[Comprehensive British and American] No.1 grid

"Do you want whole wheat or cheese for bread? I often come to this supermarket. The taste of this whole wheat is worth a try." "That's whole wheat."

"Well, do you like the milk whole or skim?" "I can do both."

"Choose bacon or sausage for the meat - imported from Germany, it looks good." "..."

The temperature in the freezer area is always low, which makes your fingers feel just right and comfortable when picking up the packaging bags or milk cartons.

The shelves are full of those delicious puffed foods, like a hill, which discourages the two people who are not interested.

"... Are these things enough?" There were a few ingredients in the empty cart. Even if the man had asked the girl's opinion on every item, it still had no reference value.

Holding hands absently, Iris seemed to be staring at the plastic bottle of blueberry jam in front of her, until her arm was pulled, and she subconsciously took two steps forward.

There was the sound of goods being thrown into the car with a bang, and then Iris seemed to regain consciousness, and glanced into the basket.

"Hey, why did you stop suddenly and not say a word?" She bumped straight into Steve's back again out of state, and before she looked up again, she felt that the man was rubbing her carefully and made her a little red the bridge of the nose.

Uh, well, what she hit was his chest.

"Still struggling with dreams?" There were quite a lot of people at the checkout place. Seeing this, Steve subconsciously lowered his peaked cap and confirmed that half of his face was well covered by the brown sunglasses, "If this is the case, why?" If you want to go shopping with me, just wait obediently at home, okay?"

"Who didn't prepare the ingredients in the refrigerator and brought me home?" With her hips akimbo confidently, Iris pouted, and took out the bottle of jam that was thrown into the box by the man for some reason. Put it on the shelf by the door, "And I saw a bottle exactly like this one on your desk, it was just opened!"

"You kept staring at it, so I took a bottle." Spreading his hands, Steve gestured for the girl to take a look at the ingredients they bought together, a paper bag of bread, about a liter of fresh milk, and a few seasonal fruits and vegetables And two pieces of German sausage, these quantities are only enough for one meal at night.

"...Is there not enough stuff here? I'll go in and get some more, you pay the bill here first!" Aerys, who finally recovered, turned around and squeezed out of the waiting queue with difficulty. In a blink of an eye, it disappeared around the corner of the counter.

It was almost his turn in the queue, and the captain didn't quit the queue after thinking about it. He reluctantly followed the girl's instructions and stood at the entrance of the supermarket holding a bosom full of goods.

It was just about time for dinner. The fast food restaurant adjacent to the supermarket was booming, and there was a constant stream of people coming and going. The traditional burrito tasted like a thick Mexican sauce, and it looked very appetizing when it was steaming.

The communicator in his pocket beeped faintly, and the flickering screen illuminated the thin fabric of his shirt.

After thinking about it, Steve still planned to take a look at this new text message with a sense of responsibility.

The secretary of a senior official of the Ministry of National Defense was assassinated. Since the victim was killed under a parasol outside a shop on the street, the camera and passers-by all recorded this scene. Press down.

The fuzzy photos showed that there was light rain pattering in the Washington area. It was precisely because of the rain that the murderer's figure and whereabouts could not be well detected. It could only be seen that there were two people, a man and a woman. A vehicle with unknown license plates then drove straight north across the Canadian border and boarded a private helicopter.

The strange thing is that the way the two of them appeared has never been discovered, as if they appeared directly from the crime scene and killed the target directly.

In fact, this incident is not the first time. Steve stared at the figure in the photo and frowned seriously. The undulating chest indicated that his mood was not calm.

In the middle of last month, these two people also killed the son of his former friend.

The descendant of a Howling Commando dies silently in the military's allotment of veterans' apartments, ironically as if slapped hard in their faces.

Although this bad influence can no longer be concealed, but fortunately the current S.H.I.E.L.D. can still grasp the intensity of its spread.

All the assassinations totaling more than ten were handed over to the Avengers, and that's what they've been investigating for some time now.

"Okay, okay, now you don't even have to worry about tomorrow's dinner?"

When he came back to his senses, he saw that Iris was carrying two cloth reusable bags. The heavy bags were all bulging there, and they looked very heavy just from the outside.

"So many things?" Steve's eyes lit up, and he took one of them easily, and the solid feel made him estimate the substantial ingredients in it, "How afraid are you that I'm hungry? What's the matter? The two of us You won’t be able to finish eating until the day after tomorrow, right?”

"Isn't that right? It's always good to be more prepared." The corners of her lips drew a beautiful arc, and the girl smiled slyly, "Four times the metabolism? I don't believe that I can't finish these things tomorrow."

Seeing that the other arm was still vacant, she naturally took Steve by the arm, and the two walked out of the store's open glass door side by side.

In the empty weapon room, there was only the sound of guns being loaded, and the non-stop sound echoed coherently in the room.

There were only two expressionless soldiers guarding the door of the weapons room, and they were just permanent guards.

The silent girl watched the incomparably smooth movements of the man's hands, and as her eyes shifted, she seemed to have firmly remembered all his movements in her heart.

"Is there only one experimental subject left that can simultaneously match DNA?" The behind-the-scenes observer in a white coat spoke broken English, and the language with a strong accent made the researcher who actually took over the project look at each other, unable to answer.

"Yes, yes." Even though they were helpless, there was strict order on their bodies. The man organized his words, and took a step forward cautiously to report their statistical data to the airborne chief.

"Sir, the direction of our research at the beginning was the genome modification of mutants. After obtaining a complete human DNA sample, the continuous improvement of technology is enough to support us to copy human stem cell tissue carrying the target X gene chain and then cultivate it. "

"But obviously there are also great differences between individuals. The first sample is only enough for us to create the No. [-] experimental subject you see now, and the rest of the numbers are more or less flawed, so we did not continue to carry out gene extraction and cultivation. operation."

"Then, why didn't the rest of the experimental subjects see it after I came?" His eyes were still focused on the two people on the screen, and he gave unknown admiration to the man among them from time to time.

"...The problem is on that rock, sir," the reporter's words made the white coat glance at him with disdain, but he still had to bite the bullet and continue the mission that made him shudder, "from two Starting from the number [-], the rejection becomes more serious the later the number is, to the point that after the tenth number, you can’t accept the energy of the gemstone and you’re brain-dead.”

"And only No. [-]'s brain tissue structure is the most complete, and she even has the social memory of the sample. We can't overcome the flaws in this direction at present. The conclusion of the research team's final discussion is that this situation is very Possibly something to do with gems."

"You guys will make excuses. Ha, the specific power of this gemstone is unparalleled. If this little girl could not accept its power, she wouldn't have such great research value, so that you guys gave up the original Merge my research project into mine." After failing to find a suitable solution for a while, the white coat pondered for a while and asked, "Is there a chance to get another sample? The best is the bone marrow of the spine—— "

"Uh, sir, I have to interrupt your thoughts. I think kidnapping Mr. President may be easier and more convenient than kidnapping samples." The reporter wanted to cry, and they had also conceived a plan in this direction.

However, Iris has learned to be good since that kidnapping. She turns on her positioning device all day long to keep in touch with the outside world, follows Alpha in class, and is picked up by Captain America after class, or directly returns to Gotham. Wayne Manor, even the hands-on projects for the holidays are set in the Avengers Mansion.

In this tense time period, at least for a year and a half they will have nothing to do with girls.

"You repeat it."

After taking off the metal mask, the man's voice was so low and full of magnetism, there was no emotion in Gujing Wubo's brown eyes, and the gun in his hand made a crisp collision sound when it was placed on the table, even he His right hand seems to be as precise as his left hand, and there is no room for delay in every movement during installation and disassembly, and they all have the effect they should have.

"Okay, sir."

Looking at the exact same accessories on the other table, she glanced sideways as if confirming, and her fingers started to assemble.

She manipulated the parts in her hands very skillfully, her soft and flexible wrist joints were not inferior to men at all, and the light pistol and rifle were installed in seconds, and she was only hindered when it came to the heavy shoulder-mounted gun barrel.

However this will not detract from the decision to put an Excellent on her 'report card'.

"The training of the arm axis needs to be strengthened." There seems to be no gender concept at all in the base. Sitting on the hardwood chair in the lounge that only belongs to two people, the man said casually, and was wiping the commonly used weapons assigned to him. .

"Yes." The girl was taken aback, the many days of training made her hold back the corners of her mouth that wanted to rise.

The slack pupils condensed into tiny dots, and many complicated things were reflected in the depths of the azure blue, and the subtle words that blurted out did not attract the attention of anyone other than the man.

"...Thinking about the artistic conception of contemporary art? The dream last night was a bit strange..."

"Well, I like the vegetable soup you make?" The spoon scooped up a rich spoonful and tasted it carefully, and Iris gave Steve a thumbs up without hesitation, "Compared to Alfred's cream Thick soup...emmm, it's so hard to choose!"

"Thank you." He tilted his head, surprised that his only skill could be compared with that of Wayne's old butler. Get your own share.

The thin soup with the noodles poured over the well-fried beef, and the man took the warm coffee at hand again, and slowly enjoyed this unplanned dinner.

The small white leather box is in his pocket, and it seems that it has no use today.

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