[Zhongyingmei] How difficult is it to become a reliable adult

The four of them gathered in the middle of the road, staring at the empty asphalt road, hoping that it would help them bring out Tim with his eyes closed in the next second.

The asphalt road is unwilling to meet their unreasonable needs. Its dedication to its duties as a road is obviously beyond the scope of its capabilities.

Jason wiped his face, "I'm pretending that I never came out with you, is there time?"

Ai Puli once again showed her thinking ability and calmness that did not match her age. She took out her mobile phone and clicked a photo of the other three people present and the messy road.

The little girl calmly said, "It's too late now."

Jason was rather regretful, "You are so cruel."

He looked at the stunned agent duo, "Do you have any good tracking methods, so that we can rescue the little capitalist before he is hung on the street lamp?"

Johnny opened the left pocket of the suit, which contained the admission card for the lecture, with a built-in locator, in his pocket.

He opened the right pocket again, inside was the hotel room card for the three of them, which also had a built-in location, still in his pocket.

He looked at Buff, and Buff looked at him, and the two nodded heavily, turning to look at Jason together.

Jason: "..."

Jason: "Okay, I understand what you mean."

He suddenly had a bad premonition, and Jason didn't know that the same feeling had emerged in Tim's heart.Bodyguard is an inappropriate word to describe his trip.

I'm afraid a nanny would be more suitable.

He wiped the sweat off his chin, "Go and contact your boss, let me see if I can find the trace left by Tim."

Aprile blinked her innocent blue eyes, and she held up her hand, motioning for Jason to look at her empty wrist.

"I have a way." She said calmly.

At the same time, Tim became vaguely conscious.

The muscle relaxants were still kicking in and he couldn't move a finger.Fortunately, perception and hearing were not affected.

The person talking beside him does not belong to any of the agents, and Jason and April are not beside him.

Then there is only one possibility, Jason, this useless guy, really failed to keep himself, and let his employer be sacked and taken away within an hour of his arrival on British soil.

Fated.

Tim was lying peacefully in the back of the van, and the kidnappers even covered him with a sack to keep Tim warm in the cold winter.

There was something on his side, and Tim couldn't move it. After feeling it carefully for a while, he realized that it was the cat's head positioning bracelet that April had been wearing on his wrist.

This bracelet has been refitted many times with the number of kidnappings of Ai Puli, and the positioning technology has been upgraded from generation to generation.Tim can say that there is no more advanced positioning device in the world.

Even if it is a universal belt, it can be imagined that it is a hand and foot made by Ai Puli.Three adults are not as reliable as a six-year-old child.

So be it.There was nothing in Tim's heart.He is going to sleep, they should find a way to find him.

The genius Red Robin didn't struggle at all, and simply fell asleep.

Johnny held the phone and walked up and down the road.His expression kept changing with the information on the other end of the phone, as if he was participating in some kind of stop-frame painting exhibition.

Ai Puli sat on the side of the road, thinking deeply, for fear that her father would find out that she had lost her third uncle.

Her autoresponder will lovingly deal with her separation-anxious guardian for the owner.Ai Puli thought hard, planning to think of a way to put the blame on Jason.

Unknowingly, Jason, who was pushed up by his little niece to take the blame, didn't know anything. He found Tim's discarded wrist computer in the grass beside the road.

Luckily the bracelet that April had stuffed into Tim's pocket didn't get thrown out.His captors probably thought it was just some little girl's jewelry.

The news Johnny brings is worse than they expected.

His boss just sent a notice that apart from Tim, other foreign guests who attended the presentation were also kidnapped.Among nearly twenty foreign guests, only three arrived at the hotel safely under the protection of special agents.

And the organization that kidnapped those guests made a request.

They demanded that superheroes quit the UK and never interfere in British affairs.

Jason raised his hands and sneered, "I mean, I thought there were no superheroes in Britain."

The Bat Heroes alone has three members in England, the Knight, the Squire and the Forester.

The old man is like planting flowers everywhere, recruiting members from all over the world.Not to mention Britain, even Congo and Australia have guys with bat logos.

There is also a guy named Captain Britain in the UK who has something to do with the Avengers—please, can these superheroes be a little creative when they come up with code names, at least they don’t look like they were wholesaled from the same factory.

The appeal of this organization is nothing short of whimsical in today's world where the superhero phenomenon is globalized.

While saying these words, he glanced at his phone again, and the red dot representing the cat's head bracelet appeared and disappeared, which proved that the signal was not stable.

Jason flicked his tongue, "Let's go, get Tim back before he wakes up, so we can cover up the fact that he was lost."

Aprile asked earnestly, "How do we get out of here?"

They were surrounded by flaming French cars, dilapidated Rolls-Royce Phantom, empty roads and bombed billboards not far away.

April asked innocently, "Shall we take a taxi?"

Half an hour later, a Rolls-Royce Phantom without doors and roof stopped on the side of the road accompanied by puffs of black smoke.

Without the barrier of the car door, Johnny, who was supposed to be sitting by the car window, took out the money from his pocket and handed it to the hawker at the roadside stall, "Two hot dogs, one spicy and the other not spicy, and two boxes of fish and chips .”

April sat between Jason and Johnny, enjoying the cold British wind.

"I also want a cup of hot milk, thank you." The little girl who had seen the world said calmly.

Inside the Rolls-Royce that turned into a roadster, the four of them met head to head, looking at the map of London they had just bought.

While biting a hot dog, Jason punctuated according to the location of the cat's head bracelet, "They went all the way to the Thames River, what are they going to do, sink the capitalists?"

Ai Puli ate her share of hot dogs that were not spicy, and drank a sip of milk from time to time, "It doesn't have to be Shen He, it may be to hang them on the London Eye, so that everyone has a chance to be on the top. "

Jason looked at Johnny who was eating french fries, "Didn't your MI[-] do anything?"

He looked around, "Let us, a ragtag team, drive a ragtag luxury car and save the world while eating french fries?"

Johnny cleared his throat seriously, "In fact, we have hired the most famous detective in the whole of Britain to solve this incident."

"Oh?" Jason raised his eyebrows, "Then what is the detective doing?"

At 221 Baker Street, London, a cold fish and chips is on the table in the living room.The tenant of the room sat in a rocking chair by the dining table, covering his face with a newspaper.

Johnny glanced at the phone, "The detective is eating fish and chips."

The fact that the detective was eating was really a slander from the secret agent, and the box of food on the dining table had not been touched by anyone.

The detective lying back in the rocking chair was dangling back and forth in the rocking chair. With the shaking of the rocking chair, the newspaper covering his face slid down, revealing a pair of gray eyes.

Gray eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, as if there was an answer to the question there.

The detective murmured, "Live broadcast."

His assistant Watson didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"Live broadcast." The detective sat up abruptly, "They need something to show off, to express their demands to the British government and superheroes."

"Deterrence." The detective rushed down from the rocking chair and moved quickly to the computer. "The faceless hostage is just fried fish with a few chips."

"Maybe they will send a letter to SI[-]," Johnny said mysteriously, "a bloody letter with an unlucky little finger inside. Whoever opens the letter will be shocked, and the bloody little finger will be Falling out of the bloody envelope."

Ai Puli was stunned for a while, and her eyes widened, "What if it's not sending a letter?"

"It may also be a human.body.bomb.bomb," Johnny said deeply. "A mysterious man in a coat walked into SI:[-] where people come and go."

Ai Puli wondered, "Why can anyone just walk into SI[-], don't they conduct security checks?"

"Uh," Johnny got stuck and quickly skipped the topic, "maybe it's because of something he did, anyway, he walked into SI:[-]."

Johnny put on a show, "Until someone recognized him as one of the hostages, the hostages suddenly lifted their coats, and under the clothes was a powerful bomb!"

Ai Puli shook, "Really?" The little girl asked anxiously, "Is Tim in danger, let's go and save him!"

Jason leaned against the only remaining driver's window of the Rolls-Royce, and tucked in the last bite of hot dog, "Don't worry, little princess."

There happened to be a large advertising screen behind where they parked, and a live broadcast was inserted between the original advertisements and news.

The live broadcast screen is exactly the kidnapped guests at the lecture, and Tim is on the center grid.

Jason squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and found that the hostage had a ruddy complexion and slightly parted lips. Maybe the live radio could be better and he could hear subtle snores.

He was obviously tied to a chair with his hands and feet tied up, but he slept so comfortably and comfortably, making Jason feel that they were interrupting the president's rare vacation in his busy schedule.

Jason took out his phone, took a lot of photos and sent them to the family group.

I hope that members of the Bat Heroes can appreciate Red Robin's heroic posture without fear of suffering and danger. This is enough to leave a picture of singing and singing.

Jason glanced at the live broadcast on the big screen and said, "Don't worry, he slept soundly."