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

Probably they parked by the Chinese restaurant for too long, did not get out of the car to order food, and the car did not have a license plate, which aroused the suspicion of the restaurant owner.The tall, thin, middle-aged man pushed open the door and came over, politely knocked on the window, and signaled Newbella to close the window.

"I'll deal with him. You cover your stomach and pretend your legs hurt... No, your stomach hurts." Newbella hurriedly covered Peter's face with a T-shirt, and lowered the car window, "Hi, is there anything I can help you with?"

The owner of the restaurant glanced into the car through the dim street lights, and Peter hummed exaggeratedly: "Ah, my stomach! Haven't you found your way to the hospital yet?"

"Be patient dear, I haven't figured out how to use the navigation of the new car yet." Newbera smiled at the boss apologetically, "Did I disturb your business? I'm really sorry, we'll leave right away."

"Are you going to the hospital? There is one nearby. You drive along the avenue to the first red light, turn right and then left." The boss said enthusiastically, "May I ask, Miss, your car Why don't you have a license plate?"

"It's a long story, but thank you anyway, I'll do it tomorrow." Newbera ended the conversation wittily, and quickly lit the fire and left the office building of the FBI's New York branch.

"Did I tell you that the shops near the FBI office building have their agents." Peter hummed under his T-shirt. "The plan has changed. We have to drive the car back to the 4S shop."

"Wouldn't it be better to find a remote place to dump the car? Isn't the car equipped with a positioning device? What time is it?" Newbella checked the map, trying to find a perfect place to dump the car.

"Well, it's 7 minutes before 09:30. Dumping the car into the wilderness? This is not very good..."

"I will call the police for them, don't worry." Newbera found an unfinished building, "The car is parked on the first floor, and we will gather on the top floor."

Peter wanted to say something else, but the text message rang at the right time: "It's your dad, asking where we are, how should I reply?"

"Ignore him, let's hurry up." Newbella pulled out an ugly baseball cap and put it on, "Damn it, it can't cover your face." She looked around and saw Peter's T-shirt, "This is good. "

Peter wanted to stop it in a panic: "Don't, don't...don't use this, the taste is not very ideal..."

"Oh, I don't dislike you, what else is there to be shy about? Well, everything is ready, what is the next step?"

Peter was terribly embarrassed. Like all boys, he didn't have the habit of changing clothes every day. That T-shirt was worn from Wednesday to Friday, and it smelled so "wonderful".I hope that Newbella's god-level sense of smell can filter out the smell of sweat...

"Hmm... right time?" Peter tried his best to recall the itinerary when he was on a mission with other members, "Also, test whether the communicator and the communication channel are unblocked."

Newbella pulled out his cell phone. "That's all I have. Agent Simon says my in-ear communicator isn't ready yet because my DNA is having a hard time matching sensory neurosilicon."

"No... no communicator? We can't rely on tacit understanding, can we?" Peter went crazy, and he was sure that bringing out Newbella who was not well trained was an epic mistake, as if he could see Mr. Stark's Iron fists are coming at him...

"Calm down, your plan is perfect, and the mere communicator is not an obstacle." Newbella reassured him, "Now at 28:[-], shall we meet on the top floor at [-]:[-]?"

The night was getting darker, but there were not fewer people in the office building. Most of them worked overtime voluntarily—the case at hand would never be finished.

Taking advantage of the bleak moonlight in mid-October, Peter swiftly climbed along the wall. Newbella said that the physical evidence room is the third room on the left of the laboratory.

Newbella always kept him elusive, Peter thought distractedly.

For example, she often jokingly joked with Mr. Stark about the absurdities of his youth; but when Mr. Stark wanted to be forced out of the hospital, she was the only one who could say no with a straight face.On several occasions, Newbella even took him back to the ward himself.

Mr. Stark always complained about being controlled by his daughter, saying that he had completely lost his freedom, but everyone could see that he was about to fly with pride.

For another example, she may not be very affectionate with Libby and Kevin, but after learning of their deaths, Peter saw her anger.That kind of anger far exceeds the level of "hearing the bad news of ordinary classmates", and the emotion is so strong that he can't help but secretly rejoice: "Fortunately, the bad guy is not me."

The loud noise from the next room woke up the cranky Peter. He calmed down and looked into the window next to him: there are neatly arranged smart evidence storage cabinets, and there are twice as many fire detectors and monitors as in other rooms. , a door that looks exceptionally high-tech...

It is here.

Peter turned sideways slightly, took the tools out of his backpack, and inadvertently swept his wrist: "It's already 32:[-]? I have to hurry up!"

In an alley not far away, Newbera was studying how to wrap her head to show her temperament. She really hoped that some god servant could help her—they were all good at wrapping Heaton, and mortal headscarves would definitely not be a problem.

The thunder-like fire alarm sounded suddenly, shocking her out of her wits, and the head wrap she had just made came loose: "Damn it, my temperament is gone!"

She randomly knotted the sleeves of the T-shirt to prevent it from falling off. Facing the black screen of the mobile phone, she double-checked that only her eyes were exposed, and then set off for the laboratory.

The shining maternal gene allowed her to freely shuttle through all the buildings and rooms with closed doors, so Newbella entered the laboratory where all the technicians were evacuated without much effort.

"Okay, which freezer is the sample we need?" Newbella murmured, remembering that Peter's briefing had the investigation code, "VAC11078? Oh, there's a label underneath...Midtown High... .Very good!"

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Her hand pulling the door stopped suddenly: "Why are the vaccine bottles in two colors?"

Under the special "care" of Vice Principal Hill, neither she nor Peter was vaccinated. It is said to prevent their DNA from leaking: Peter's [Spider-Man] identity will be found out, and some unscrupulous guys can use her WMDs developed from genetics—Dr. Banner feels strongly about this.

None of them were allowed to approach the medical vehicle, so they had never seen what the vaccine looked like, and they didn't know whether the containers and bottles storing the vaccine were blue or green.

"Has it been confused with samples from other schools? But the label only says Midtown High School?" Newbella thought in confusion, "It wasn't mentioned in the briefing, what if I got the wrong one? It would be good if I read the investigation report in advance." gone."

The fire sirens were fading, and it appeared that the administrators had partially disarmed them.Newbella's eyes wandered around the room, and suddenly, a document on the large laboratory table attracted her attention: "Top secret——VAC11078 investigation report?"

She hurriedly bypassed the debris on the ground, rushed to open the report, and a few photos in it fell out: It turned out that the label was correct, and there were indeed two samples with different colors of the bottle.

Disorderly footsteps sounded in the distance, and Newbera hurriedly rolled up the report, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, found an idle mobile medical vaccine refrigerator, adjusted the temperature, and put two samples in it.

"Who is so wicked, throwing a small incendiary | incendiary | bomb in the evidence room..."

The voices outside the door became louder and louder, Newbera didn't care to close the door of the refrigerator, picked up the mobile medical vaccine refrigerator and ran out of the way.A few seconds later, she landed on the top floor of the unfinished building.

"They just towed the car away." Peter ran over anxiously. "My God, you're finally back!"

"There was an accident. Peter, why didn't your briefing mention that there were two samples?" Newbella raised one crotch so that the investigative report could be revealed. "A surprise surprise."

"What two samples?" Peter pulled out the document, his face full of doubts, "It wasn't mentioned in the report."

"Let's not talk about that, put me through Agent Simon's call, I hope she is free to do the test for us. Damn it, my dad's call!"

She handed the mobile medical vaccine refrigerator to Peter, freeing her hand to unlock the screen: "Dad?"

"Where are you? Are you running away? Are you going to bring your grandson back for my birthday in a year?" Tony said in a bad tone. "Did the other parents set something called access control?"

"It's nothing, we are competing who can fly faster." Newbella looked at Peter, who gestured to her, it seemed that Agent Simon was free to help them.

Tony seemed relieved: "Where did you fly to? The Taj Mahal or the Pyramids? Or are they all on Earth?"

"Crawling on the way home, ah, I'm going to lose! See you, Dad!" Newbella hung up the phone with a snap, and turned to meet Peter's eyes, "Your voice is so dramatic".

"Let's go, don't stare at me." Newbella took off the T-shirt that wrapped his head and returned it to Peter, "Where is Simmons?"

"She's in Central Park. Wait a minute, I'll change."

The handover process was uneventful, and Agent Simon promised to notify them as soon as there was news.Agent Fitz kindly sent them out of town, and the two arrived home just before 10:30, where Tony was sitting in the living room studying a book called "How to Lock Your Child in a Room."

"Ah~ The two Peter Pans are back. I'm contacting Natasha to send the whole journey... Newbella, what did you get on the tip of your nose?" He stood up abruptly, rushed over in three steps and two steps, To wipe the tip of her daughter's nose, "Is this ashes? Where did you dig coal?"

Peter's heart skipped a beat: the ashes were definitely caught in the unfinished building, and the light was weak at that time, so he couldn't see Newbella's face clearly; the lights in Central Park were bright, but he was so nervous that he didn't bother to check Newbella's face. Grooming...it's over!

"I guess it got on it when we rested in the unfinished building." Newbella wiped his nose with the back of his hand, "Look at Peter's hand!"

Tony looked down, and sure enough, Peter's palms were also covered with ashes: "You really didn't dig coal? Did you set fire?"

Peter was quite guilty, and he stammered: "No...no, sir."

"Oh, don't be so serious." Newbella coquettishly held Tony's arm, "We are so nervous about reviewing for the SAT, you are affecting the mood of the candidates!"

"Are you still nervous? Are the members of the Avengers still nervous?" Tony's anger remained, but his tone eased a lot, "Are you joking, young lady?"

"Yes, yes, young dad, I was joking. Ah~~~ Pepper is back, you and her must have a lot of inappropriate things to say, we are going back to the room, good night dad!!!"

It wasn't until she hid in her room that Newbella's cold sweat stopped breaking out. The phone screen lit up, and there were two text messages from Peter.

"When your dad mentioned arson, my legs went limp QAQ"

"But it was all worth it for Libby and Kevin, and the other victims."

The author has something to say: It's not easy for two rookies...

①Agent Simon: Gemma Simmons, a member of Fitz-Simmons, the main character in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., specializing in biochemistry.

② Heaton: It means linen underwear, underwear worn by both men and women in ancient Greece, divided into Doria style and Ionian style. (Excerpt from "Ancient Greek Life")

③Dr. Banner: Hulk.

④Agent Fitz: Leo Fitz, a member of Fitz-Simmons, the main character of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., specializes in construction machinery.