The Great Winter Soldier

"I still can't believe that he actually wants to talk to you face to face. I really don't know what is going on in his head. wqu" Nicole took Xia Tian back to Hell's Kitchen and returned to the "secret" nightclub, stumbling around. Walking into the innermost door on the second floor, you will see a long corridor. After walking through the quiet corridor, you will come to a room of more than 100 square meters. This is Nicole's private space. She will not go home. I rested here during those days. The location should be diagonally above the rest area in Area E on the first floor. The sound insulation effect is very good. Even at night, there will be no noisy sounds here. After all, this place was once home to those Mexican gangsters. The "office" location, the interior decoration of the house is splendid. It seems that Mexicans, like black people, like the feeling of extreme luxury.

"The carpet has been changed." Xia Tian stepped on the fluffy carpet. He hesitated and didn't dare to move forward. The carpet was pure white and very comfortable to step on, but it must be difficult to clean.

"The original carpet was enough to create a trash can of white powder. Those Mexicans didn't do any good things in this house. They probably spent every day in a state of intoxication. I changed everything I could in this house." Nicole snorted, turned around and saw Xia Tian's appearance, and couldn't help but smile, "Don't change the subject."

"Well, Matt caught our weakness. He is very smart and knows that I will not be detrimental to him." Xia Tian shrugged, reluctantly admitting a fact.

According to common sense, the two of them only had a small relationship, and the latter could not give Matt a "gold medal to avoid death." But who was Matt? From his actions last summer, including Nicole's extremely abnormal behavior towards him, Matt has already speculated a lot about his attitude. Although he doesn't know why, the conclusion is unquestionable, that is, this couple has some extreme emotions for Matt, which may even go beyond life and death.

Especially Nicole's performance made Matt feel on pins and needles, but also felt a weird sense of security.

"Let's change clothes. You don't need to wear something more formal. I have prepared a lot of clothes for you here. They are all carefully selected by me. They will finally come in handy." Nicole pursed her lips helplessly. Damn it! Te, please restrain yourself and don’t squander everything Matt created for you in the other world.

"No, dad said you can smell the rotten life smell on me from a few meters away. I think it's good to make Matt sick." Xia Tian shook his head and rejected Nicole's suggestion.

Nicole was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and laughed, as if a pair of devil horns were growing on her head: "Okay, that's great, it's such a happy decision."

Xia Tian rubbed her newly cut short hair and suddenly felt that she was very funny.

Just when Xia Tian was about to take a nap and go to an appointment in the afternoon. Far away in Los Angeles, USA, in an extremely luxurious villa, a man was wearing a nightgown, lying lazily in the swimming pool in his backyard, enjoying the sunbathing comfortably.

I saw the man holding his head in his hands, lying softly on the air mattress, letting the fully automatic wave of the swimming pool float him back and forth. The man was wearing a pair of sunglasses and had short black hair. Although his hair was a bit messy, his beard was He is very stylish. It can be seen that he must have carefully taken care of his beard. It is estimated that the cost of a haircut is not as high as the cost of repairing the beard.

The man with the mustache hummed "Hmm," and lazily turned over, pushing the water with one hand, lying on the air mattress and swinging hard towards the edge of the swimming pool. After a while, he reached the shore, picked up the red wine on the shore, and The movement was graceful and held between two fingers.

"Plop!" A figure fell from the sky and crashed directly into the swimming pool behind Mustache, causing a splash of waves.

His mustache was splashed all over, and the red wine in his hand spilled into the swimming pool.

"Oh, hell," Mustache muttered angrily, threw away the red wine glass with one hand, and wiped his wet face.

Look behind you.

Only to find a man wearing a red and blue uniform emerging from the swimming pool.

"Uh, who are you? This is my home. Who allowed you to come in?" Mustache stepped back. Although he said tough words, his movements were very cautious and he slowly climbed out of the swimming pool. After all, the mysterious man in the hood was What appeared was really too weird.

"Gudu." The man in the red and blue uniform took a sip of water from the swimming pool, spit out some water from his headgear in a comical manner, and said something that surprised the mustache, "You are the protagonist of this world."

"Hmm, that's understandable." Mustache shrugged in agreement, with extreme confidence and pride in his tone, "Although you are very discerning, flattery is of no use. You are breaking into a private house now. You are in trouble. Besides, are you living in a dream? Halloween is still far away from now. Could it be that you are going to a costume party in this outfit?"

"The place where I exist is the opening of Halloween. I am a walking Halloween." The mysterious man grabbed the shore and jumped out of the swimming pool. The red and blue Spider-Man suit was simply the lowest version, like Several pieces of rags were patchwork together, and the cartoon spider pattern on the back had even faded. The clear swimming pool had been soaked in red and blue ink, but the defective uniform could not hide the man's slender and muscular figure. The figure, the extremely graceful lines are vividly outlined, just like the world's top male models, "Have you ever heard of the name summer?"

"Of course, summer is coming, and it is expected that there will be more." Mustache raised his hand, looked at the expensive watch in his hand, and calculated it seriously, "There are still more than ten days. I said, boy, your taste is really too good." Oops, this dress is simply challenging my aesthetic bottom line, how did you suddenly appear in my home?"

"I just casually cut the scene a few times and came here. Don't worry about these details." The mysterious man waved his hand and said, "Hey, let me ask you something. I'm talking about Xia Tian, ​​not the person who is full of energy." It’s the season when fat women’s underwear smells like grease.”

"This sounds really appetizing. Have you tasted their taste?" Mustache was stunned for a moment, as if he had met someone who thought more clearly than himself.

"Imagine those greasy, white thighs, filled with thick fat. The sweat flowing from their large pores is mixed with rich oil, and then they are suffocated by thick leather pants. One day, in the hot summer night, they climbed into your bed, took off their pants, and blocked your nostrils with a puddle of fat. The smell sucked." The mysterious man took a deep breath and turned to look at Mustache, "How does it taste?"

"vomit"

"You are still the protagonist." The mysterious man came to Mustache's side at some point, and gently patted Mustache's back with one hand, "Spit it up, spit it out, the season full of this smell is coming in more than ten days. , you have plenty of time to enjoy.”

"Click." Mustache suddenly took off the watch from his wrist, and took advantage of the mysterious man's opportunity to slap himself, and quickly put it on the mysterious man's wrist. Then, a burst of electric current crackled continuously, and the mysterious man also She shivered and shouted, "Wow, wow, wow, wow, I'm cumming."

"Sorry, kid, you can't just break into my home and disgust me. You need to be punished." Mustache's vomiting action was obviously fake. It seemed that his plan was successful. He used electric shock. The uninvited guest was subdued.

"Hey" the mysterious man was lying on the ground, his body still twitching, and he stuttered, "That"

"What?" Mustache raised his eyebrows, looking down at the uninvited guest who had been subdued by him, with a joking look on his face.

"Let me feel good again, okay?" The man stretched out his arm tremblingly, gesturing to the mustache to let him do it again.

Mustache: "" To be continued.