[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

—What's in your pocket?

Joe Ward lowered his head, put his hands in his coat pockets, and slowly turned the entire pockets out.

Some cat biscuits, catnip remnants, and two long-unopened white rabbit candies fell on the floor.

Hannibal looked at the biscuits and candies on the ground, blinked, and said with a low laugh, "Cute."

Hodge stopped immediately: "That's it."

Agent Hodge is the supervisor of the BAU team, and he is usually a poker-faced man with a serious face.He took two steps forward and grabbed Joward's elbow, and quickly pulled him away from Hannibal and led him to Morgan.

Hodge frowned: "This is a bad idea. Send him back."

So he followed Morgan again, walking through the corridors of the police station the way he had come.The little doctor Rhett was holding a cup of coffee, saw Joe Ward came back, quickly followed him, and stood side by side with him: "Hi, I just want to make sure, you remember me, right? I'm Rhett , Rhett Spencer, uh, who tripped over himself during the arrest?"

Morgan glanced at him speechlessly, lowered his head and asked Joward softly, "Didn't I tell you, don't follow his pace? Why did you show him your pocket?"

Joward walked with his head buried, his expression was a little indifferent.

Morgan froze for a moment, exchanged glances with Rhett, and snapped his fingers in front of him.

At this moment, the little doctor seemed to wake up from a dream, and he raised his head blankly and asked, "What? Is it over?"

The black detective shook his shoulder, hesitant to speak.Finally he said, "I'll take you home."

The police car returned to the pet clinic in the rain and snow.

Morgan got out of the car first and wanted to hold an umbrella for Joe Ward, but the little doctor had already rushed to the eaves of the clinic.

Morgan: "You were really brave tonight. Apologize again for our incompetence and I promise it won't happen again."

Joe Ward: "Sir?"

Morgan, who was about to get in the car, turned around, and the little doctor was looking at him with drooping blue eyes, with fine snow falling on his hair and eyelashes.He looked pitiful standing alone under the street lamp, like an abandoned dog that was not claimed.

Joe Ward: "I-I'm still a normal person."

The black detective frowned unobtrusively, thought for a while, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it to him.

"Why ask? You are as normal as every veterinarian in New York, you are courageous, caring, and a kind, good boy. If you need professional psychological help, call the BAU, okay?"

Joward took it obediently and put it in his pocket: "Okay."

Morgan watched him enter, locked the gate, and drove away.

Staying at the door of the clinic gave him a strange feeling, as if he was being watched by some nocturnal creature all the time.

Joward tiptoed back to the attic.The little spider was still asleep on his back, there was no light in the batball house, little Tony was lying on the pillow, and no one seemed to be woken up.

He took off his coat, took out Captain America from the inner pocket of the coat, and stuffed it into the bed.

Joward said in a breathy voice: "Go to sleep, good night."

Captain America nodded and crawled back into his cat bed.

He waited for about a quarter of an hour.

As Joe Ward's breathing eased, two balls crawled into his cat's litter box.

Tony: "What's wrong?"

The little spider stretched its head vigorously to listen.

Captain America shook his head: "Some private matters for Joe."

Tony: "He was bullied? A middle school student asked him to go out for a fight in the middle of the night?"

Captain America was a little dumbfounded.Tony Stark seems to be indifferent on the surface, but in fact he is a very stingy short-term madman in essence.

Once he puts someone in his own camp in his heart, he will not allow others to touch him.To put it in a social way: "Whoever hits me, rounding it up is equivalent to hitting me in the face."

Captain America slowly shook his head: "It's a little more complicated than that. Besides, Joe isn't a middle school student, he's already turned 21."

Tony was a little surprised: "Oh. I thought he was the same age as Peter."

Little Spider: "Chichi?"

The US team looked at Joe Ward, who was still sleeping, and went out from the top window of the attic. Against the fine wind and snow, he found the bat ball stuck on the roof.

What Joward didn't know was that even though he was transformed into a Q version, the silent guardian was still performing his duties.Batball is the last one to get up every morning, but he guards the area within two streets around the clinic all night and night, ensuring that he can give them an early warning before threats come to the door.

Hearing the sound of Captain America climbing up, Batball said straight to the point: "I know, I'm following up on this matter."

Captain America: "Bat, it's not just about 'knowing' and 'following up'. Joe needs someone to communicate with him, not—like now, no friends, only cats and dogs."

Batball looked back at him in the fine snow, a little dazed in the white goggles.

The US team stared at him for a long time, and said: "We are a team now, and Xiao Qiao's emotional and psychological state must of course be taken care of by us—well, there is no fixed 'member communication time' within Zhenglian. Is it? I mean, chatting with young heroes a lot?"

Batball showed no expression: "We have a battle meeting."

The Avengers leader scratched his head.Finally he said: "Can you and Ah Fu's communication system allow me to learn from it?"

……

The meeting with Hannibal gave Joward a night of strange dreams.

Oddly enough, not all of his nightmares were nightmares.Sometimes, he would nap on his stomach under the soft white duvet, which was made of a very high-grade material and fit softly against his bare skin.

In the house in the dream, there is a soft sound of firewood crackling.A man is sitting in an armchair by the bed and reading a book.

Seeing that he was awake, the man leaned forward, stroking his brown hair with his warm fingertips, as gently as if he were touching a small animal.

He stroked the roots of the hair to the neck, and then stroked all the way into the quilt, softly whispered: "——"

Then Joward woke up before six in the morning again.

"Language?"

Captain America was holding a pen, jingling his cup.

Joe Ward came back to his senses: "I'm sorry, what?"

He and Qiuqiu were still sitting around the phone on the attic floor.The little spider was holding an orange bigger than him, sitting on the ground and listening to the meetings of the bosses.

Joe Ward couldn't understand the tin cans and bat balls of the American team anyway, so he took the oranges from the little spider and peeled them for him.When the discussion came to an end, the US team put the cap on the pen with some difficulty, and poked a task on the screen.

Joe Ward looked down: "Huh, B-Class?"

What he poked was indeed a B-level mission.

Task name: "Art, Garden and Life"; task reward: 100 points.

Since completing more than 50 D-level missions in one breath yesterday, in Joward's information flow, the number of C-level missions has been collected more and more, gradually rivaling the D-level missions.But the B-level task still has almost zero drops, and this B-level task has just been spawned.

Joward poked to accept the task without psychological pressure.This decision was made by the three big bosses, and he could trust it.

The little doctor was sitting on the floor, seemingly in a daze; but all four balls knew that he was receiving some kind of voice in his head.

After a while, he took a piece of paper and began to quickly record the key information of the mission on it.

Taking advantage of this gap, the US team asked Batball: "Is it safe for us to proceed step by step? For example, take a C-level first?"

Bat Ball: "I want to know the difficulty of B-level. This task will leave us enough preparation time, which is very suitable for testing."

Little Spider: "How do you know?" After all, for the previous missions, the system was very tight on time, and basically they had to act immediately when they received it. Yesterday, they almost failed the mission because they didn't arrive at the mission target within the time limit. .

The bat ball opens a small square.This is his communication tool, and it can also be used as a supercomputer.

He quickly retrieved the words "art·garden·life". The latest related news is the solo exhibition "Frida Kahlo: Art, Garden and Life" held at the New York Botanical Garden at 9:[-] tomorrow morning.

At the same time, Joward also recorded all the mission information.

Time: 9:30-11:30 tomorrow morning

Location: New York Botanic Gardens

Supporters that can be carried: 2 people

Mission Success Condition: Escort Frida Kahlo from the Botanical Garden

After Joward finished recording, he stared at the word "escort" and fell silent.

This system cherishes words like gold, and is too lazy to explain the background of the mission to him every time. When the time and place are thrown into his mind, it doesn't care whether he lives or dies.

Since it is an escort mission, it means that at that point in time, what will happen to the New York Botanical Garden?

...Then he can choose to call the police first.

A bunch of scenes of social people fighting on the street appeared in his mind, and his waist, which had been swollen for two days after being kicked by a hooligan, began to ache again.

Tony watched the little doctor touch his waist subconsciously, of course he knew what he remembered.Although he was brought back in a coma the night they first met with Joward, but later the US team told him that if Joward hadn't been rolling around picking up balls, one of him and the little spider would probably have been trampled. into patties.

It's this combat power...it's really bad.

He frowned without leaving a trace, and advanced the schedule of rebuilding the workshop again.