[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Washington, within a certain block.

The alley is full of rubbish. Some women who work at night have not had time to take off their heavy makeup. They walk together to the exit together. climbed over.

A garbage bag with a loose opening was hit by something, fell off the lid of the garbage bin, and the contents were scattered all over the floor——

A piece of minced meat was exposed on the ground, and a head with wide eyes rolled out gurgling.

"Ah!" The woman who saw it first let out a broken scream.

After half an hour.

A yellow cordon surrounded the entire street, and police cars blocked the exits. After the detectives endured the stench and checked all the garbage bags, except for this bag of rotten meat that was so chopped up that it was difficult to put it back together, there were also Several bags were found... bags of strange animal carcasses.

The reason why those animals are said to be strange is because many detectives and gentlemen want to write fairy tales in their reports.

...What are these strange creatures?

When they were ignorantly planning to ask biologists to identify it, the members of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistic Support Bureau came along with the biologists—they are the most envied and most admired among the public servants of the people. The group of S.H.I.E.L.D. members who can't see the end.

I heard that they can see superheroes every day, eat with them, and perform missions together.

Jealousy nearly drove them apart, so much so that the member of the secret service enjoyed a very searing stare.

After another half an hour, Ivan, who had just handed over the man to the Magical Congress of America, appeared on the scene together with his aborted water paddling plan and Draco.

"Where do you want to go? Huh?" The light-blond man leaned against the car door, and when Ivan was walking towards the street ahead, he said slowly to himself in a soft voice.

Anyway, as long as his voice comes out, someone will definitely be able to hear it clearly.

Ivan stopped walking, and continued: "There is a bigger incident in Las Vegas, and I am just obliged to help - by the way, I will deal with the follow-up of the British incident."

After stopping for half a beat, he answered again: "Sorry, I may have to trouble you to wait for me a little longer."

Draco wasn't too impressed with his apology, and was just teasing him anyway.Standing up straight, when Ivan walked there again, he followed.

Cursing his lips, he followed each other's steps and asked, "Do you know when you make me the happiest?"

Ivan was suddenly asked by him, and his thoughts drifted eight thousand miles away.

It's a pity that Draco was asking a question, and he didn't intend to ask him to answer this question. He smiled to himself, and looked at him with those silver-gray, slightly elongated silver-gray pupils, feeling quite happy He said the answer with a raised tone on the ground: "I am the happiest every time I see you being slapped in the face."

Ivan: "..." Should he thank his wife for being so sincere?

After a few seconds of silence, he continued to walk forward with a blank face, but the breeze delivered his answer to the ear of the person behind:

"Thanks for reminding me - I need to work a little harder in some areas."

Draco: "..."

Master Malfoy, who had lost the bickering once again, put away the smile on his face, and began to think about how to make it impossible for a certain dragon to turn the topic to such an inappropriate aspect next time.

But he still refused to admit defeat so quickly on his face. Although he paused for a while, the following words were not weak at all: "You're welcome."

Only those with thicker skins can win. He stared at Ivan's back and silently came to a conclusion in his heart.

Ivan... Ivan wants to go back to the hotel now.

He slowly shifted his attention to the people in front of him, listening to the answer brought back by the Wind Elf about the accident ahead, he stopped just as he crossed the cordon, and followed Draco who was following him. resistance.

"Don't go any further, if you still want to have an appetite for dinner at noon." His figure completely blocked the scene in front of him, and after making sure that there would be no images that might cause visual impact at this angle, he walked towards the scene The more central walk.

The member of S.H.I.E.L.D. came over, told him about the corpses of the magical creatures found at the scene, and brought him to the bag containing these cold creatures.

There was still a very faint taste left on it.

A wind elf was lying on his shoulder, muttering something in a low voice, conveying the smell more clearly.

However, in his current state, it is not convenient to take advantage of this advantage.

Ivan knew what species these belonged to with just a glance. When his light blue eyes looked at those plastic bags thoughtfully, the words of the members of the investigation bureau who were in charge of the mutilation case drifted into his memory not far away. In the ear:

"Around 35...adult male...not the first crime scene..."

"Death time is within 24 hours..."

"It's strange that the corpses are thrown here, and it's mixed with the treatment scene of those unknown creatures. If we judge the death time of the corpses of those unknown creatures, we can know—" The speaker's speech was fast, and it was only brief for others By the time he spoke a few words, he had spit out a long list like a cannonball.

Whether it is the way of speaking or the tone of voice, it is very familiar.

Ivan subconsciously raised his head and glanced over there. The members of S.H.I.E.L.D. next to him noticed his eyes, thinking that he didn't want to work with these people, so he smiled wryly and explained to him:

"This case has collided with the FBI's, so we have to cooperate temporarily. They are responsible for solving the case, and we are responsible for tracking down the people we are looking for."

Just as Ivan looked over, the person over there felt his gaze, and said the second half of the sentence in a slightly slower tone: "—Who is the latecomer?"

Then his gaze also hit the coldness.

The other person's face made him feel a little strange, but the eyes quickly brought back his memories, so that they almost pronounced each other's name at the same time:

"Spencer Read?"

"Ivan Arman?"

Meeting acquaintances in this kind of scene is still very special, at least for the little police officer with natural curly brown hair, he was really surprised.

The others also looked over there, and a wild-looking black man standing beside him grinned and asked him with a smile, "Why, did you meet someone you know?"

"Yes, I'm very surprised now." He still tugged the shoulder bag he was carrying habitually, and the shoulder bag was no longer the same as before, but after making this action, it suddenly made people feel as if he saw it. The skinny boy from many years ago.

He looked at an older man, and then at a man in a gray suit. After getting their permission, he walked in Ivan's direction.

"Long time no see. Are you working for S.H.I.E.L.D.?" After saying hello to the person next to Ivan, he turned his head to look at the friend he hadn't seen for a long time, and smiled politely, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Ivan thought for a while, and replied: "To be precise, I work in the British branch of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Sounds like a long story here.

Obviously, now is not a suitable time for chatting, and this is not a suitable place for drinking tea and reminiscing about the past.

Ivan quickly turned the topic back to Rhett's field of expertise: "Are you talking about your case just now?"

"Yes, I'm an intern in the FBI now..." The handsome man nodded and wanted to say something, but after seeing Ivan's expression, he stopped the topic here.

So much so that Ivan glanced at him and asked, "What?"

Reid looked at the S.H.I.E.L.D. member next to him who went away to chat with his leader, and then looked back at Ivan's expression and gave the reason why he hesitated to speak:

"You look like you're in a rush to get this done, because you're looking out of the scene ten times in one minute... so I'd better take up a little less of your time."

He answered Ivan's questions very honestly.

There was a bit of a smile in Ivan's eyes, and he didn't care if he saw his thoughts.

"Yes, if you don't mind, please update your contact information. We can come out for a drink when you have a holiday in two days - I should stay in the United States for a long time this time."

Reid quickly reported his number, and at the same time firmly remembered Ivan's contact information.

For some reason, when he saw Ivan, he always thought of the fairy tale books he found when he was sweeping the school library. He always felt that this person was mysteriously not in the same world as him at all.

After the S.H.I.E.L.D. member came back, Ivan said lightly, and strode out of the blocked scene:

"I've almost found someone. I'll take him over there in the afternoon. In your place, I don't need to do the follow-up handover procedures?"

The man replied habitually: "Of course."

After that, all he could see was his back as he walked out.

Thirteen ten in the afternoon.

The Magic Congress of America was shrouded in a black shadow. Many wizards looked up and saw a pair of wings that could almost cover the sky and a pair of cold blue pupils.

At the same time, a string of tied honest people fell from the dragon's claws like hemp ropes, making unspeakable screams.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. member who had been notified to come to the door to collect the suspect had just stepped on the first step in bewilderment.

He was puzzled before why the other side of the S.H.I.E.L.D. mission asked him to come to the Magic Congress to take it, but now he knows—because the dragon was too lazy to make a shielding spell for himself, so he took advantage of this place to throw someone.

He walked to the end of the rope with a numb face, and while pulling it up, he said to the wizard who came out expressionlessly: "Sorry, our people got lost and accidentally threw the suspect here."

Staff of the Magical Congress of America: "..." Guess we believe it or not.

Believe it or not, that wasn't Ivan's concern.

Because a few minutes later, he was already standing leisurely outside his hotel door. After knocking on the door, when he saw Draco opening the door, he put one hand on the door frame, and expressed the previous words again:

"Another morning, is it enough for you to figure out where to go?"

Before Draco could drink the half glass of red wine he had just poured, he glanced at him in surprise and asked, "Are you finished?"

Is this too fast?

Didn't you say that things are super troublesome?

The place is so big, how did he find that group of people?

Ivan saw all the questions from his eyes, but he didn't answer, just waiting for his previous answer.

Draco thought for half a second belatedly, and casually reported a place: "Los Angeles?"

Ivan nodded without thinking, and pressed his hand on the doorknob: "Good place, we can start tomorrow - now, I think I need to show my lover and my learning ability and my good learning attitude... ..."

The door was closed, but the person who was standing outside the door had disappeared behind the door.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Draco: So how on earth did he get the job done so quickly?

Author: Because he used himself in dragon form as a hunting dog.

Ivan: ... An author like you can't survive a second with me.