A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

Chapter 19: Pickled Fish

Xiao couldn't last long.

A few minutes later, the Black Emperor in front of Albert was already an ice sculpture wearing a helmet.

He glared angrily and kept his hands in a posture of condensing energy.

But he was not dead. Through the ice, Albert could still feel the surging energy and the beating heart inside.

He must immediately think of a way to maintain balance. He can't keep freezing him in quantum form.

After pondering for a moment, Albert couldn't think of any method that could work immediately.

But when he glanced around, a silvery light in the ruins attracted him.

A square chemical container was pressed under an iron pillar that was broken into two parts. It was tilted, and the thick silver liquid that was still bubbling continued to flow out, and a small part had solidified.

It emits a pungent smell that can be smelled from a distance.

Thinking of what Deadpool said, Albert looked at the silver-gray metal with a very smooth surface and no impurities, and subconsciously squinted his eyes, even though he had no eyes now.

One of the strangest and hardest metals in the Marvel universe, Adamantium.

Although it is not as good as vibranium in terms of energy absorption and toughness, in the eyes of Albert in his previous life, it was also a creation of the imagination of Marvel editors, completely inconsistent with the laws of physics.

There was a flash of blue light, and Xiao, Albert, and the container filled with Edman metal disappeared.

"Meow!!!"

In the middle of the ruined laboratory, a cat angrily scratched the air.

After a few minutes, Albert returned to the suite and remembered what he had forgotten.

Another blue light flashed, and the orange cat disappeared.

Only the unconscious Angel and the White Queen Emma lying on the ground at a loss were left.

……

cold,

Biting cold.

Surrounded by endless darkness and nothingness, it seemed as if time was no longer passing.

The limbs were tightly locked by something unknown, and only the head was exposed.

How long has it been since you experienced this feeling of despair?

Oh, the last time I awakened my abilities, I was blocked in the toilet and beaten by my senior classmates at school.

Ever since that time when they were all blown into pieces and minced meat, no one has been able to defeat him.

Perhaps being trapped by Eric and Charles in Cuba last time was considered a small failure.

But where is this place? There is not even a trace of energy for me to absorb...

At noon, in the presidential suite on the 51st floor of the Four Seasons Hotel.

Albert was in the kitchen using a knife made of temporary polymerization of high-energy particles to slice a foot-long carp.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, the orange cat jumped off the window sill, then jumped onto the armrest of the sofa, sat down with his head held high and looked out the window.

Turning his head from time to time, as if he was thinking about something.

Yesterday, Albert looked at the still bubbling Edman Alloy and finally figured out a way to restrict Xiao.

After using the instrument sent by Howard to continue to keep the alloy in a heated state, and simply making a few transmission tubes by myself,

He poured the semi-cooled Edman alloy directly onto Xiao's body, leaving only his head exposed.

But when the freezing effect of the quantum state is about to disappear, the Edman metal is completely cooled, and Xiao wakes up immediately,

Countless tentacles suddenly stretched out from the orange cat's mouth and swallowed Xiao with lightning speed.

Albert was stunned.

Is this cat going to rebel? !

Then the orange cat licked his lips, pointed at Albert and then at the rough space stone placed aside with his paw, as if to express his dissatisfaction at leaving it behind yesterday.

Albert didn’t know how he negotiated with a cat last night.

But in short, one person and one cat reached an agreement to exchange three fishes for the zodiac sign, and after confirming that he was still alive.

But after searching all the restaurants in Boston, no one could make fish that satisfied the orange cat.

At that time, there were not many Chinese students and immigrants.

Therefore, the Chinese restaurants in Chinatown have a deserved reputation.

The pickled fish is cooked into fried fish with pickled cabbage, and the steamed fish is served with sweet and sour sauce.

Albert could only do it himself.

"Ding dong."

Just when the fish was cut into diamond-shaped slices and placed in the pot, the doorbell rang.

Xiaoxue told him that it was Natasha who had been missing for a few days.

When Albert came out with a basin of pickled fish and placed it on the table, Natasha had already sat down at the table consciously.

"What kind of dish is this? It doesn't look like American or Nordic cooking, but it smells delicious!"

"Sauerkraut fish, appetizing."

As he spoke, Albert took out two sets of tableware and placed them on the table.

"I didn't say I was hungry."

Natasha consciously moved the set of cutlery without chopsticks in front of her.

"I didn't say I wanted to treat you to dinner."

Albert rolled his eyes helplessly.

Natasha had already filled a bowl of fish with a spoon. She didn't say anything, but pointed at the two sets of cutlery on the table.

"It's not for you, it's for it."

"it?"

Albert turned his head to the orange cat who was jumping off the sofa and onto the dining table in twos and twos.

Upon hearing this, the orange cat's eyes lit up, and he nodded with satisfaction, then raised his paw and waved at him.

Albert took out a white triangle scarf and gave it to Orange Cat to tie around his neck.

Then he pushed the basin of pickled fish from in front of Natasha to the orange cat,

"Be careful of the burn."

Then he returned to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of noodles covered with onions, garlic and chili peppers, and sat down opposite the orange cat.

Looking at the dumbfounded Natasha, Albert hesitated and finally handed out half of the noodles.

"Do you need to mix it?"

Natasha thought for a while and decided not to compete with the cat opposite.

"Wait a moment."

As he spoke, Albert returned to the kitchen, scooped out a large spoonful of hot oil, and poured it on two bowls of noodles.

"Zizzizi..."

...

“It’s delicious, just a little spicy.”

A few minutes later, Natasha, who was choked and coughed several times, was the first to break the silence at the dinner table.

"I have tasted food from all over the world during my mission, except for that mysterious country in the east."

But I have never eaten such delicious noodles in Chinatown in the United States. "

"That's not really Chinese food. At most, it's just disguised as Chinese food."

"You know a lot about Chinese food?"

Albert did not respond again,

Even if Black Widow is almost certain to be in the ally camp, she will never reveal these most fundamental passwords about herself.

He turned around and went to the kitchen, took two cloves of garlic and put them on the table, biting off half of them in one bite and eating a big mouthful of noodles.

The orange cat on the side looked at Albert and Natasha, whose heads were almost buried in the bowl.

Suddenly I felt that the pickled fish was not so fragrant.

It quietly pulled over a clove of garlic with its paws and took a big bite.

"Meow!!"

.....

After eating for a while, Natasha broke the silence again.

"I went to look at the place you mentioned."

She followed Albert's example and ate garlic noodles with her head lowered, as if she was just talking about something insignificant.

"There's nothing wrong with the building."

She paused,

"Not even underground."

Albert pursed his lips and said nothing while eating the noodles.