Grandpa Guang Weizheng[Comprehensive]

Three days after the trip to Alaska was scheduled, File returned to the shantytown with a backpack on his back.She counted the money she had left after buying intelligence equipment, necessary medicines, and extra hush money, and frowned, wondering if she should go to that Jones again to make her cry two more tears for myself.

"... Tsk, compared to that person's worth, that's not enough." She frowned.

Although the file has always been a lone ranger, she always felt that there was no problem with this, at least the problem would not be so big that she couldn't solve it, but the right trapezius muscle was inserted obliquely, and it almost penetrated her scapula from back to front. A penetrating scar is like a capitalized sarcasm, always reminding her of the price she has to pay for her arrogance.

Even though she knew that some people would rush over to form a team as long as she waved, she would rather be poked into a hedgehog alone than let those two children who were eager to wave by themselves join.

As for Warren, Master Worthington was so conscientious as a partner that he had almost given himself what he asked for--all rewards were "come back and have a good time".Sometimes this will make the file feel a little guilty or moved, and secretly set a requirement for himself not to disturb Master Worthington except in other aspects of transportation.

So, at this point, some "pay for it" guy is the first choice for a file.After all, it is only natural to collect money to work, and there is no complaint about casualties.

So she looked at her remaining half bag of money and covered her face in distress.

I'm out of money... Ask the other party if there is any consulting fee for the "file" and "Alaska" tasks in the near future, the queue jumping fee that may have to be paid, or the final commission... God, no matter how you calculate it, it's not enough...

The so-called superhero can't be defeated by a penny, she never thought of herself as a hero, so she combined her own advantages and began to secretly think about taking advantage of the good weather today, or go out and fight him first!

Then this idea was dispelled by his own speed of light.

She was able to commit more than a dozen murders and still wander outside freely, which is definitely inseparable from her cautious character.The mighty warrior who met today must not be taken lightly. This is not a good sign, and it is better to tighten his tail a little bit.

Putting aside the problem of not having enough money for the time being, she pulled up her purse, raised her head and looked at the huge map nailed to the wall.

The map is marked with pins, red lines criss-crossing, and many marked stickers and photos.Among the photos that appeared, except for the two people, all the rest of the photos were marked with a bright red X.Her gaze swept over one crossed photo after another, and finally landed on the photo pinned to the coordinates "Alaska".

As if she wanted to engrave this face deeply into her brain, she spread out her hands that were held in vain, and threw out the shark knife that appeared out of thin air. After a muffled sound, the blade had already sunk into the wall.

"Enjoy the last time." She lowered her eyes halfway, hooked her fingers and retracted the knife and put it away.

However, just before she finished installing, there was a knocking sound from the other end of her wall.

"...?" Next door is Banner, what's his business?She stood up and approached the wall, hesitating as if responding, and also knocked three times.

"Lydia, don't throw dangerous things around." Dr. Banner's voice still sounded gentle, but it's not hard to hear a little panic and fright: "You must know that our walls are very thin... The sofa is placed against the wall."

"...I'm really sorry that I will never do this again." She sincerely bowed her head to the wall.

After reviewing the clues roughly, and making sure there was no discrepancy between her mind and what she had recorded, she swiftly tore off all the red lines, photos, and post-it notes on the wall, and stuffed them together with the folded map into a shoebox inside.Then put your hands on both ends of the shoe box and slowly shorten its length, width and height. After the box is reduced to the size of your palm, remove the sofa and put it into a hidden compartment at the bottom of the sofa.

She sat on the sofa, took out the old pocket watch she was wearing next to her body and held it with both hands, closed her eyes and gently pressed her forehead.The pocket watch that was tainted with body temperature lost two parts of the coldness unique to metal. The smooth surface is completely different from the somewhat rough palm of the past, but it can give people the illusion of being comforted.

This is a necessary step before every expedition.When the pocket watch touches the forehead, whether it is Lydia or the file, it seems that they can get deep peace in the soul.In the darkness, she seemed to feel that everything was back to the beginning, back to the snowy night in Alaska, back to the time when the bright and sunny man took this pocket watch out of his pocket as if offering a treasure.

"Look, Lily, this is what Dad picked up from the antique market, isn't it pretty?"

"Not good-looking? How could it be! Dad's aesthetics are absolutely fine!"

"But this is a birthday present for you, what if you don't like it..."

Everything goes back to that period of time that people can't take their eyes off.

She is like a third perspective, but also like a first perspective.

She saw herself taking the pocket watch with a smile: "Thank you Dad, I like it very much."

The pocket watch was put into the little girl's pocket, and the big girl opened her eyes at the same time.The stimulation of the light made her squint her eyes. She glanced at the hour and minute hands of the old pocket watch and put it in her pocket.

"I hope he can give me a discount because of how many times we have cooperated." Before going out, she thought: "After all, we haven't known each other for a day or two...Maybe he will help me?"

At two o'clock in the morning, good girls should go to bed.At this time, File, who thought Deadpool would help based on the friendship between the two, felt that his face was being slapped by the other party.

In the dimly lit and noisy ballroom where the brain is about to explode, the rotating glass ball casts countless colorful light spots.There is a circle of sofas around the dance floor, there is a small gap between the sofas, and two pots of plants are placed as divisions.And File, which occupies a small space, looks indifferently at this Deadpool in a red bodysuit, wearing a hood, leaning on the sofa in the ballroom with his feet on the table, and feels that besides the pain in his face, Nothing can survive.

"Impossible, impossible, hey my sweetheart, you are so silly and cute, how could you think that I would do such a thing that hurts money for the sake of feelings? If you are a girl with big breasts, the two of us might have sex It's possible, but you look so naive looking at you now."

His voice seemed to have a mocking effect, and the white eyepiece on the headgear also changed in size and size as if to match.Deadpool waved his hand while propping his head with the other hand and said in a cheerful tone: "To be honest, sweetheart, brother is actually very busy with taking it every day. If you didn't look like you don't look like the brother in our comics Maybe they won't even talk to you—oh maybe, maybe, good Deadpool doesn't lie."

No matter what he said, the file felt that the three large characters of "Dasha fork" could be seen in bright red when the surface layer was torn off.This man has been talking crazy since the first time we worked together, and the file was almost broken when he was still a child.When she finally killed the target with the file, she did not hesitate to put it on, "Oh sweetheart, the way you kicked your legs is so beautiful. The way you chopped off your head just now reminded me of the Queen of Hearts. If you were not a minor, I would Missing you right now [beep]" Deadpool moved a kilometer away.

If it weren't for the fact that he was so cheap that people wanted to sew this fatal point on him, Deadpool's excellent skills, rich experience and unpredictable back moves would definitely push his worth to a higher peak .

File frowned, and finally, as if she had finally made a difficult decision, she took out a roll of money: "Deposit, book your next week."

"Oh, are you fascinated by brother? After all, everyone loves cheap, but girl, have you forgotten that you are still a minor—and you want to buy brother for a roll of money, aren't you too sweetheart? "

The file smashed another roll with a blank expression.

Deadpool was unmoved.

Another roll.

Another roll.

"You can," her plain words made people feel the gnashing of teeth for no reason: "The last volume, do you want to do it or not."

She threw out another roll.

"Hehe, do you think brother is the kind of person who bends his waist for five rolls of money?" He sat upright slowly while talking, and slowly stuffed the rolls of money into his neckline and said, "Don't say, Brother really is."

He stood up, and there were five obvious bulges on the chest of the tights. He twisted his waist left and right, and finally picked up the double knives that he had put down at first and put them back on his back: "Hey sweetheart, the way you throw money is really scary." I am fascinated, although you gave less money, but the friendship between the two of us is enough to tell you two things for free."

He slowly approached, and kept approaching until there was not enough to put a finger between the tips of their noses.The white eyepiece shrank, and he complained to the little girl as if he was very disappointed with the indifferent reaction of the file, and said reluctantly: "Your goal is also to hire people and the pay is good, if it wasn't for my brother who happened to have a little money on hand at that time. Things didn't catch up with that trip, it should be brother's double swords who are talking to you now."

"I almost expected it." She nodded, "What about the second one?"

"The second thing?" He paused.

He turned his head and looked at the file very seriously.Today, File specially changed his clothes in order not to look like a target in the noisy and magical dance hall.

A black tube top, an open army green short vest, slender pencil pants and short boots perfectly show her long legs, her messy hair is matched with a decadent and slightly bloody aura, even though they are all cheap street goods, If you look carefully, you can still see the threads on the clothes, but I have to say that it really looks like that.

It wasn't until the file kicked his calf impatiently that he staggered back to his senses.

The file urged impatiently: "The second thing, what."

"Honey, you have to be mentally prepared for the second one, because it's more serious than the first one."

His tone was so solemn that the file even straightened his back unconsciously: "Say it."

"That is—" he said in a sad tone: "Don't tie your breasts anymore, dear sweetheart, drink more papaya milk. You are only two years away from the goddess of the whole people and a pair of breasts away!"

The file was out of breath, gnashing his teeth against the wall and gasping for breath: "That guy... I better not let me see him again..."

In the end, she chased out of the ballroom and almost took out the wooden warehouse, but she didn't kill the dead waiter who ran while talking.Finally, watching the other party blow a kiss and step on the motorcycle, shouting "Long live papaya milk" and walking away, she suddenly had the urge to chop off his head now to see if he was still alive.

She leaned against the wall and slowed down a little, then gathered her clothes and walked towards a fighting bar with some annoyance.

Deadpool is still righteous, even with that old fritter, it is impossible not to see that she can't afford the money to hire him now, but he is willing to spare a few days for her to earn, which is already a surprise for the file .Although she originally planned to recharge her energy for these two days and then leave directly on the third day, she didn't expect that she would continue to make money for two days in a row.

Oh my god, it hurts just to think about it.

The file was so sad that a reminder sounded in his ear, and he didn't react for a long time.

"Hey, miss, you can't go any further."

She took two more steps before stopping as if waking up from a dream.Looking around, she didn't find any living creatures that could give a reminder, so she continued to walk forward.

"Hey, I said," she felt someone tap her on the shoulder, and turned to find that it was a... red 丨 grid stockings hanging upside down.The red 丨 grid stockings are like a spider. He grabbed his own spider silk with one hand, and raised a finger with the other hand: "It's time to go home. You should still be a student. Come on!" Going forward is the red light district."

It turned out to be Spider-Man.

"No, I'm going to make money." She patted Spider-Man's arm: "Don't worry, I won't meet any dangerous good neighbors, I will go back after work." She was about to leave, and it seemed Turning around as if remembering something, he added: "Also, I'm not a student."

Then, regardless of the hesitant Spider-Man, he walked straight forward.

"Today! Welcome our hero! File!" The host shouted hoarsely on the noisy microphone, but his voice was quickly overwhelmed by the crowd's cheers and shouts for the file, so he could only Even more hoarse: "Look! Small but powerful! Beautiful and dangerous! He is! File!"

Wearing a male and female file like a sackcloth bag, he slowly walked into the iron cage, put on his gloves and looked at the big guy who was waiting inside, which seemed to be able to hold up to ten of himself.

"I need money." Her voice was low, as if she was holding a mouthful of old phlegm after a long illness: "Excuse me, I will read the Bible to you."

After two hours, the file passed a total of six challengers.Checking her reward, she was about to leave after confirming that it was correct, then she grabbed her bag and started running towards the back door.

because she heard:

"The note is here, run!"

The author has something to say: Deadpool: Come on sweetheart, I believe that after you have breasts as beautiful as your legs, you will definitely become the target of countless people [beep]

Spider-Man: Now I don't understand what young people are thinking... Tired

File: Damn, can you just wait over here!I was trying to bargain to see if I could make more money!

Note: ...what am I missing?