table.

If you look closely, you will find that these people are only formed by projections.

Among them, there were only five people who were actually discussing the sound. The figure in the middle of the main seat remained motionless and silent.

"Is the news that Steve Rogers has been found confirmed reliable?"

The speaker was a very feminine-looking man, extremely thin, and wearing a monocle.

"Of course, when have I ever been wrong?"

An electronic synthesized sound came, with a vow in his tone.

"The accuracy of this news is beyond doubt, I can guarantee it!"

"Haha... He is our mortal enemy of Hydra... Dear Minister Pierce, it seems that he does not know the news."

The feminine man smiled and continued.

Pierce's brows furrowed after hearing this, and for some reason a strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart.

Could it be that I have been too lax recently?

Put aside your doubts for the time being and resolve the current matters first.

"What do you want to explain?"

Pierce asked coldly.

"I'm just curious that there's no movement from you guys. Is it possible that no clues have been found after so long?"

"That's enough, Straker!"

"You don't need to worry about this matter."

"A rat hiding in a cave should think about your so-called human experiment!"

"After all these years, there has been no progress at all!"

Pierce looked like a tough-talking duck and mocked him a few times.

Straker smiled and did not refute being called a mouse. Anyway, there was no danger to me. You can say whatever you want.

"Well, since Minister Pierce said this, there's nothing I can do. I'm just worried that the great Hydra will lose all the forces within SHIELD."

"What do you mean by that?"

Pierce's eyes turned cold and he questioned him in a gloomy tone.