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

Newbella's life seemed to be back to normal—it seemed—and she could appreciate the small changes in it, and the fact that life would never return to the way it was before Ares came along.

Agent Hill was still the assistant principal at Midtown High, but she was always on the go, sometimes absent from school for days, sometimes staying in the office for a few minutes before leaving.Occasionally, when she met her in the corridor, she pursed her lips and shook her head at Newbella and Peter, signaling them not to say anything.

The only thing that has not changed is the class schedule, and the scheduled courses and time are as always, which makes Newbella depressed.Due to well-known reasons, her SO consultation with Coulson was canceled, but Sif adopted the training plan that Coulson made for her, and added more combat training.

Due to the destructiveness of Newbella and the current situation, they dare not let her train in a place where S.H.I.E.L.D. All the villas in the world are not good.

Sif originally wanted to bring Newbella to Asgard for training, but there was no way to hide the high energy generated by the fast movement of the Protoss—not to mention that they had to go back and forth every day—the S.H.I.E.L.D. bureau could read those data immediately , and then know their whereabouts.

"How did Ares hide his whereabouts?" Tony plucked his hair irritably, "Jarvis can't figure out the mystery, is it magic? Wait a minute——"

"What's wrong?" Sif asked, "What did you think?"

"Uh, Jarvis, did Newbella read high energy when she left Shell Cottage?" Tony didn't bother to answer Sif's question, "And the time she messed around in the wizarding world, look up the data .”

After a short wait, Jarvis reported, "I only read a slight high energy, sir."

"It seems that magic can... magic, I need a wizard!" Tony walked around the room, "Jarvis, help me contact Ron, or Hermione, Harry, whichever one is fine."

"Okay, sir."

"I plan to buy a few barren hills, and then ask the wizard to arrange the barren hills. The design is similar to that of a shell house, which can hide most of the high energy." Tony explained to Sif, "Several hills are used in turn, so that you can Hold on longer. Oh, don't worry, isn't it just money? I have plenty."

"Looks like the best option," Sif said. "By the way, where's Newbella and Peter? I haven't seen them all day."

A trace of depression flashed in Tony's eyes, and he reluctantly said: "They went to the museum, paleontology or something... fixed activities every weekend."

"Wow, not many teenagers go to museums every weekend," Sif said. "That's pretty cool!"

Tony snorted noncommittally. He never thought that Newbella and Peter's "dating" method could be so fresh and refined. Thanks to him, he also asked Jarvis to retrieve the surveillance footage of all the restaurants and hotels in the city. It's all useless.

"I don't know whether I should like it or... forget it." Tony waved his hand, "Save me from having nightmares all day long, hey."

For example, I dreamed that I was holding a little grandson in my arms, carrying a little grandson on my back, sleeping in a stroller next to my hand, and then Newbella rushed into the room and shouted: "Dad, Congratulations on becoming a grandfather again!"

You're almost scared to death, okay?

"I don't understand what you're worried about." Sif squinted at the sighing Tony, and shook her head helplessly, "People in the atrium have so many troubles, such as school district housing, medical insurance, inheritance tax, all kinds of tricks."

Tony spread his hands: "You will get used to it, my dear friend."

"I heard that S.H.I.E.L.D. is now divided into several factions, and there is a lot of trouble."

In the Museum of Paleontology, Peter and Newbera had been standing in front of a natural painting of Otoya worms for most of the day, and the staff couldn't help asking them if they encountered any difficulties.

There are indeed difficulties, but not the difficulties he imagined. They just want to figure out the details of the structure of the Otoia worm, so that they can solve the mystery of the No.14 level of "Find, Find, Find XX".

"I thought the difficulty would reach a peak every few levels, but I didn't expect that the difficulty of each level would be at the peak." Newbella said softly, "I've also heard that Hill and Coulson are both on foxtrot. , the Council vacillated between Hand and Foxtrot."

"This time it's a paleontology, what do you think will be next time?" Peter rubbed the back of his sore neck, "It would be great if I could contact Daisy and Gemma, Daisy can do a macro for us, Gemma is here Biology is the big guy."

And Natasha, he really wanted to ask her where she found the super-difficult game, although... Although the game created more time for him and Newbella to spend together, it was too difficult!It will take at least a week to break through a level!

"We can do it." Newbera was still staring at the natural history painting, "How many levels are there in total?"

"There are a total of 520 levels." Peter said sadly. "The last level won't require us to solve any historical problems? For example, how did the Mayans become extinct, how did the dinosaurs become extinct-the devil knows!"

"My legs are weak from what you said." Newbella couldn't help shivering, "Let's go, let's go eat something to calm down the shock."

"Wait a minute!" Peter grabbed her.Even though she was wearing a thick sweater, Newbella could still feel the warmth of his palm, and the warmth spread to her skin. She suddenly felt that she didn't need to eat to suppress her shock.

Of course, Peter was unaware of Newbella's rich inner drama, and he scanned his surroundings vigilantly to see if any suspicious persons were watching them.

"Okay." After a while, Peter revealed the hand holding her arm, "It should be fine, I have even sensed the second floor, and there is no suspicious person."

"Well, let's go." Newbella glanced at Peter's hand reluctantly, "It's so cold today, let's eat Caribbean-style oxtail stew, Marengo veal is also fine, in short, you can bring soup. You like What kind?"

"I'm up to you." Peter said indifferently, "it depends on what you like."

"In that case—" Newbella took out the magic divination tube again, "ask it."

Peter: "..."

However, the world is always changing very fast. As soon as she walked out of the gate of the museum, Newbella was keenly aware that something was wrong. At first she thought she was being followed, but the bullets that followed made her realize that the situation was worse than being followed. .

"Get down!" Peter threw her to the ground and shouted at the surrounding visitors, "Get down!"

The scene was suddenly chaotic, citizens screamed and ran around, the police rushed to maintain order, and the staff of the museum immediately sounded the siren.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Peter helped Newbella to sit in a safe place. The bullets were coming towards them, but they didn't hit any of them, at least not him.

"Did you hit you? Are you okay?" Peter held her face and examined it carefully. There seemed to be no wounds. "Where are the arms and legs?"

"My god..." Newbella rubbed her ears, "It's a little tinnitus... speak louder..."

"I say, are you- all right?" Peter asked loudly, "Where's the arm-and-legs?"

"No, it missed me." Newbella wanted to stand up, "Who is it? Can you sense the position?"

"I only know that the bullets fly very far." Peter held her in his arms. "Damn it, if only I was still wearing the spider suit, I could figure out the opponent's location in minutes."

They stood in a hidden corner looking for the murderer. The stairs not far away were crowded with people. The terrified citizens fled in all directions. Some wanted to go upstairs and some wanted to go downstairs. They did not listen to the police and staff at all. Commander, there were several near misses in a stampede.

For a while, screams, whistles, and sirens were all transmitted through the air. The noise made Newbella unable to think calmly. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind.

The phone was buzzing in his trouser pocket, and he knew it must be from Tony without even thinking about it. Newber stretched his hand to get the phone, and glanced across a high-end hotel across the street inadvertently.Out of some incomprehensible intuition, she looked up the first floor of the hotel, and finally stopped at the nineteenth floor of the hotel.

"I saw him." Newbella threw the phone to Peter, still staring at the hotel, "Although it's not very clear, but I saw him, he just killed someone, he put the gun in the cello case inside!"

"What?" Peter was confused, "Who killed whom?"

"Wait for me, I'll be right back!"

Newbera spotted the opponent's position and was about to fly over when she suddenly remembered that she would generate high energy when she moved fast, and S.H.I.E.L.D. can monitor her whereabouts through high energy readings from all over the world.Because of this, during this period of time, Tony firmly forbade her to move in an Extraordinary way, lest the other party catch her.

What if it was Peter who swayed me there?No... no, he will be photographed.Newbella hesitated, and looked up again, the murderer had already got into the elevator with the cello case.

Forget it, never mind him!Newbella is ruthless, it is important to arrest people!

"Your father asked us—hey! Wait!" Peter saw Newbella flying out at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and was immediately frightened to death. "Mr. Stark, she—she flew out!"

Newbella caught the murderer in the elevator, and the other party tried to resist, but was beaten until his nose bleeds.She carefully controlled her strength so that the opponent would not be killed by her punch.

Then, she took the other party to the rooftop, grabbed the tie and hung most of the murderer's body in the air.

"Who sent you here!" Newbella shook the tie in her hand, and the murderer's body suddenly wobbled, "SHIELD? Don't say I threw you off the roof!"

"What's wrong?" the murderer yelled, stuttering, trying to grab Newbella's hand with both hands. "There is only one Lan, the Jing-haired Lan, who gave Wo Hou a lot of money!"

"What Lan... man? A man with blond hair? Gave you a lot of money?" Newbella translated his confession, "Where did you meet him? What did he look like!"

"He came to Wo's house to look for Wo. Wo had never seen him before. He was tall and thick, wearing a hoodie. He couldn't see his face, but his waist was injured." The murderer was about to cry, "Steamed Yes, what Wo said was all steamed!"

A tall, blond man in a hoodie with a wound to the waist.Newbella sighed in his heart, it was Ares again, and he returned.

"Who is the target?" She tightened her tie and continued to ask, "What is the purpose?"

"The target is a nun! But he must be sure to let the nest miss, don't hit the heavy nun." The murderer really cried, "The nest is a retired clan striker. The female goose in the nest needs to be thick to make a hand. A lot of money! I dare say that the serviceman is not dead, he just passed out! Ni Xinwo, save the people and come to the bank!"

"New Bella, what are you doing!" Peter, who ran all the way, saw everything in front of him, and his tongue almost couldn't straighten, "Who is he?"

"The big-tongue sniper that Ares found." Newbera yanked hard and threw the sniper on the floor tiles of the roof. "I just flew over, S.H.I.E.L.D...."

"Don't be afraid...don't worry..." Peter leaned against the wall and panted, "Your father can find... Daisy to delete the data, and it will take at least a week."

The author has something to say: Big Tongue: I'm about to cry!

Sif: You fragile Atrium people!