Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

Anonymous finds it very novel, about the hospital.

He never thought that there is such a place, which is specially used to treat patients, and it sounds very good-of course, he has been to the abandoned hospital on Jedi Island more than once, but that is just a place name, which is very different from the real hospital .He felt that his bandage-making skills were superb, at least binding people into mummies was no problem.However, hospitals obviously don't need such talents.

Anonymous was very confused, and the nurse who brought him was also very confused.This person was airborne to their hospital inexplicably, and he didn't figure out what he was supposed to do, so he could only show him around first.

"What is my daily job?"

The nurse was wronged, but she didn't know.I happened to turn around and saw the patients in Ward 211 being pushed out to bask in the sun again, so I pointed casually: "Go and learn how to do nursing work with Annie first."

He said it was to learn, but he was actually just taking the opportunity to give him a spare job. After all, he had never formally studied nursing. Who would dare to let him really take care of patients?Since he was afraid that the backing was very strong, he was regarded as a volunteer.

The nurse shook her head, turned and walked away.These days, looking for a job has to fight for one's family background.

On a wheelchair in the garden, a man in a purple suit, so neatly dressed that he didn't look like a sick man turned around and saw Unregistered, and raised the corners of his mouth with interest.He said something to Annie, the nurse next to him, and she walked away immediately, and tried to say hello to her anonymously, but got no response.

"Hello." Anonymous stretched out his hand, but the man didn't intend to shake hands, and he took the time to look him up and down, which can be said to be very rude.

"Push me to the garden," the man ordered Unnamed to push the wheelchair around on the path. Ordinary people would probably realize that they were being tricked, and then they should get angry.But Unnamed has no concept of "anger", so he just pushed his wheelchair under the sun all morning without complaint.

The man seemed to be in a good mood the whole time. Although he didn't appreciate the not-so-beautiful scenery around him, he made noises from time to time to ask the unregistered to turn left, right, and U-turn, completely without the unbearable self-awareness of himself.

Unnamed also enjoys the feeling of walking in the garden. In the game, he has been to deserts, grasslands, woods, and even swam in the sea, but he has never been able to enjoy this kind of tranquility without distraction like this moment.

And flowers—he'd never seen this before.He probably understood the tone of his friend who was so excited that he was at a loss what to do when he said "boyfriend sent her flowers".It is indeed a beautiful thing, but also fragile.

"What's your name?" The man in the purple suit asked suddenly, he still didn't turn his head to look at the unknown, and he was not interested in the surrounding flowers and trees, his voice was deep and pleasant, with a strong British accent, and even more strange , Convincing rhythm in it.

"Unnamed." Unnamed has long discovered that his name structure seems to be very different from other people's, and reporting his name directly sometimes even causes various misunderstandings.However, the patient just paused slightly without expressing any doubts.

"Where are you from? Answer me, the truth." Mr. Patient continued to ask.If he knows what the household registration is, he will immediately think of the most suitable occupation for a man, which should be checking the household registration, the kind that the eighteen generations of ancestors have dug to find out the truth.

"Brooklyn." It's a pity that he didn't know the name, so he replied seriously with the attitude of a good baby answering the teacher's question.The Jedi Island must not be said casually, but the apartment that S.H.I.E.L.D. found for him was indeed in Brooklyn, right next to the captain's house.

"What do you do?" He didn't quite believe that someone like "Unknown" could be a hospital nurse, and even the name sounded like a ridiculous pseudonym, or a code name?

"Now I'm helping in the hospital."

"And before that?" He asked persistently, trying to dig out some information that would be beneficial to him, or just to satisfy his random curiosity.He has long been used to acting recklessly, and now he doesn't have the consciousness to restrain himself.

"...a vagrant." The man raised his eyebrows with interest, as if he hadn't expected this answer—he thought that Anonymous would be a bodyguard, mercenary, or even a professional killer, but he was 100% sure of the truth of this answer Confidence.

At the end, he was probably a little tired: "Push me back and bring me lunch, I hope it's something other than the pig food from the hospital—if you don't mind." The last half of the sentence was full of irony, the tone The turning point is exaggerated.There was a proud smile on his face, and he didn't take Anonymous seriously at all.

They lived in peace until the afternoon, during which the man made countless demands, and the qualified nurse did his duty without a name, showing no signs of impatience.Until it was almost time to get off work, Unregistered suddenly heard the ringtone of his mobile phone.

"You..." The man suddenly became irritable, as if he especially hated such interruptions, but he still forcibly endured, swallowed what he was about to say, and did not explode on the spot.Anonymous walked outside the ward before answering the phone.

From the other end came the rippling voice of the mercenary: "Little sweetheart! How is your work? I know you miss me very much, so I don't need to explain. I can probably see you immersed in the ocean of lovesickness!"

"Work is good. Wade, how are you doing today?" Unknown felt that he seemed to hear a faint cry of pain from the other side, and was a little curious.The mercenary turned away from the phone cursing, and then there was the sound of cloth rubbing against the microphone, and he probably covered the microphone with his hand: Then he seemed to kick something hard, and the messy sound of jingling and clanging was indistinct pass over.

"Damn infiltration mission, you can't even make a phone call!" Deadpool complained viciously, "Little sweetheart, I'm going to kill a lot of people now, and we'll talk after you get off work!"

"Okay, goodbye." Unknown can almost imagine: the mercenary thought he was squatting on the beam and making a phone call in a low voice, but was caught by the people below.

"Brother likes you like this." The mercenary was quite surprised, and his voice was full of joy.He knew that Unknown and him were the same kind of person, unlike those sanctimonious superheroes who kept talking about not letting him kill people every day.

Hey, this new friend is more to his liking than a spider: a duo of scum and scum!No, Anonymous is a little angel: Do you want to get a red uniform for Anonymous?Just not red and yellow, that would look too much like scrambled eggs with tomatoes.Speaking of which, remember that the guardians of Hell's Kitchen are also dressed in red——

The red team of mercenaries!Mercenary captain, let's go!He thought, drew his pistol/gun, and fired at the enemy.

Returning to the room anonymously, he didn't notice a smile on the corner of his mouth.Although it was only a faint arc, the temperament of the whole person changed, from mechanical softness and indifference to what a real person should be.After each conversation with the mercenary, he felt that his confusion was reduced by one point.

"Is there anything you need, sir?" He saw the man staring at him and asked politely.

"Well, take me away." The man waved his hand, and turned the wheelchair a few times by himself, but he didn't know the point at all, and angrily motioned for Anonymous to help.

He's had enough of sitting in the hospital doing nothing, with more than a week left to recover from surgery, but he doesn't want to wait anymore.Now this person is the perfect opportunity, it seems that the combat power is not weak, and he can barely be used as a bodyguard.

"No." But Unknown took a few steps forward, looked down at him, and clearly refused, "You should stay here, it's not good for the wound if you leave."

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"What did you say?" The man was very surprised, so surprised that he suddenly raised his head, as if seeing the unnamed person for the first time, instead of measuring the value of an item, he couldn't believe it at all.

"I said, no, sir, I can call a doctor for you." The anonymous man thought for a while, interpreting the man's questioning as anger.

"No, then I'll stay here as you said." The man's eyes lit up completely, as if he saw the predator of the prey, "You are the second."

"What?" Unknown didn't quite understand what he meant.

the second?What's the second?The sudden change in the man's attitude was also very suspicious, but Anonymous weighed the combat effectiveness of this particular man and didn't think he was a threat.Probably just a strange patient, I don't know if there are any beds in the psychiatric department.

"No, it's nothing, by the way, I'm not cute at all Zizi, will you come to see me tomorrow...?"

With great difficulty, the man changed the last word of the sentence into a question word, forcibly reversing the command meaning of the whole sentence.He seemed to be used to giving orders, even if it was a question, he didn't give the unregistered room to refuse, so he summoned the nurse on his own and asked her to check the state of his wound.

"Yes." Unnamed is satisfied with this job.

I made friends, and Anonymous is also very happy today.

Meanwhile, NSA headquarters.

"Anton, what are you talking about? You put him in the general population—or in a hospital! Are you crazy?" The director of national security slapped the table angrily, completely unable to control his anger, and faced the billionaire standing casually in front of him shouted.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with this. He doesn't show violent tendencies towards ordinary people." Anton Jinhong argued.

"Perhaps you should learn more about his friendship." The director threw a few photos on the desk.

On the screen, it is impressive that the mercenaries enter and leave the unnamed apartment through the window.