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

Tony hung up the phone, packed up his things and was ready to go, but Saul strongly asked to go with him: "Don't worry my dear friend, I won't stop you from fighting with Fury. I mean, I'm brave and good at fighting." Vikings! Remember why my father sent me down to earth? Recklessness and war!"

He slapped Tony on the shoulder, causing him to stagger: "Although I have changed my past and am no longer fanatical about war, I will never get tired of watching my friends fight! Take me, my dear friend." !"

Tony thought for five seconds: "Okay, let's go!" We're going to fight anyway, wouldn't it be better to bring more brothers?

"Let's go to Coulson first, he is our ally." Tony said to Saul, "Listen my dear friend, before Fury and I completely tear ourselves apart, we have to behave properly, we can't Give S.H.I.E.L.D. a chance to bite back."

"My dear friend, how do you... do things in a proper manner?" Sol raised the Meow Hammer suspiciously, "Does breaking a window count?"

"No no, that's going to get us in big | trouble," Tony said, "You just do what I do, remember to keep calm and don't lose your temper, and when we see Fury safely-"

"Snarl at him again, tear him apart, and finally take away his blindfold." Sol wittily blinked his right eye at Tony, "Dear friend, I understand!"

"You just need to understand." Tony imagined the scene where Sol snatched Fury's blindfold and Fury knelt on the ground and begged. The more he thought about it, the more exciting he felt, "My dear friend, it's a wise choice to bring you!"

Thor grinned proudly: "I am Asgard—"

Tony: "Speak human!"

"I am the noble eldest prince of Asgard." Thor changed his words quickly, "There is nothing I can't handle."

"Yes, Your Royal Highness is omnipotent, now please remove your hips from the chair, then take your legs, and follow me to the garage." Tony urged repeatedly, "Damn it, after becoming a father, I will Why is your temper getting better and better?"

"It must be because Newbella is too naughty," Saul said as he walked, "so it wears out your temper."

"No." Tony flatly denied, "New Bella is the most obedient, cutest, kindest and caring daughter in the world, and you and Rocky are the brats."

"Hmph." Sol slammed his fist on the elevator button, "You're a dad filter, you can't count—wait a minute, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Look, it's a standard brat configuration. You don't get rid of your hands at home, but you have a lot of shit when you go out." Tony pressed the button on the 49th floor speechlessly, "Please show me your lightning speed, we're in a hurry."

Saul left in a flash, and Tony took out his mobile phone and admired the photos of Newbella and Pepper in the album.

Among the hundreds of photos, except for the ones taken by the family photographer, he let Jarvis steal the rest from Gossip Entertainment Network, because Newbella didn't like posting selfies on the Internet, and he didn't have the guts to crack her database.

"Actually, she may not be able to find out. I can hide my tracks." Tony muttered while flipping through the photo album, "No, no, this is an invasion of the child's privacy. As a good father in the new century, I can't do this."

"Tony!" Sol suddenly yelled at him across the corridor, "Come here and see what this is!"

"My God! Do you want me to help you analyze the color of your urine?" Tony reluctantly moved his eyes away and raised his voice, "I'm not a urologist!"

"What are you talking about?" Sol's voice was like thunder, shaking the floor and the elevator, "I'm talking about the roll holder!"

"The roll holder? If the roll holder is broken, it's under the control of the logistics department!" Tony trotted over impatiently, "I'm just the mascot of the group!"

"Is there a telephone set behind the roll holders in your group as standard?" Saul asked him, pointing to the hole in the wall, "Although I am not familiar with the earth's culture, I am not stupid."

"Of course you're not stupid, my dear friend, you're so smart." Tony stared straight at the wall, "This is an encrypted line with a complete fingerprint recognition system. If I remember correctly, Pei and I Pope didn't give S.H.I.E.L.D. permission to install this thing in the mansion."

"What do you mean?" Saul frowned, "My dear friend, can you speak human language?"

"Wait a minute, let me confirm." Tony took out his mobile phone and entered Friday's operation interface, "Friday, scan the fingerprints left on the fingerprint recognition system and cross-check with SHIELD's fingerprint database."

"receive."

The indicator light kept flashing, and after about three or four minutes, Friday sent the information of the two agents to Tony, who glanced at him casually, and suddenly showed ecstasy.

"I caught them, and I have evidence." Tony's voice trembled with excitement, "Friday, try to crack this encrypted circuit, I want to know who is behind it."

Newbella studied the weather outside the window for a few minutes, and decided not to go to the beach to enjoy the breeze, but it was boring to stay in the room all the time. Her hands and feet were inconvenient, so she couldn't play any indoor games.

"Let me help you fill out the application form!" Peter suggested excitedly. Natasha had just taught him how to secretly understand Newbella's preferences. "You tell me, I'll type."

"Well, are you sure? Filling out the application form won't be boring?" Newbella asked, "Peter, you don't have to keep watch over me, you can go out—"

"No, it's okay, I like it!" Peter was very determined. "Come on, let's get started—names?"

"Are you kidding me?" Newbella scratched the wound on her shoulder, her arms and fingers had regained function, "No middle name, thank you."

"Don't scratch, or the wound will open again." Peter typed quickly, "Nu-be-la-s-t-k, done. Birthday?"

"I'm itching!" Newbella pouted, "Birthday, September No. 17, Virgo, do the math yourself."

Virgo, thought Peter?Virgo?Which is the speed dating zodiac sign for Virgo?Forget it, go back and check again.

"Home address, I know; parents' names and contact information, I know; email address, I know; nationality... how do I fill in this?" Peter raised his head and asked her, "Which country are you from?"

"Well, Agent Hill prepared an American passport for me, and the nationality filled in the personal information of Midtown High School is also American." Newbella instructed him, "Fill in Greece for the country of birth, remember to fill in Coulson's for the backup phone number, and other You know all about it."

"Okay, the basic information is finished, and now we are entering the difficult part." Peter moved his fingers, "Why do you want to apply for this school, why do you want to apply for this major, what do you want to get through professional learning, what do you want to learn from the school and What did you get from the teacher... There are at least [-] similar questions, and I have to write a self-introduction of no less than [-] words."

Newbera was silent, and asked him: "Which school did you apply for? Let me copy your information."

"I applied to Caltech, and there are several other safety schools, most of which are more research-oriented." Peter didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How can I copy this!"

"But I can't figure it out. I'm still undecided about my major choice!" Newbera said frantically, "How many days are left? Can you write the part about me defeating Ares in my self-introduction?"

"Calm down, calm down." Peter hurriedly said, "Otherwise, let's take a break? I just discovered a fun treasure hunting game, but it requires two people to cooperate... Would you like to be my partner?"

"Just don't ask me to write a self-introduction, I can do anything you want," Newbella said. "Sign up?"

"I want it, but there are many problems, and it involves personal privacy." Peter turned the computer to her, "Because... because the game will be assigned according to the player's hobbies... map and game difficulty. If you don't want to... "

"It's okay." Newbella said cheerfully, "Sit next to me, I can't read clearly."

"Oh, okay." Peter moved the computer desk over, secretly praying that Natasha's temporary game page would not get stuck.

That's right, the application form and everything are supporting roles, and the real protagonist is the "treasure hunt".

"Do you think Peter can handle it?" Daisy asked Natasha in a secret laboratory, "Will you not lose the chain in the middle?"

"No, he can handle it. Because Peter is deeply aware that if he doesn't take action, he will be doomed." Natasha stared at the screen, "Oh, they're online, registration has started. Anyway, you designed Is the game reliable?"

"This is my graduation project, how could it be unreliable?" Daisy rolled her eyes, "There are only five players in the world, my tutor, me, you, Peter, and Newbella, a limited edition collection."

"My honor." Natasha laughed, "I hope they can become the first couple in the game."

The author has something to say: Treasure Hunting Game: Hello everyone, I am Treasure Hunting Game, and I am good at assisting boys and girls who are secretly in love with each other. I hope everyone can light up for me~

The scene instantly lit up like a sea of ​​lights.