Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

Why did things turn out like this? I was holding an intercom in a sluggish manner, and with the other hand, I walked into his office with the bursting coffee that my boss wanted, with sugar and milk added.

And I did predict a little earlier, when I returned to Stark Industries New York branch, my boss's meeting was not over yet.

I put the plastic cup of coffee on my boss's desk, and then sat down on the sofa beside me with my own coffee, playing the scene just now on a loop in my mind.

When that man approached me, I felt like I became the prettiest kid in the entire cafe instantly, and almost half of the girls were all staring at me.But when my sight swept over, he quickly moved away.

And I myself—as I who have enjoyed the scenery for about ten minutes—have no idea of ​​the reason why the other party came to me.

In the first 20 years of my life, except for a few juniors, I have never met such a beautiful person, let alone know why the other party came to me.

What's more, the name he used was Roxy Vasquez.

I don't know if it was to prevent us from being watched by my real name in public, or because he really came to find someone based on this name.

The man just now was named Shimada Hanzo, and he was entrusted by my former kickboxing coach Old Jack.It is said to be one of the non-staff members of their organization, as for the reason for appearing here.

"Shimada is a fighting master who is more proficient in melee combat and fighting than me. He will teach you in the future-don't make excuses with me."

Shimada Hanzo in front of me was very knowledgeable and directly handed me the dialed phone number, obviously not thinking of explaining himself.

And when I answered the phone, the old Jack on the other end of the phone said to me very consciously.

"No, I didn't say I would..."

"That's it, train well." Old Jack seemed very busy, and didn't even give me time to defend himself. I let Old Jack hang up the phone in a daze, and then Hanzo put the internal communicator on the table.It disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

And like a fool, I don't understand anything.

What is the free kickboxing coach I found?

No, my hand injury is not healed now, even if I have a coach, I won't be able to play... Wait, maybe old Jack didn't actually want me to play at all?

I was a little confused, but a message was sent from the communicator. The message looked very concise.

The communicator in my hand looks not much different from the latest touch-screen mobile phone. When I click on the communication bar, I see a black profile picture with the name of "Hanzo" simply emblazoned on it: "Tonight on [-] Come to this place."

Then an address was attached to the back of the message, and just as I was about to take a closer look, the door of the office was pushed open.

"It's over...Is that my coffee?" My boss walked in from the door, I hurriedly stuffed the communicator in my hand into my pocket, and then replied: "Add sugar, milk and ice, The one I love the most."

"Not bad..." Tony threw himself on the office chair, and spread it out into a piece of pie.

Then I lazily picked up the coffee cup that had been padded with paper towels to prevent the water from dripping everywhere due to the melting of the ice cubes, and seemed to take a sip happily: "What did you do just now?"

"There's a coffee shop across the street. I heard that the reviews are pretty good." I wondered if I should tell my boss about Hanzo. First of all, although my boss and I still have a relationship with fans and idols, we don't seem to know each other very well.

Secondly, it seems that there is no need to talk about public or private matters.So after a few seconds of hesitation, I left it out.

"The donuts there are really good, bring me two next time I go." My boss didn't pay attention to my unfinished remarks.

I frowned and said in a low voice: "But Miss Pepper said that your sugar content has exceeded the limit this month. In fact, even that cup of coffee..."

"I'm the one who pays you, Miss Wayne." My boss blinked his caramel-filled eyes, looking damn cute.

Woohoo, I want to report someone here to use her beauty to commit murder.

After becoming my boss's assistant, I realized that Tony Stark, who was a playboy on the surface and always gave the impression of being immature despite being a genius, was actually very busy.

Except for the work of the Avengers, I almost spend all my time in the studio when I have nothing to do. During the period, I even ran out to hold meetings or video conferences with Stark Industries' high-level executives like this.

I hardly ever see my boss idle, so in contrast, I don't have much work.

And as a temporary assistant, the little assistant naturally doesn't have any documents to deal with, and his daily life is to buy things for my boss, tidy up the studio messed up by Tony and so on.Although it's only been two days, the work is actually very leisurely.

Like right now, my boss waved me off after he took the coffee and told me to go straight to get off work.

Is this the fairy boss?Is it a reward for me being honed by Big John for the past three years?

I've never been given paid leave by my boss for less than half a day at work.Even during the two days of working hours, I cooked a meal and ran two errands - one of which was to buy coffee for work money, which is not strictly speaking errands.

I said goodbye to my boss happily. Although the branch here is also located in the New York City area, it is farther away. I had never been here when I was in college.

Even the coffee shop across the street was checked on yelp when I came to the company with Tony in the car today.

Before I left, my boss seemed to be frowning and staring at the tablet I put on his desk, looking very distressed, but waited until I opened the door before reaching out and pressing the call button. who.

I always feel that it is not the work of Stark Industries, so it is the work of the Avengers, right?

The Indian food opposite the coffee shop today looks very good, and I can vaguely smell enough spicy fragrance when walking on the street, but it’s not time for meal yet, so I decided to take a stroll around here and wait until dinner I'll talk about it later.

And think a little bit about what old Jack sent Mr. Shimada Hanzo over for.

There are many pedestrians on the street. Even during the current working hours, there are still many passers-by in a hurry walking on the sidewalk, and the driveway is also full of traffic.

However, just as I was about to turn into a bookstore to see if I could buy some new novels for my spiritual friend, the literary boy second brother, a strange voice came faintly from the side alley.

It's like the sound that Farrell once offended the local kid because of his bravery, and then he was beaten with a sap.

I blinked, and after hesitating for two seconds, I still gritted my teeth, took out my phone and called my dad, and stood by the side of the alley as if nothing happened.

Should I call my boss first? After all, my dad may not have come back from an alien planet at all. Even if he does, he may stay in Gotham. The day lily may be cold when he comes here.

However, in less than half a minute, there was no sound in the alley. I clenched my phone, dialed the phone, and walked towards the inside of the alley. I took out today’s coffee bag from my bag. Make yourself look like you're going to throw out the trash.

Don't pay attention to me, don't pay attention to me.

In order not to be too obvious, I pressed the dial button and put the phone in my pocket, while turning the microphone volume to the lowest level, so that my boss's voice would not attract the attention of anyone inside.

Hope it's just my hallucination, everything is not asked here?

Walking into the alley, I stared blankly at the scene in front of me. For a moment, I wondered if I had gone to the wrong set. A transparent figure stood in the alley, and in front of me was a strong man who was foaming at the mouth. It looks like a ghost movie.

The transparent person narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in my direction. I took two steps back unexpectedly, but realized in an instant that I had definitely done something wrong.

"Wait, can you see me?" The brown-haired man took two steps forward abruptly.

Then turned slightly to look at the lying figure on the ground: "Wait, things are not what you think!"

I super, you mean.

Are you not a ghost, or did you not do this man who is foaming at the mouth?

Help, I'm clearly on a superhero set, not a ghost set!

I took two steps back abruptly, shaking my hands slightly, and then reached out and grasped the small silver cross hanging around my neck: "You, you, you, don't come over—"

Fortunately, that ghost really didn't seem to want to hurt me. After hearing my voice, he stopped his footsteps, looking very distressed, and even the slight bit of anger on his body disappeared without a trace. , I heard him helplessly say: "I came here only when I heard the sound of this man falling here...Why can you see me?"

How do I know why I can go to hell?Should I go to church?Can God exorcise ghosts?

Just as I was thinking wildly, a voice suddenly appeared above my head: "Please tell me that you didn't call me because you beat this man. If so, you should contact your father's lawyer, Miss Wayne."

Super, my phone!

I frantically took out the phone, and at the same time, a golden-red mecha fell in front of me. It was very different from the appearance, it didn't look heavy at all when it landed.

That is, he landed directly on that ghost, as if he stomped on him from head to toe, and I felt that I was definitely staring at him with a complicated expression at the moment.

Because when my old version of the visor was pulled down to reveal the whole face, I looked very puzzled: "Why are you looking at me like this? I have flowers on my face?"

You have a ghost inside you.

I don't know what to say, so I can tell this matter tactfully.So Zhang Zhang closed his mouth several times, but he didn't say anything.

In the end I could only choke out one sentence.

"That, that is, Mr. Stark—there is someone in your place."