[Comprehensive British and American] God's life is difficult and how to break it

After a whole night of fermentation, the external reaction to the leak of the FBI's top-secret documents became more and more enthusiastic, and mainstream TV stations followed up and reported.The anchors repeatedly mentioned the death toll, and the screen switched to the distraught parents and the students lying in the isolation ward waiting to die. Coupled with the sad music, it made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

The trending topics on Twitter are all contracted by the FBI and Rising Tide, but the evaluation is polarized. Angry netizens scolded the [-]th generation of the FBI’s ancestors, but the tweets related to Rising Tide are all praises .

Newbella liked watching the FBI deflate, but she didn't want to read the list of victimized students that appeared after the news.Those familiar names are like the smiling face of the clown, constantly reminding her: "You didn't catch Ares, you have no ability to defeat him, and he will kill more people."

Inhale inhale, stay calm.

One day, she will personally arrest Ares and bring him to justice.If the human prison can't hold him, send him to the dungeon of Asgard and teach him to feel the feeling of sitting and wearing in the prison.

The well-made-up anchor began to criticize the relevant|relevant|department|department|department for not doing well. Peter reached out to turn off the TV and turned on the music player.

"Huh? Why is it closed?" Newbella asked in surprise, "Don't you want to watch the FBI briefing?"

"It's boring, they don't dare to tell the truth." Peter pretended to turn down the volume, peeking at her expression from the corner of his eye.After Ares appeared, he was always worried that she would blame herself too much, which would cause negative emotions.

"Are you okay?" He couldn't help asking.

"Not bad." Newbella said calmly, "I'm thinking about where to hold Ares."

Very good very good.At least she stopped thinking about dying with Ares, Peter thought.

"Oh, Coulson's call." Newbella stood up the blinking screen to show him, then swiped to answer, "Good morning, my dear SO."

Coulson was talking on the phone, and nodded to Daisy to sit down casually: "I hope you are not affected by the outside news, Newbella. If possible, don't watch TV recently. The informant told me that in order to win Ratings, ready to drag [The Avengers] into the water."

"Bah!" Newbella spat disdainfully, "Shameless! Aren't the ratings of those tragic feature films high enough?"

"Desires can never be satisfied." Coulson said, "Daisy is next to me, do you want to say hello to her?"

As he spoke, he took the phone away from his ear, and Daisy, who was half a meter away from him, leaned over to the receiver and said cheerfully, "Hello, little guy!"

"Hi, Daisy!"

"We are going to visit Gemma in Stark Tower." Coulson put the phone to his ear again, "Are you there?"

"No, I'm on my way to Peter's house, and Aunt May invited me to lunch." Newbella felt very embarrassed, "Do you need me to go back?"

"No, no need." Coulson said, while Daisy smiled meaningfully, "I'll see you at the consultation meeting tomorrow."

Coulson was explaining security matters to Newbella. Daisy stood up and paced the room in idleness, fiddling with the cactus on the window sill for a while, and studying the "Captain America" ​​poster on the back of the office door for a while.

When she finished analyzing the changes in [Captain America's] uniform over the years and raised her head to ask Coulson some detailed questions, she happened to see Agent Hand rushing past the door.

Daisy narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at her tall and straight back.

"Don't you find it strange?" She asked Coulson, "Victoria Hand, the most stubborn person in the history of S.H.I.E.L.D., is she really going to let Newbella go?"

"What do you want to say?" Coulson came over, "I know you have a prejudice against her, but you can't..."

"I didn't say anything, I was just surprised." Daisy raised her hand innocently, "Hand is a good agent, she always finds out the truth at all costs."

"I've already given her the truth." Coulson said impatiently, "Newbella and Ares are not accomplices, she accepted."

"Really?" Daisy sneered, "You said the same thing to her back then, hoping she would believe me, but she didn't. She monitored my every move and questioned everything I said and everything I did. Ke Ersen, the way people act is hard to change."

Coulson sighed: "What did you hear again?"

"Obviously, the truth you gave didn't satisfy her." Daisy shrugged, "Don't ask me how I know."

Coulson was silent for a while, pacing up and down the room with his hips akimbo, and finally said: "Go check it out, check it deeper."

"I don't have permission." Daisy pointed to her badge, "I'm just a level five agent."

"I will try to help you get permission, emails, documents, phone records, everything." Coulson picked up the briefcase, "In addition, the Ministry of Science and Technology sent people to stay on the 49th floor of Stark Tower, maybe you The investigation can start from here."

"No problem." Daisy said coldly, "I like staying in Stark Tower the most."

The apartment where Peter and Aunt May live is always lively, and you can see all kinds of residents in the corridors: ballet girls, rock youths, blond women in wizard robes (she may turn into a cute girl at any time) cute Totoro), the blue-skinned Cree, and the mutant uncle with horns.

"Well, I know why you don't want to move." Newbella lightly stepped over a skateboard, "Because you and Aunt Mei are the most normal people in the whole apartment...human beings." At least the best-looking human beings.

Peter smiled helplessly, turned the key to open the door: "Aunt May, we are here."

"Okay! Come in first!" Aunt Mei's voice came from the kitchen, "There is freshly baked roselle red date walnut bread on the table!"

"We'll never touch it," whispered Peter. "Let's fake the bread to look like it's been eaten."

"Don't stop!" Newbella stopped him, "Pack it up, I'm going to take it back and distribute it to the members who haven't eaten."

Peter: "..." What kind of enmity?

Accompanied by a strangely fragrant smell of meat sauce, Aunt Mei with disheveled hair ran out holding a wooden spatula: "Baby Newbella, it's so nice to meet you!"

"Me too." Newbella hugged her, "The last time we met was at the beginning of September..."

"Well, in fact, I can see your photo every day." Aunt Mei glanced at her nephew with a smile, "Peter took your photo..."

"Aunt May!" Peter suddenly yelled, "You...your stove is left on!"

"Oh, oh, no, no!" Aunt Mei immediately left them behind and went back to the kitchen, "My Neapolitan sauce, I've been cooking it for a long time!"

"Hey, what photo?" Newbella shouted from behind, "Don't just say half of what you say, it's so annoying to tantalize people!"

"It's nothing, she's talking nonsense." Peter was flustered and didn't know how to put his hands, "Yes...it's a group photo when the school took us to Yellowstone Park for an outing, there were hundreds of people...she only recognizes you. "

"Oh." Newbella was inexplicably disappointed, and casually said, "I thought you posted my art photos on the ceiling."

Peter's palms were hot: "No, I'm not a pervert."

Weird.

After the outing, he obtained Newbella's personal electronic photo through some inexplicable means.The clarity is fantastic, the colors are saturated, and her expressions are extraordinarily vivid.

He acted very carefully, but Aunt May found out.This incident tells Peter that he must remember to set a password for the computer, and must remember to put the computer to sleep before going to the bathroom, otherwise...

"Do you want something to drink?" Peter forced himself to be calm, "I'll get it for you." He talked to Aunt Mei by the way.

"Anything is fine."

Peter told Newbella to wait for him in the living room, then ran to the kitchen, where Aunt May was cooking pasta.

"Why didn't you let me finish?" Aunt Mei glared at him, "What a great opportunity!"

"I...I beg you, I..." Peter said incoherently, "It's not the time...at least...at least it's not a good time."

"Oh, please! When's the right time?" Aunt Mei stirred the noodles in the pot depressedly, "It's the 21st century, and the idea of ​​having a crush has long been out of fashion!"

"I have to know if she likes me or not." Peter opened the refrigerator and saw the coconut juice that Newbella likes. "You must not interfere!"

"I don't want to interfere." Aunt Mei said angrily, "The crowd in the front row will see when you say it."

"I...I will tell. Later...later." Peter closed the door of the refrigerator and pressed Aunt May's cheek, "I love you!"

"I love you too." Aunt Mei said, "Even though you are so bad at expressing your feelings, you are still my dearest nephew."

Lunch was surprisingly good, Aunt May's spaghetti bolognese was so delicious that they would have thought it was takeaway if they hadn't seen her in the kitchen.

"Hmph, the neighbors have smelled it. If you don't believe me, you can ask." Aunt Mei said triumphantly, "Miss Wizard even asked me for the formula."

"Who the hell are you?" Peter pointed at Aunt May with a fork, "Give me back Aunt May."

"Stinky boy." Aunt Mei opened his hand, "I met a chef in the waiting hall, and his words... are very inspiring."

"Oh~~~~ Inspiring~~~~~" Newbella and Peter made strange noises at the same time, "Aunt Mei~~~~~~"

Aunt Mei blushed so much that she balled up the lunch paper in her hand and threw it at them: "Shut up!"

This is a beautiful and warm gathering, but there are always some strange non-creatures in the world who love to disturb others with all kinds of nonsense when they are immersed in a warm atmosphere.

When she saw the name "Lucifer. Morning Star①" flashing on the incoming call reminder, Newbella's mood was broken. If it wasn't for Aunt Mei, she might have smashed the phone.

Peter looked at her with infinite sympathy: "Good luck!"

"What's wrong with you?" She hid in the bathroom to answer the phone, "I told you in advance that [Avengers] doesn't care about housework!"

"I'm looking for you that has nothing to do with housework, you demigod brat." Lucifer was not serious, no, he didn't pass by, "I have an extremely important matter to ask for your help."

"Are you helping your wife choose a dress? No!" Newbella was still angry that he interrupted her lunch, "Why are you so free!"

"My God, what image do I have in your heart!" Lucifer complained, "This matter is very serious, and it concerns the survival of human beings!"

Newbella was very disgusted: "Hehe, you said the same thing when your house was hit by ants last year."

Lucifer Morningstar is the old neighbor of Stark's family in California, Tony's drinking and meat friend when he was young, and he is famous for his chatter and nonsense.He claims to be the son of God, the king of hell who is in charge of 3000 million souls in hell, but his combat effectiveness is extremely weak and he may die at any time.

"What's the matter with you?" Newbera was thinking about the pasta, wishing to gag him, "Don't tell me I'll hang up!"

"Someone stole my sword." Lucifer lowered his voice and paused every word, "That, that, sword."

Newbella's impatient expression froze in an instant: "The sword you mentioned...is that what I thought...that sword?"

"That's right." Lucifer said solemnly, "This is really about the survival of mankind, demigod brat."

The author has something to say: Daisy: Observing secretly~

Aunt Mei: Instant noodles with melon seeds and peanuts, give way!Give way!

I went out with my friends today, so the update is late~

①Lucifer. Morningstar: I have never read the original DC comics. This article uses the characters from the American drama "Lucifer" adapted from the comics~ Little angels who haven't seen it, don't worry, it won't affect you~