[Comprehensive] Live broadcast every day

Grace and Shaw sat on the bench and continued to chat on and off until they finally ran out of beer.

"Ah, it's gone." Xiao shook the beer can and found that there was nothing in it.

She curled her lips and said, "Sure enough, it's still fun to drink."

Drinking so much beer feels nothing at all, just like drinking water.

"A hangover is not a pleasant thing," Grace reminded.

Xiao stood up and stuffed the last empty can in his hand into the trash can.

"I'm going back." Xiao looked at the time and said.

Grace nodded and replied, "Let's go."

The two walked to the exit of the park together and were about to part here.

"See you tomorrow, Grace." Xiao said goodbye.

"See you tomorrow." Grace smiled.

She watched Xiao's back gradually go away until she disappeared around the corner.

"How long are you going to stand there? Everyone has left." Grace asked aloud without turning her head.

Root came out from behind the tree and came to Grace.

"Good evening, Grace." Root winked at her and smiled.

"I thought you would be a very direct person." Grace was saying that her eavesdropping behavior was very unlike her.

Gen nodded his lips and replied, "Just to give Samin some time."

"Besides, if you found me, she must have found me too." Gen shrugged indifferently.

Grace looked at her dumbfounded, and couldn't help but said, "What is this, is it fun?"

"If you think so, I don't mind." After finishing speaking, Gen's expression was a little depressed, "I thought I was obvious enough, why didn't she understand?"

"I think she knows it well," Grace said, "it's just that some feelings are difficult for her to understand at the moment."

"It sounds like you understand very well?" Gen said pointedly.

"Trust me, Root," Grace turned to look at her, "this is not a good thing."

Grace waved her hand at Gen, and then left in the direction of her apartment.

As a billionaire, Fincher has always been very generous with his employees.

Her apartment is also very valuable, with refined decoration, complete furniture and electrical appliances, it is very comfortable to live in.

It's just a pity that Finch's job is non-stop all year round, and she just uses the apartment as a place to sleep.

However, this kind of life is suitable for her, after all, Grace is a restless person.

She walked the street for seven or eight minutes and was almost at the apartment.

It was late now, there were no people on the street, and the passers-by Grace met along the way could be counted on one hand.

Grace could see her own apartment building, about 100 meters away.

Suddenly, someone called her name.

"Grace Louisa?" It was a middle-aged woman's voice.

Grace frowned slightly and turned around, and there was a blonde woman standing there at some point.

She was sure that no one was there when she just walked there.

The woman looked to be in her 40s, and she was wearing a white coat. She couldn't tell she was from there, but she was definitely Asian.

She walked quickly towards Grace and reconfirmed: "Are you Grace Louisa?"

"I am, are you?" Grace looked at her warily, even though the woman seemed powerless.

"Your father's name is Ivan Mod, right?" The woman looked at her very nervously.

Grace's complexion sank a little, and she replied, "No, his name is Ivan Luisa, who are you!"

"There's no time," the woman spoke quickly, "I can't explain anything this time, but Grace, you have to be careful."

"I think you can understand that your video caused an uproar some time ago," the woman looked at her seriously, "someone even threatened to come to you directly."

The ring on the woman's finger suddenly started to glow, which made her curse angrily.

"They can't target you directly, but aggressive people will use aggressive methods, and you can't fall for the trap."

"Although it will take a while, we will find a way to protect you and be careful of your father..."

Before the woman could finish her sentence, the ring on her hand burst into a strong light, and she just disappeared in place.

Grace couldn't catch the last part of the sentence, but she was all too familiar with the situation.

"Damn it!" she cursed under her breath, frowning.

What kind of situation is this? !

Grace hurried to the direction of the apartment, she had to find someone to discuss this matter.

"Bruce? Any time to come to New York?"

"We need to talk (we need to talk)."

*****

Grace heard a thumping sound coming from the window.

She turned her head and saw a dark figure hanging there without any surprise.

Grace opened the window and Batman scuttled in, retracting his sling.

"You really can't live without this uniform." Grace teased.

"I came from the teleportation device of the watchtower." The implication was that he could not appear as Bruce Wayne in the watchtower.

Grace raised her eyebrows and said, "Private use of public property?"

"No, the matter of the broadcaster is likely to turn into a business." Bruce removed the hood.

Although so far, only Bruce, Grace, and the Finch team know about the live broadcaster.

Grace knew it was impossible to hear anything good from this man.

"sit down."

Grace did not simplify this time, but told Bruce word by word from beginning to end.

There was a silence in the air, and Bruce seemed to be thinking about something.

"She said your video caused an uproar," he said in a deep voice, "What did you say to the live broadcasters you met?"

Grace thought about it for a while, and replied: "I didn't have time to ask anything in the first few times, only Carter that time, I was annoyed and said some serious things."

"What kind of words?" Bruce asked again.

"Um... She doesn't deserve to use Carter's body to do some so-called heroic deeds." She thought for a while, and she should have meant this at the time.

Bruce lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "If we are all inferior in the eyes of the other party, then people with that mentality will indeed be irritated when they see your condemnation of the live broadcaster."

"They treat us like toys," Grace sneered, "how can toys resist."

"If that's the case, then there's only one reason they're after you." Bruce looked at Grace with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Grace leaned on the sofa and continued: "Maintain their pathetic pride."

Bruce nodded silently.

"Grace, you have to be careful recently." Bruce said seriously.

This time, unlike before, the on-coming streamers harbored direct malice toward Grace.

And they have too little information about each other.

"I know," Grace pursed her lips at him and curled her lips, "but I still don't understand why that woman came to remind me."

"She could find me directly, and even said she would protect me." Grace frowned.

This actually made her feel very twisted and strange.

There are even some hairs standing on end.

"Perhaps, in their world, not everyone supports this kind of behavior." Bruce said.

All things have two sides.

It's like not everyone embraces superheroes for a reason.

"Also, Grace."

Bruce stares into her eyes suddenly, which makes Grace's heart tense for no reason.

"Are you sure, you didn't hide anything from me, right?" His question was a little sharp.

Grace looked at him helplessly and said, "Bruce, you are too suspicious, of course I am not."

Bruce watched her for a moment before letting her go.

"I'll go back first," he stood up, walked to the window, put on a hood, "take care of yourself, keep in touch... good night."

"You too, good night." Grace smiled softly at him.

Bruce watched her for a while, and just when Grace felt a little weird, he jumped out of the window.

Grace poked her head out, and Batman had disappeared into the night.

The smile on her face faded instantly, and Grace sighed.

Bruce is just too perceptive.

She did say something to him, about her adoptive father.

Grace didn't know why the woman mentioned her adoptive father's name, but it only matched the first name, not the last name.She doesn't want Bruce to know about it for the time being, because she knows Bruce's character too well, and she won't let him go without a thorough investigation.She needs some time, she can't just rush to Ivan and ask him if he has anything to do with all this.

Grace knew that if Bruce wanted to know, he would know one day, and she could only stall now.

Sorry, Bruce.

*****

"Master Bruce, has the matter over the Justice League been resolved so quickly?"

Alfred was a little surprised by the speed at which Bruce came back, knowing that it usually takes him a few hours to pass by.

"No, it's Grace." Sitting in front of the supercomputer, he moved his fingers quickly.

"What happened to Miss Grace?" Alfred asked.

"Something." Bruce replied, as usual, ambiguously.

Alfred was used to his master's way of speaking, so he didn't have a big reaction to it.

But he couldn't help frowning when he noticed what Bruce was doing on the computer.

"Excuse me, Master Bruce," Alfred said without any ups and downs, "Are you hacking into the equipment you gave it to?"

"Almost." Bruce didn't explain.

"...I don't think you need to hack into your own equipment, sir?" Alfred asked after a pause.

You know, those devices are basically under his control.

"..." Bruce didn't answer.

"Please don't tell me you want to spy on Miss Grace again." The old butler almost hit the nail on the head.

Grace is a small exception. Since she herself discovered the behavior behind Bruce, Bruce turned off the real-time monitoring device in Grace's phone.

The communicator given to Grace did not have the function of reporting to him in real time... it just had a recording function.

Bruce could still get a lot of information if he wanted to.

"Can I ask why?" Alfred asked.

"...She doesn't smile so softly at me for no reason." Bruce replied softly.

The audio recording of Grace's previous two hours suddenly appeared on the screen.

Bruce suddenly realized that Alfred had stopped talking, and he turned his head away, only to notice the implied disgust in his old housekeeper's eyes.

Well, this kind of look is not once or twice, but what is it for this time.

"So you know that Miss Grace is usually not gentle with you."

After Alfred finished speaking, he turned and left with the tray.

Bruce watched his leaving back, didn't speak, and turned to look at the computer again.

He hit play.

*****

Grace was woken up at two o'clock in the morning by the constant ringing of the mobile phone.

She raised her hand and picked it up, squinting to see the caller ID on it.

—Tony Stark.

Grace suddenly woke up a little.

Even if Tony is usually out of tune, he will never call her in the middle of the night.

"Hello?" Grace sat up from the bed and pressed the answer button.

"Are you okay Grace?" Tony's voice came over.

"Why do you ask that, what happened?" Grace realized that something was wrong, she pressed the hands-free button, put her phone on the bed, and began to get dressed.

"The Winter Soldier was rescued." Tony's voice sounded very serious.

"Winter Soldier?" Grace was a little puzzled.

Tony replied, "It's the man with the metal arm who attacked the bank this afternoon."

"The other party got the news from nowhere. He broke into SHIELD and released the Winter Soldier. He almost fought all the way out."

"The S.H.I.E.L.D. told me that this man will never stop until he completes his mission."

"He will definitely look for you again. Go and pick up Finch quickly. A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent is already on his way to your house to assist you."

Grace frowned slightly when she heard this, she didn't really want to contact government agencies.

"Oh my god, I really don't know why Finch is so private!" Tony shouted with a big head.

After working together for several months, Tony knew basically nothing about this man except that his name was Harold Finch.

It's not known where he lives or where he works, not even Finch's phone number.

It's almost like an invisible person.

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult, and I don't know where he lives." No phone number either.

Grace had already changed and heard a knock on the door.

"But I think someone should be able to reach him."

She walked to the door and saw a familiar person through the cat's eyes, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Natasha?" Grace said in surprise.

The red-haired woman also showed a surprised expression after seeing Grace's face clearly.

"Grace? Is it you?" Natasha couldn't imagine her eyes, why such a coincidence happened.

"What's the situation, you know each other?" Grace held the hands-free mobile phone, and Tony naturally heard the conversation between the two.

Grace let Natasha in and began to prepare the equipment.

"I met on a mission." Grace replied simply.

Grace and Natasha met in Russia.

It was the first time that Grace set foot on the land that did not have any good memories for her after many years.

Of course, she was not in the mood to revisit some old place, or to see if her alcoholic biological father ended up drinking and dying at home.

The task at that time was to catch an absconding gangster, who was said to be protected by a local gang in Russia.

Grace was told that their agents would be on the inside to assist.

That agent was Natasha.

It's just that Natasha wasn't so heroic at that time.

Grace still thinks that Natasha can endure that group of people for so long and still act like an obedient maid, which is really inconceivable.

Grace opened the cabinet, and instead of clothes, it was full of firearms and various weapons.

Natasha looked at the appearance of the apartment, then at Grace's inventory, and couldn't help but admire: "This armory is really good, and of course there is a house."

"Thanks to my rich boss," Grace joked, "Of course, if he sees my cabinet of weapons, he might faint."

"Why?" Natasha looked at her suspiciously.

Grace closed the cabinet door and locked it, and replied, "You'll know when you see him."

*****

"Finch, seriously, you need to give us your phone number."

Grace turned her head and watched Finch lead the bear into the car, and couldn't help but say.

Before coming, Grace already knew that Finch had destroyed the Samaritans and contacted a hospital in San Francisco for Arthur.

Arthur is probably already in San Francisco now.

Thank you for Gen's technique, otherwise she wouldn't be able to find Finch now.

"I'll think about it seriously, Ms. Louisa," Finch turned to look at Natasha on the co-pilot, "Who is this lady?"

"The agent from S.H.I.E.L.D. is also my friend." Grace started the car.

"Natasha." Natasha turned her head and smiled at Finch.

"Hello, Ms. Natasha." Finch nodded politely to her.

Natasha looked at him, blinked and turned to look at Grace.

"I see why you said that," she whispered.

Finch does seem to be a reasonable person, not the type who likes to use force.

Grace smiled softly, making Finch behind a little confused.

"Where to go next?" Grace has no direction now.

"Go to S.H.I.E.L.D." Natasha said.

However, what she didn't expect was that her proposal was rejected by Grace and Finch in unison.

"Do not."

Natasha was a little taken aback.

"Um... Natasha, our situation is a bit complicated," Grace said apologetically, "We generally don't have too much contact with government agencies."

The reason why Natasha was able to come along was because Grace knew her.

Not to mention Finch, Riise and Xiao will also rush over, and it will be very troublesome if the two nominally dead people are investigated.

Not to mention that root is impossible to come over.

"Since the Winter Soldier is coming, let's find a place to wait for him." Grace said, "Finch, do you have a safe house that you haven't used? It should be as remote as possible."

"Yes, the address is..." Finch immediately reported the address to Grace.

Upon hearing this, Grace deepened the accelerator, and the car sped away immediately.

*****

After Steve entered the door, he was shocked by the appearance inside.

There was a row of weapons on the table, a machine gun on a window, and a tall man was standing in the corner checking his guns.

A woman sat on the table, stepped on the chair, and smiled sweetly at the woman in front of her.

Steve did see her two pistols/guns in her hips.

The woman standing in front of her obviously looked impatient, but her eyes were fixed on the sweet smiling woman.

She was unconsciously playing with the dagger in her hand.

There is also a gentle-looking man who is doing something with a computer.

This scene is almost like the gathering place of some secret organization.

Natasha stood against the wall, saw him coming in, and smiled at him: "Hello, Captain."

"Natasha." He nodded.

At this time, a dark-haired woman came down from upstairs.

"It's all set up above, please remember not to go up to the second floor." She said as she came down.

"You...?!" Steve was shocked when he saw her face clearly.

"Good evening, Captain," Grace smiled at him, "See you again."

"Good evening..." Steve looked at her with a complicated expression.

"Where's Stark?" Grace didn't see the red figure.

"Call me?" Someone tried to come in through the window, but Grace sternly stopped her.

"No!"

Tony seemed to be startled by Grace's serious reprimand, and immediately stopped in place, seemingly aggrieved.

"...be careful, go through the main entrance," Grace rubbed the space between her brows weakly, "there are all traps."

"Wow."

This time Tony walked in through the door obediently, and opened the mecha on the head.

It has to be said that his entry made the whole room look a bit more colorful.

Tony swept over in a circle, black firearms, black action clothes - the captain's blue body looked no different from black in this environment where the lights were not turned on.

The whole room is oppressed by this blackness very heavy.

"You guys really need energy." Tony said without end.

It drew inexplicable looks from everyone present.

"OK, pretend I didn't say anything."

He raised his hands in surrender.

The author has something to say: Little Theater 1:

Grace: Weneedtotalk

Master: (Heart) I'm going to die, have I been found out what I did?

when we arrive

Grace: (long list of explanations)

Master: (suddenly relieved after listening) I know (began to analyze calmly)

Grace: (I always feel that something is ignored by her)

Small Theater 2:

Captain America: The people in this room look like they're planning a terrorist attack

Grace: Besides you, there's a SEAL, an ex-CIA, an ex-government agent, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, two hackers, don't worry

Captain America: (Relax...????)

Tin Can Dad: Wait for me? ? ?

Well rested, feeling revived

The master you want is online secretly (hey