Grandpa Guang Weizheng[Comprehensive]

Wanda and Pietro stood at the school gate watching Lydia's back gradually fade away.Pietro put one arm around Wanda who was leaning on his shoulder. Although he knew that Lydia didn't have eyes on the back of her head, he kept waving the other hand.

"You know Pietro." Wanda said in a low voice, "I really want to just follow regardless, or even ruin everything and leave her here."

"Of course I know." Pietro hugged her even harder: "We both have the same thoughts, so how could I not understand your feelings."

"But we understand that as long as she is alive and those people are alive, her footsteps cannot be stopped." Lydia has become a small black spot in the distance, and Pietro finally put down his arm and lightly He sighed lightly: "She won't tolerate our meddling. What we should do is to reassure her and hone myself."

After a long time, Wanda gently echoed: "You are right." She said again as if to confirm something: "You are right."

The identity of "Lydia" disappeared when she stepped out of Xavier Talent School. The file took out her old pocket watch and looked at the time, then raised her eyes quickly, because the time was too far behind the plan, so she planned to pretend to be herself saw nothing.

She couldn't help rolling her eyes, she could almost think of the black face she was about to face.

I don't know if I should be thankful that I don't have a communication tool such as a mobile phone at this time.

After selling all the gems from Jones, board the subway again.

Her clothes are so dirty that they can no longer see the original color, and she has the temperament to hang "bad" as a sign around her neck. Even when the subway passes through the city center, she has won a circular open space with a diameter of about one meter for herself. .There was a strong man wearing a hat sitting on the seat directly opposite her. She glanced sideways, and after confirming that the man was a powerful fighter, she closed her eyes.Because this person's eyes are always looking out of the dark window, she really can't figure out what's so good about it if it's not a sightseeing bus.

She sat from the terminal to the starting station, and even when she got off at the terminal station, the man still kept a sculptural appearance and did not move.There were even only the two of them left in the carriage. The hand of the file was kept in the pocket, making sure that her fingers could touch the weapon. If it wasn't for the relaxation of his muscles, she might have thought that the other party had some evidence. Or the killer sent by the enemy.

Fortunately, until she walked out of the car door, the man still looked out of the window with a thinking mind.

After leaving the subway station and walking west for 10 minutes, you will see an abandoned warehouse.But the warehouse that should be abandoned is not deserted.A smoking man squatted at the door. His skin protruded in colorful patches like a reptile, and the part of the skin that was in contact with the wall completely melted into the wall, looking like a piece of floating clothing.He glanced at her with protruding eyes and then looked away.

This is not the first time she has been here, and she knows the pros and cons of the Caliban intelligence network.

The advantage is that as long as you can give enough money to Caliban, his news is always the most reliable.

The disadvantage is that you can buy other people's news from him, so can others.

All beings are equal in front of the knife, which is the principle of Caliban.

"Oh, isn't this a file?" It wasn't the first time for the two people to do business. When the file took out a roll of money from his pocket and threw it on his table, he nodded a little and a smile appeared on his face: "I don't know what Caliban can help you this time?"

"Look for this person." She took out a photo from the inner pocket of her clothes. On it was a man wearing a camouflage military uniform with a hat tilted on one side and sunglasses legs dangling from his mouth. The camera makes a motion of shooting itself in the head.

"Oh, this is not a mutant." Caliban said with some disapproval.

With a blank expression on his face, the file threw the second roll of money over.

"But maybe sometimes not being a mutant can't be an excuse for him to try to escape Caliban's eyes-let's take a look, oh, this is probably a photo from a few years ago, and recently added a new face to his face. A scar, recently in... oh, the stronghold has also changed, and moved to Alaska." He opened his mouth: "It's a fateful arrangement, Alaska, isn't it—maybe Caliban can ask if he can continue to be with us in the future. You trade?"

"Maybe I will trouble you one more time." She seemed to pause when she heard the place name of [Alaska], but she didn't seem to have it. The moment was too short to subconsciously think that she had read it wrong.

After reading Caliban's information in detail, she got what she wanted and followed the usual practice to compress a thick stack of paper to about half the size of a little fingernail, took out a lighter and lit it.

She went back to the subway station again, this time she took the subway from the starting point, and the carriage was empty... Wait, why is this thinker still there!

She glanced at the other party quickly, and then decisively decided not to get on this carriage.After taking two extra steps to the previous carriage, she sat down near the door, with her hands still in her pockets, leaning her head against the window, stretching her legs and closing her eyes to rest her mind.

A woman's scream interrupted her.

Maybe there is also the threat of a man who is strong on the outside and does nothing on the inside.

The man had one hand around the woman's neck, and the other hand holding the knife waved aimlessly. He said something to get everyone out of the way, and slowly moved towards the door.

About 30 seconds to go to the next station.

She didn't even bother to cast a glance.

Just when she was hesitating whether to put on the earphones, a voice that sounded full of positive energy sounded:

"Sir, is there any problem we can have a good talk about, maybe you can let this lady go?"

It's the thinker just now.

She didn't raise her eyes, but it seemed that the direction of the person coming, the color of pants and the style of shoes were the same as that of the thinker, so there was probably no such coincidence.

"Go away! Get out of the way! Or I'll cut her throat!" His voice was tense and dry, while dragging the woman towards the door.

"Hey listen, we can have a good..."

"Go away!" He seemed to have finally made it to the subway station, and just as he pushed the woman away and turned to go out, he kicked the protruding foot of the file.

At the same time, the thinker who was still far away just now also moved!He couldn't see the appearance of the statue at all. Holding a handrail in the subway, he flew up and stepped on the inner wall of the car, like an acrobat, and he had subdued the man in the next second.

He turned his head and seemed to want to thank the file who had helped her, but she just patted her calf which was kicked out of a soil mark, without even raising her head.

The other party didn't appreciate it, and he wasn't angry.The thinker smiled slightly and turned the man around, pinched his shoulders and put him on the ground: "Let's go."

The small episode in the subway actually helped SHIELD catch the target, and Steve Rogers said he didn't know anything.

He's just trying to adjust to modern life as usual.

Just after thawing, I found that I was already in the future, all my relatives and friends were old and left, and I was the only one who seemed to be forgotten by time.This feeling of being abandoned is terrible.

And he was very happy when he accidentally learned that although his brother and nephew were gone, his blood had survived!He was even like a primary school student who was about to have a picnic, impatient to meet them and feeling terrified—after all, not everyone could accept a relative who appeared suddenly.

However, just when he proposed to meet Ed Rogers, who might be his grandson to him, Natasha was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "I'm sorry Captain, Agent Rogers retired from work-related injuries eight years ago. , was assassinated by Hydra while traveling in Alaska a year after retirement."

Perhaps it was because he had nothing left to lose after losing everything, and after his hopes were dashed, he only slumped for a while before picking himself up again.

Today's content is to try to remember a small part of the subway lines extending in all directions.He planned to take each line from the start station to the end station. When he was sorting out the chaotic subway line information in his mind, he found that... the people in front of him scattered for some reason.

The upright Captain America, who thought it was some kind of enemy, realized the next moment that he was just a... young man... I don't know if it was a tramp or a punk.He kept a low profile and didn't seem to cause trouble at all until he got off at the terminal.

This made Steve feel relieved and at the same time a little guilty, because he even suspected that he guarded this poor homeless youth all the way, and he did not have any illegal actions.

After the knife-wielding man tripped over his shin, the guilt deepened a lot.He would rather believe that the shy young man was helping out than forgetting to put his leg back.

When Clint looked at this unlucky man with surprised eyes, and sincerely suggested that the captain go to buy a lottery ticket today, Natasha who came with him took a look at him first, and then explained: "This is what we found. I haven't found a connector for several months." She blinked: "You are really lucky, captain, with him, maybe we can complete the task faster."

"Maybe you are willing to join? After all, the place of execution is 'Alaska'."

"I'm really sorry I'm late." The file pushed open the door of the room, threw the bulging backpack on one chair, and sat on the other.She pretended not to see the man-eating eyes of the young man sitting across from her, and made a gesture of undressing: "There are only two people in the box, you don't feel too nervous."

The young man's back was bulging like a pillow was tied, he took off his coat without saying a word, and spread out his originally restrained wings vigorously.After confirming that the person in front of him had no intention of repenting at all, Warren said slowly, with a mocking and angry tone: "Can your old pocket watch tell the time accurately? Did you forget to wind it today? You know you How long have you been late?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be late. I won't next time." She looked serious, as if she really made any serious promises. If she hadn't said the same thing several times before, Warren would have believed it. !

"I've been late for an hour. I didn't expect you to keep me waiting for you for three or 10 minutes—what's the matter with me?" He picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip. If he didn't find something to divert his attention, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to help but fight her here.

"I'm going to Alaska." She didn't shirk, without a word of politeness: "I also want to go with my backpack."

"Alaska?" Warren paused, and he looked at the file with some disapproval: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, it hasn't been very peaceful there recently."

"I know." She nodded: "This is probably the penultimate time I've troubled you, don't worry, I'll have a good time with you when I come back."

"...Shut up." As if remembering some unbearable dark history, Warren's face became even more ugly, and he drank the coffee that hadn't had time to add sugar in one breath.The bitter taste made him frown, and when the burden on his taste buds eased, his brows relaxed a little.He spread his wings completely so that he could lean on the back of the chair: "I can send you there, and I hope you can keep your promise." He glanced at the file, then at her backpack, and finally returned to To her: "I'll wait for you at the fighting bar, come back and have a good time with me."

A rare smile appeared on File's face, and she also leaned back on the chair, half-closed her eyes: "Of course."

Her tone was even a little brisk:

"I hope this time, Master Worthington can stop calling me a slippery loach."

Her answer was a slightly annoyed growl:

"To shut up!"

The author has something to say: Grandpa has finally appeared!

However, the two of them didn't even make eye contact →_→

So now let's sort out the members of the heroine team:

File, File's neighbor Dr. Giant, File's younger brother and sister are fast and beautiful, File's vehicle is Angel Grand Master, and there is a glass of Coke (not)

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