Grandpa Guang Weizheng[Comprehensive]

After the file left Xavier School, the original family-sized car was turned over in the blind spot of the camera in the suburban road, and even the model was changed, and it became a cool supercar.

"Hey, don't worry honey, I'm sure James will be fine." Bumblebee tried to release a piece of soothing music to appease the file, but cut off the music after failing.But his friend is sad at this time, and Bumblebee is also sad.

The cigarette lighter stretched out like a small snake, and lightly tapped on her shoulder.Holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, with a tense face, he took a deep breath and let it out long.

"Thank you Bumblebee." The file patted the cigarette lighter: "Thank you so much for having you by my side at this time."

Perhaps sensing that her mood had improved slightly, Bumblebee let out a big gong sound, exulting in the cheerful Yangko music: "It seems that the two of us are already very good friends! If this is the case, then Why don't we make an agreement that we won't bring it up easily when we talk—"

"Oh, wait I'll call Big Shark."

"——Lily!" The festive music stopped abruptly, and the terrified screams were surrounded by 360 stereo, but after screaming for a while, he suddenly stopped: "I suddenly remembered, you don't have a mobile phone at all!"

He was annoyed, turned on the air conditioner and blew wildly at the file: "I'm angry! Take it!"

The file was blown all the way, and when I finally got out of the car, my hairstyle seemed to have just been transformed by the chief stylist Davie.The proud Chevrolet sports car turned on its high beams, and the exhaust pipe slammed twice.

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble." The file turned back the rearview mirror that was turned in other directions, and pulled two handfuls of hair in front of the mirror: "You find a safe place to hide yourself, and don't worry about me today , After late at night, we will meet next to the construction site where Sol works." After thinking for a while, she patted the roof of his car: "The time is set before five o'clock, you come first and you wait for me, I will go first Until I wait for you, after five o'clock, if you don't wait for the other party, you will leave immediately."

"Then what do we do after we leave?"

"After leaving..." File touched his chin: "The day after tomorrow is the Worthington charity dinner, so let's make an agreement and see you at the charity dinner after we leave."

As Captain America, Steve Rogers has the most basic right to check intelligence, especially since the current agent in charge of intelligence is his die-hard fanboy, he rarely has anything he can't find.

When the lanterns first come on, no matter if you are a good girl or an elderly person with a regular life, you should go to bed and rest.He looked at the dilapidated bar in front of him, which was so ugly that it could almost be classified as a high-risk building, and carefully thought about whether his memory was wrong.After confirming that the address marked as [Information Source] on the list was indeed correct, he took a deep breath.

Opened the door and walked in.

He originally thought that he would see a group of monsters with colorful hair swaying crazily under the bizarre flashing lights, accompanied by loud music that was magically brainwashed like a tape, and various pungent smells.But what was quite surprising was that it was very quiet after the door was opened.

There were a lot of people gathered here, and there were a few tattered wooden tables in the empty bar. Some people glanced at him, then withdrew their eyes and continued to focus on the wine glass in front of them.

The waiter at the bar didn't look very old, he was concentrating on wiping a shiny glass.When Steve came to the bar and asked for an order, he slightly raised his eyes and glanced at him: "I haven't seen you before, this is the first time?"

"Yes." He said without hesitation, "but I knew the rules here before I came here."

These words finally caught the attention of the waiter. He put down the glass in his hand and put his hands on the wooden bar table: "I don't want to know where you learned about us, but now that you have, then Be a good boy and don't make trouble—go and sit over there."

After finishing speaking, the waiter started to wipe the glasses again, and he had already put down a pile of stacked glasses, which looked like an irregular glass tower.He stops talking to Steve like nothing happened.

Steve's order was rejected, which means that he has not been trusted here at all, and he is not qualified to ask his own questions here.This kind of development was completely expected, so he spread his hands to express that he did not pose any threat, and sat down on a hard bench next to a round wooden table, facing the door.

He doesn't care whether he can be trusted by this group of people now, he only knows that the file will definitely come here, but the time is uncertain.

"Hey brother, is this your first time here?" After the ear-piercing sound of the stool being dragged, a lump of fat moved in front of him, perfectly blocking the door.The crowded facial features on his face showed a smile with some difficulty: "It seems that you didn't get the chance to ask questions, but it happens that I can order. If you are willing to give me some benefits, I don't mind being your middleman. "

"Oh yes, thank you." He said absently and perfunctorily, pretending to move the seat to bring the gate back into his field of vision.

"Don't be so cold, buddy." Fatty was a little dissatisfied.He put his hand on the wooden table, and the heavy weight overturned the whole table, and he had to pick up his hand in a daze: "Guys who can't order can't get any information—or, if you can trust My words." He made a gesture of puffing out his chest, and his protruding abdomen staggered against the wooden table: "Maybe I can answer five, no, three questions for you for free, as a testimony of our friendship."

Although he didn't know when he had a friendship with him, Steve didn't intend to let go of this opportunity.He put on a very emotional look, and leaned forward slightly: "Oh, really? To be honest, I'm here this time to inquire about 'knife with edges and corners' for my boss. I don't know if you have Any insight?"

Hearing his question, Fatty suddenly trembled.His violent shaking came on so suddenly and so noticeably that Steve had to free his hands to assist the table.

"Emmm, I don't know why you are asking this." Fatty's ten short fingers like sausages were mixed together, quite embarrassed.He glanced left and right, as if to confirm whether the environment was safe, and then stretched out a hand, his voice was extremely low: "Because the thing that hates others talking about her the most, and then it reached her ears—someone once For talking about files, and after she found out, no one saw the poor fellow again."

He shook his head with lingering fear and covered his ears: "I didn't hear anything just now."

Originally, he thought that this conversation was coming to an end, but he didn't expect that Fatty had just covered it for a while, and then slowly took his hand off.He murmured, "I'm not talking about the file—I'm talking about his lucky little boy."

As if he had successfully hypnotized himself, his interest immediately became high, excitedly: "You know! I heard that because File and her lover fell in love at first sight at the construction site, the two hit it off and got together. File seems to love him so much They all brought them—I heard that someone saw the two of them in the red light district before."

He winked at Steve: "After she found her lover, she sat on his shoulders when she went out. I really don't know how long the two of them have been together."

Steve:  …

He glanced at his fist, and couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of the information on this place.

There are people who talk about running trains like this, it really makes people doubt the reliability of this place!

At the moment when he couldn't help his thoughts drifting away, Fatty suddenly slapped his arms excitedly, pointed with short fingers and was slowly lifted to the big long table in the center of the open space of the bar by four tall men.

"Look, brother!" He pointed in that direction excitedly: "That's the 'Long Table of Wishes'! People who are qualified to stand on both ends of the long table are not people like you and me who can look directly at you! Wait a minute! If someone stands up, we will mix in the crowd to watch - yesterday's condition was undressing! It's a pity you didn't see it."

Steve raised his eyebrows, just about to speak back.The broken door creaked unbearably, and a lone guy walked in.

Fatty covered his mouth with his hand.

Steve glanced away and then looked away.

The file walked straight in through the door, ignored everyone, and came to the bar in awe.The waiter who originally turned a blind eye to Steve put down the glass in her hand when she entered the door, and she skillfully poured a glass of alcoholic drink.

"Long time no see, file." He pushed the wine glass over: "The degree is not high."

"It doesn't matter, I can't escape this catastrophe today." As she spoke, she raised her neck and drank it up, then put the cup on the wooden bar with a click.

Immediately afterwards, she came to the side of the long table: "I want to ask a question, who will answer it?"

There was a commotion in the crowd with a very low voice, and a bald head came out.

"The file." He rubbed his hands together and laughed maliciously: "I really didn't expect that we would have a chance to meet again."

Following his movement of waving his hand, several young men dressed as waiters quickly filled the half-long table near the file with glasses. Immediately afterwards, bottles of high-strength spirits were opened one after another. Mix together and pour into full cup after cup.

"Conditions, question." She twirled her fingers, with a faint smile on her face: "I said, are you sure this is your condition? You should know that my salary is usually very high."

"Shut up, file." He snorted coldly, showing a gold tooth in his mouth: "You have humiliated me once! Do you think you can be as lucky this time as last time?"

He patted the wooden table vigorously: "Meet my conditions!"

The file was really distressed because she wasn't good at alcohol.As for the last time, it was indeed too lucky, no one expected that someone would be willing to lend a helping hand.

But at this moment, she needs information, which is the most important thing. As for the future... Anyway, she is not the one who needs to suffer serious consequences.

She rolled her eyes, and picked up a glass of mixed wine that was almost overflowing: "What a big deal."

Immediately afterwards, she only felt that someone pushed her shoulders lightly, and her hands were empty.She looked at the big man who suddenly appeared beside her in a daze.

Steve has a special physique, and his super-fast metabolism doesn't give him a chance to get drunk again.He drank the wine like water, and turned the glass upside down on the table just like before the file.

A click.

He took a breath, wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at the dazed file and raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong? Don't you have a question to ask?"

She mumbled: "You..."

"It's not me, you're going in the wrong direction." He held the file by the shoulder, turned her around and pointed at the stunned bald head in front of him: "I don't think I know the question you want to ask, you should ask him."

The bald head suddenly came back to his senses, and he was furious: "What is this! What! F*ck!" He slapped the table loudly, and his eyes were fierce: "A cup is not my condition!"

Steve doesn't speak, and when more than three-quarters of the wine glass in front of him is upside down on the table, the file problem is pretty much over.

"It's not fair!" The bald man gritted his teeth, his eyes tearing apart: "The file! You're cheating!"

"I didn't come prepared." The file spread out its hands.

Steve beside him was also very good, he nodded naturally: "Yes, I don't know her, I just feel very uncomfortable because my child ran away from home, and I came to drink free wine, and I felt a fire in my heart." decadent parents."

This answer caused the bald head to kick the leg of the wooden table, and he jumped into a rage and pulled out the wooden bin from his waist.Before he could align the file and pull the trigger, a glass hit him on the head with incredible speed, and he fell straight down with his arms raised.

Steve stood at the other end of the long table, seeming to be pondering whether the throw was perfect just now.

The file didn't react to the unfolding at all, and she even forgot to run away under the impact, and instead asked a little stupidly: "...What's wrong with you?"

"Didn't you see it?" He looked over, his sky-like blue eyes were like frozen ice: "I'm losing my temper."

The author has something to say: emmmmmmm

sorry for missing

I decided to enter V on the 27th, so I will save my manuscripts in these two days

No matter what, I hope you can continue to love me