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When Philomena sent Tony Stark out the door, Grayson, who was facing the door, leaned on the door with his arms folded, and looked at the two with complicated eyes: "Philomina, Tony...do you know each other?"

Tony raised his eyebrows. He naturally knew the private identity of the young man in front of him. After all, he and the old guy in Gotham were old friends for many years, and now they knew each other's secret identity at the same time. It was already considered a good alliance.

He seemed unaware of Philomena Ocean's private secret identity.

Tony still remembered the only condition that the girl asked for that could not be violated, so he rolled his eyes and pulled out his sunglasses from his suit: "Stark Aid Foundation makes a regular return visit."

Who would believe his nonsense that the big boss of Stark Enterprises came to the metropolis for a routine return visit to an unknown orphan girl?

Philomena didn't care much about Tony Stark's excuses. She glanced at Dick coldly, and by the way even included Tony who was affected next to him. Like a knife, it forced towards the two of them.

"Don't come again, both of you." The girl dropped this sentence indifferently, and the inexplicably familiar blue eyes in front of the door looked at Dick for a moment, and then looked away.

One of the two people outside the door had just been shut down a few hours ago, and the other was kicked out without shame. Neither of them could be said to be pleased. Tony touched his nose and turned the sunglasses in his hand: " Where do you live? I thought you settled in Bludhaven now."

"As entrusted, this house in Metropolis has to be taken care of for a few days." Dick shrugged, with probing eyes: "You and Philomena──"

"At present, it's just a sponsor relationship." Tony interrupted Dick, and looked at him with a half-smile: "I see why you are more nervous than she herself?"

"This—it's a bit complicated." Dick shook his head. He didn't intend to tell others about it before Philomena agreed. In the elevator and in the house.

[They leave. 】Athena's voice sounded in Philomena's mind. After the artificial intelligence paused for two seconds, the gentle voice sounded again: 【The system does not stipulate that materials cannot be given to others. 】

"I know." Compared to talking to Athena in her head, Philomena is more inclined to speak truthfully. The girl installed strict protective measures in this room after she moved in. The sound insulation is excellent, and Because there is basically no possibility of Athena's relationship being eavesdropped, she stood by the door, a little empty, and answered Athena after a while: "Because I don't cooperate."

The corner of the girl's mouth twitched, revealing a non-smiling smile. She looked cold and lacked the vitality that a 16-year-old girl should have: "It's like what Soldier: 76 said."

"I alone am an army."

Philomena didn't say these words out of arrogance. In fact, in battle, she was the kind of person who would draw up a strategy in an instant, and then run away immediately if she missed a hit, and then looked for opportunities.

It can also be said to be an opportunist. For her, there is no enemy that cannot be defeated, only opportunities that have not yet been waited for, so she never underestimates any enemy.

At most, it is arrogance and arrogance on the surface, making people think that they underestimate the enemy.

Facts have proved that it will always be Philomena who stands at the end.

But she does, as she told Athena, never cooperates.

If Philomena Olsen was in the animal world, she would be a lone wolf who lived alone in the wild. She walked alone in the forest with full of scars, and carefully decided every step she took, never relying on her companions. .

Because she didn't.

Athena never interfered with Philomena's decision, unless the girl refused to eat like last time, threatening her own body, Athena would repeatedly remind her.

Therefore, when Philomena made a decision in her heart, she would not interfere with the girl's thoughts.

Before sending Tony Stark away, Philomena, who had been recognized as one of the Overwatch agents [Genji], made good use of the information that the other party was not equal to herself, and told Tony that she was just an agent following the orders of her superiors. If she wants to seek cooperation, she must ask her superior, the supreme leader of Overwatch, Commander Morrison.

Jack Morrison ─ ─ aka. Soldier: 76 ─ ─ is the commander of Overwatch in the game setting itself, and at the same time has strong combat literacy and rich experience, and is a transformed combatant.

He once participated in the US soldier strengthening program and received relevant professional training. He possessed strong tactical skills. He was the supreme commander of Overwatch at that time, and Gabriel Reyes, the commander of Shadowwatch──aka. Reaper──and Anna Amari are also one of the founders of Overwatch.

Since it was already the commander's setting in the game, Philomena pinned the scapegoat on her future self.

Judging from the bitterness and deep hatred that Philomena gave Genji, she is not a person who talks and cooperates at all. She should be very vigilant and hostile to those who take off her vest.

So it makes perfect sense for her to blame Soldiers: 76.

As for how long it will take for Genji played by Philomena to find the elusive supreme commander, and how long it will take to convey it, that is beyond Genji's control.

Philomena walked to the window and looked down from the top floor, and it was Tony Stark who had just walked out of the apartment door that caught her eyes.

Go find it, find that Jack Morrison, and talk to him about working together.

What she hates most is being threatened.

Today was the fourth day that Dick Grayson had knocked on Philomena's door three days in a row.

When she heard the knock on the door of the house again at a fixed time, Philomena felt as if she was back in New York, the days when Parker knocked on the door every day to deliver lunch.

The first time was raw and the second time was familiar, the girl calmly slammed the door of the bathroom, with a "bang!"

Her footsteps were quite light, and she stepped on the soft plush carpet with her bare feet, and the fine hairs slightly brushed between Philomena's toes, bringing a slight itchiness.

She walked to the door, paused for two seconds, and finally opened the door.

With a "click", a smiling face appeared outside the opened door, and Dick Grayson was holding a small paper bag with a cute smiling face printed on it: "Hey, I brought you some pudding .”

"I don't like sweets."

Dick shrugged helplessly, and then said slyly: "I guess you would say that...Denden! French quiche! By the way, I also brought some salt and pepper pumpkin pie!"

"..." Philomena lost her temper completely. The girl sighed. The anger accumulated in her heart these days was slowly dissipated. She took a step back and let the door open. the way.

"You can come in, but don't tell me—other things." In the end, Philomena still couldn't get the word out of her mouth.

In fact, Philomena knew she couldn't get out of this trouble ever since she took out the trash that day for Richard Grayson, who, like Parker, was a jerk with weird enthusiasm.

Philomena has never received the enthusiasm and help from others a few times in her life. She can refuse five times or ten times with a firm heart.

But he couldn't really freeze himself in the thousands of miles of ice.

Grayson was the first person who was friendly to her after she came to the metropolis. She was a vicious, despicable and selfish person, but she couldn't slam the door on the young man's face again and again.

Except that the visit a few days ago came from the votes of the brothers, after learning about Philomena's attitude towards her family, the brothers decided not to interfere in this matter. After all, apart from Bruce, no one One can unravel the knots about family members.

No one wants to get involved in this matter.

Therefore, for the past four days, Dick knocked on the door every day, just to apologize for his rash visit a few days ago and stimulated other people's scars.

"I know, I know." Dick had seen Philomena stepping barefoot on the white carpet a long time ago, and he politely took the bag of desserts in his hand, which was bought from a dessert shop, with all kinds of desserts. Handed it to Philomena, and then took off the going out shoes on her feet before entering the door, and placed them outside the door.

"I just came to chat with you today. After all, you have been in the metropolis for so long, and we don't seem to have spoken a few words." Dick smiled, his blue eyes were full of smiles, and he held a dessert in his hand Philomena of the bag quietly closed the door behind him.

After hearing his words, the girl frowned slightly: "I don't chat."

If Dick hadn't been a person with a very high emotional intelligence and was good at chatting with Mensao, Philomena would probably have chatted to death [-] times.

The girl walked into the open kitchen with her things, frowned and took out four or five exquisitely packaged snacks from the bag, and finally asked for the first time: "What do you eat?"

Dick then followed into the kitchen. The apartment that Philomena bought was the same apartment as the apartment next door Dick was living in, showing a symmetrical appearance, so Dick was quite familiar with the structure of such a house.

There is a dining table for four outside the open kitchen, and there is nothing on the table.

In fact, when Dick walked into this room for the first time, he vaguely felt the cold breath, not because Philomena had turned the temperature of the air conditioner very low at home, or because of her unwelcoming It has been substantial enough to make people really feel the cold.

Rather, this home seemed to be purely a necessity for her life.

There are no tablecloths or paper towels on the table, clean as if it has never been used; there is simply a bowl and a plate in the dish dryer in the kitchen, and the rest of the utensils are clean as if they have never been used; the sofa in the living room is covered with A blanket and soft pillows on both sides are neglected; there is a pair of canvas shoes on the shoe cabinet by the door, but nothing else.

This is not a home, just a place to live.