Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

No Responsibility Extra 2: Naicao and...

5. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.

In the spaceship, a group of people surrounded the big bed in the middle, with serious faces, ready to fight.

Little Carl sat in the center of their line of sight, on a stool that was a bit too tall for him, and stared at several people facing him one by one with wide eyes.

His feet couldn't reach the ground, so he swung his bare little feet happily—following the melody of the background music on the spaceship, he swayed his body slightly.

"Who is this kid? Where did he come from?" asked the Rocket. "I can't believe that this little guy lived on the ship for days under our noses - and no one found him! Until he volunteered run out!"

"Tutu!" Carl stopped shaking his head, and he happily stretched out his hand towards Rocket, "Tutu is good!"

Peter immediately seized the opportunity to laugh: "Hahaha! Don't forget why he ran out by himself: because he saw 'Tutu'!" He imitated Carl's immature milk voice in a weird way, "Rabbit Rabbit! You are that bunny."

"Rocket is a raccoon, not a rabbit," Drax said to Carl seriously, "a raccoon."

"Raccoon." Carl looked up at Drax, his eyes lingered on the other's exposed upper body, obviously, he was attracted by the strange lines on Drax's body.

Then he turned his attention back to Rocket and said, "Good raccoon."

"Shut up, brat! I'm not your pet!" Rocket huffed.

"I'm Groot," said the Ent.

"Bullshit, he's not cute from head to toe."

Groot didn't look back at the rocket.He squatted in front of Karl, in a funny posture like an old tree with a crooked neck, and a small green shoot grew out of the arm he stretched out to Karl.

It gradually became taller and thicker, and when it reached a certain limit, it grew green leaves and buds. When the small leaves stretched out, the little flower swayed and opened its petals.

Groot plucked the little flower and handed it to Carl.

"I'm Groot," he said.

"Thank you." Carl took the flower and pinched it in his hands. He looked into Groot's dark eyes, "You are also the cutest tree I have ever seen."

He looked at the little flower and finally pinned it on top of his head.

"Oh." Gamora was captured by Carl and the little flower on his head. "What's your name, little one? Are you hungry?"

Peter appeared mysteriously from behind her, holding a cup. "I made him some milk."

"I'm Groot," said the Ent.

"I know this is your flower pot, I washed it, and we don't have any other cups." Peter said solemnly, and handed the ceramic flower pot to Carl, "Will you drink it yourself?"

Carl didn't say a word, he blinked his eyes at Peter for a while, and his body turned forward on the stool, and then he put his two little hands on the back of Peter's hands.

He held Peter's hand, leaned to the edge of the flowerpot, and started drinking.

Peter stared at Carl, who was about to bury his face in the flowerpot.

...like a newborn animal drinking water in the palm of its hand.

He raised his head and made an exaggerated mouth shape to his companions.

"Wow." He winked and said silently.

"What? Peter? What are you thinking? We can't keep him!" Rocket protested loudly, vaguely aware of something, "We are the Guardians of the Galaxy, not nursery teachers!"

-

Carl handed the small box to Rocket, who was squatting beside him.

"Bunny." He called out expectantly.

"Look, kid, I don't like the name you gave me. I have my own name, Rocket, get it? Rocket is my name."

While chanting, Rocket quickly opened the box, touched a tool from the toolbox, fiddled with it a few times, and then handed the small box back to Carl.

Carl twisted the clockwork, and a soft music sounded from inside the box, his eyes lit up: "Okay!"

"Listen, kid, I'm a weapon maker and spaceship pilot, not your toy repairman!"

A small hand reached out and skillfully rubbed the back of Rocket's head, near the neck.

Rocket was so comfortable that he slumped down, and even his ears drooped limply.

-

"Has Rocket changed his name to Tutu?" Drax asked puzzledly, "He didn't agree to call him Rocket, but he definitely agreed to call him Tutu."

-

"I hate him," Peter said darkly, "No, not because Gamora always sleeps with him, or because of his bad temper, can you believe it, he—he ate my gold! The gold I worked so hard to steal!"

6. Iron Man

At four o'clock in the morning, Pep was woken up by the sound of the phone.

She grabbed the phone and put it to her ear, and skillfully began to threaten the other party: "You better have a better reason, I just fell asleep for less than an hour—"

"Pep!" Tony's voice sounded vividly interpreting what it meant to be panicked. "There's a kid here!"

"Your?" Pep quickly sobered up.

She threw off the quilt, shivered slightly, and began to put on clothes without hesitation: "Are you at home? Who sent the child? Is his mother by your side?"

"No! It's not what you think. I'm in the lab," Tony's voice became louder, and Pep heard a strange background sound, the whistling wind, and the sobbing cry of a child, "he It fell from the sky, and he smashed my armor!"

"What?" Pep questioned his ears, "He fell from the sky and smashed your—" armor?

She heard a busy tone from the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Tony had to turn around and face the crying little boy again.

His whole face was red, probably because he cried too hard before; he opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, stopped every sobbing, pinched his tongue with his little fingers, and was at a loss for a few seconds Zhong, then retracted his tongue and continued to sob.

"Don't cry, kid," Tony, who was exhausted from coaxing the child, sat down in front of Carl, and picked up the parts on the ground with a sad face, "You smashed my armor, what do you think?" I'm the one who wants to cry, right?"

"You, you give it to me," Carl asked, sobbing, "Drink it, what, what?"

Tony froze.

He stared awkwardly at those large blue eyes for a moment.

"It's just a little beer." He said bitterly, "Please, you are a man, don't react so strongly."

A teardrop rolled down Carl's cheek.

"I-I hate beer," he cried, "You're so bad!"

-

Carl was sprawled on the rug, sound asleep.

"He hates beer," Tony said cheerfully to Jarvis, "but champagne seems to please him. Don't tell Pep."

7. The Flash

"Here, here! This is my favorite pizza place! Their Italian classic thin crust pizza is super delicious! You know I usually prefer American pizza because American pizza has a thicker base and more sauce than Italian pizza It sounds too bland, and I often need to replenish a lot of energy, so American pizza is my favorite, but this Italian pizza is super delicious!"

"—give me twenty pizzas thank you!"

"And this store! This store has the most mellow chocolate ice cream I've ever had—wait, wait, kid, don't run—looks like you like chocolate ice cream too?"

"Wonder Woman likes the ice cream here the most. I brought her here once, and then she... she came by herself."

"—give me ten, no, fifteen chocolate-flavored ice creams!"

The Flash, who had run a long circle around Central City, stopped contentedly in a clearing.

He threw the few remaining pizza boxes on the ground, and while licking the only ice cream left in his hand, he talked to Carl:

"Who are you? Where are you from? What are you doing here? Your glasses are ugly."

Carl took off his glasses.

The Flash stared at him dumbfounded.

"... meringue?!!"