After reporting the address and the number of floors, and checking the information, Barala hung up the phone and put the phone back in her pocket.
Then when she raised her head, she saw Peter looking at herself blankly.
Barala:? ? ?
Peter reacted and quickly shook his head, stammering: "Dead? Dead?"
Barala smiled, and suddenly recalled Sherlock's pretentious commentary in her memory. With a flash of thought, she pointed to the sunken mark she found just now, and explained word by word: "Look at the mark here. , It is said that there is a mother and daughter living in it, and according to the strength value, it is definitely not their fault, so someone has come here and a fight happened."
She hesitated to speak, and Peter felt that it was very profound, and his bright eyes were full of admiration, and he looked at Barala who raised his chin.
At this time, Polly, who was listening in a daze, poked his head out, trying to make a clear distinction: "That... this sunken mark was made by my father when he was drunk."
Barala: ...
Peter: ...
Barala: "This blue boy is not cute at all!"
Polly, who understood clearly this time, grabbed Peter's clothes and stuck out his tongue at her.
Polly's round head: "The master's father said that this kind of behavior is called pretending to fail."
Peter smirked and ran through his hair.
Peter's round eyes: "Is this really a detective? It feels so amateurish..."
Peter's upturned nose: "I think she shouldn't dare to lie to the police."
Peter's mouth began to murmur again: "If the police come here and there is no dead person, will they also take the owner away to make a record? What should Aunt Mei do if she finds out? After all, the owner is also here to watch her call Yes, why don't we confirm it with her? But I feel that her mouth is less reliable than mine. Just now, she said that she is a lawyer and cheated the master. If she is cheated again, it will be so miserable. So why? I think she is not a lawyer or a detective, but a professional liar, the more I talk about it, the more I think about it, you look at her expression, as if she is enduring something, do you think I am right! Right!"
Barala: Hehe
It is estimated that there are often fatal incidents of fights in Queens, and the police are used to it, but they come here with ease. Detective Ali, who has been in charge of this area, walked into this residential building and just got out of the elevator. Turning a corner, he saw that The familiar red coat makes my brain hurt badly.
"I said, do you have the physique of a god of death? You can encounter cases every time."
Ali is a middle-aged man with a big belly, a bit like a low-profile version of Lestrade, and he doesn't know what evil he has committed. In the area he manages, he will always meet this private detective in red clothes from time to time. Don't worry about it. Every time I solve a case with her, I feel that a group of people have no IQ. That's not enough. I can choke to death even if I say it. However, those young guys in the group still love to join her. , Even leading him as a detective has no prestige.
Ba Lala waved her hand, showing her small white teeth at him.
"Yo, what a coincidence, Inspector Ali."
Peter stood beside him with little Polly. Seeing that Miss Barala knew the police detective so well, he felt a little relieved, but when he thought that there might really be a dead person inside, he became a little nervous. He patted Polly on the head and motioned for him to hug the detective. Go down and play football for a while and then come up again.
Polly hugged the football tightly, looked at the locked gate, pursed his lips, nodded, and ran away staring.
Peter is also stupid, he also let other children stay away, forgetting that he is also a weak and nerdy little boy on the surface.
When other policemen saw Barala, they greeted her friendly.
Detective Ali asked, "Are you sure there is a body in here?"
He had seen Barala's unique crime-solving skills a long time ago, and thought it was because of his high IQ, so he didn't think much about it.
Barala pointed to the door: "If you break it open, you will know."
Detective Ali: "..."
The blond brother who followed behind him said with a smile, "Balala never talks nonsense. Didn't she find the murderer who opened up the body last time?" The other male police officers also echoed.
Detective Ali, who had nothing to say, applied for a search warrant to the police station after knocking on the door to no avail. After everything was settled, he raised his jaw and signaled him and another brother to come out and knock on the door.
"If there is no dead body inside, you will follow us back to the police station for tea this time." Detective Ali said with his waist in his arms, without looking at Barala.
Barala couldn't explain that she called the police when she heard the crying of the dead body inside.
The quality of the door in this kind of place is not very strong. Two strong young men creaked and slammed open the door without hitting it twice.
After knocking open the door, there was a faint stench coming from the door.
Barala quickly took out her handkerchief and covered her nose.
Inspector Ali, who was only joking with Barala, also smelled it, his expression tightened, he walked in first, and said without looking back: "Go and contact the forensic doctor, and put a cordon on the door, don't damage the inside." Crime scene."
Peter wanted to follow in and take a look, but was stopped by the police who were pulling the cordon, and said with a smile: "Children, hurry up and find your mother, this is not where your players live."
Peter: ...
He glanced at Barala who was able to walk into the scene of the crime, thinking that she was really a detective and had such a close relationship with the police.
That's how easy it is for someone to do things.
It seemed that his gaze was too eager, or his inner voice was too strong, anyway, Barala, who was about to walk in, suddenly stopped, and winked at Peter: "Hey, wait until my sister reads the tragedy that happened inside." Please go eat pizza."
The little spider blushed all of a sudden.
The policemen controlling the crowd on the periphery twitched their mouths.
The back of the policeman's head: "Please, he is still a child, if you want to ravage, ravage my master!"
Barala: ...
A cordon separates all good people.
Barala took out the rubber gloves she had to wear from her coat pocket, took the foot gloves handed over by the policeman she knew well, and after finishing the preparations, lightly covered her nose, and walked inside while looking around the room.
The decoration of the room is very simple and warm. There are traces of two people living everywhere. There are large and small cups, large and small dishes, and large and small toiletries. Even though they are simple, they are neatly arranged. It is very clean, which shows that this mother is very attentive to her child and has poured a lot of love into it.
The body was found in the living room, stabbed through the throat with a sword, and nailed directly to the wall like a poor piece of paper.
Her corpse has already started to show corpse spots, her eyes are protruding, her eyes are bulging, her mouth is slightly open as if she wants to say something, her arms and fingers are slightly bent and stiff, showing a strange shape, spreading along her neck to her feet The blood that trickled down into a pool had also coagulated and dried up.The corpse had probably been dead for a few days, and it began to slowly emit a disgusting stench, which made everyone cover their mouths and noses.
Ever since Barala gained this ability, she has dealt with corpses a lot.She who often squats in the morgue is quite rejected in her heart, but there is no way to do it. If she comes out to make a living, no matter how disgusting she has to go on.
But among all the corpses, what she hates the most is not the forensic doctor who disembowels them, but the ones that are slowly decomposing to the point of losing their human form, but whether there are any rotten organs that still have a trace of vitality...
Especially there are some lively little bugs...
Sorry, let her vomit first.
Every time she thinks of this kind of scene, Ba Lala feels as if her body is full of bugs, she is horrified, and even loses her appetite.
Clutching her handkerchief, she slowly approached the corpse that didn't look too rotten, and Barala squinted her eyes to listen to their voices.
She can't communicate with pure bones, so she can't do anything about the long-standing unsolved cases. In the current situation, she can barely chat.
All the organs of the corpse were weeping, as if realizing that he was about to die, and there was despair in his voice.
The finger of the corpse: "For God's sake, the master's child must survive safely."
Mouth of the corpse: "Oh my god, I feel like my life is passing and the only thing that bothers me is angle."
Angle should be her daughter.
The neck of the corpse: "The evil murderer took away the souvenirs left by the master's husband. What happened here?"
Hearing these words, Barala looked at her neck subconsciously. This memorial should be hung around her neck, something like a necklace. The way it was snatched was very rough. It was pulled off from the back of her neck. You can see the pulling bruise, which is hard to notice because it's so close to the wound on the arrowhead.
The police checked all the rooms and reported to Detective Ali: "There are no signs of fighting in the room, and no property has been lost." That is to say, burglary is probably excluded. "
"She still has a daughter, didn't you find it?" Barala frowned slightly, paced around the living room, picked up the photo frame on the cabinet, but found that the photo inside had been taken away.
"All the places in the room where photos can be placed have been moved and taken away." Another female policeman also discovered this, and concluded after coming out of the deceased's bedroom, "and the little girl's body was not found at the scene. The corpse should still be alive."
Perhaps this little girl was the only witness at the scene.
Detective Ali, with his hands behind his back, ordered two people to go outside to investigate the nearby neighbors, and by the way, he called out the surveillance of this building.Then he looked back at Barala, who had a harmonious relationship with their group, who seemed to be in no man's land, and said angrily, "Tell me, if you find anything, or leave the crime scene as soon as possible."
Detective Ali's temper is such duplicity.
Barala pursed her lips and pointed at the bruise on the back of her neck with a smile, "The prisoner should have aimed at the thing hanging on her neck. It takes a certain distance to pierce the sword through the throat. This room is so small, it must be used Do not open, follow the trajectory of the arrow."
She stretched out a finger and compared it to the direction of the arrow, and then pointed in a straight line. The eyes of the two passed through the moving crowd and landed on the exhaust hole left by the bedroom with the open door after removing the air conditioner.
The corners of Detective Ali's eyes twitched, with a disbelieving expression on his face: "The diameter of this vent hole is only five centimeters. No matter how good the archery is, it would be difficult for someone with good archery skills to shoot in from the outside." And he killed people all at once.
This can only be done by someone with great archery skills. The Olympic champion is probably very close.
Ba Lala was noncommittal, she knew an archery enthusiast who was so amazing, but he didn't bother to fight for gold, silver and bronze medals
And the size of this vent hole is indeed a bit unreliable, not only to pass through the hole successfully, but also to seize the opportunity to kill the dead, an assassination method that seems impossible to outsiders, if it is Barton, shooting the dead is more than enough Bar.
Thinking of this, Barala wanted to take a closer look at the structure of the arrow. The body of the arrow was smooth and clean, and there was a small imprint at the junction of the arrow tail and the body. She tilted her head and carefully looked at the slightly After seeing the sunken imprint, he straightened up and blinked.
Detective Ali was beside her, sensing that something was wrong with her, he turned his head and asked, "What did you find?"
"No, it's okay. It's just that I tilted my head and twisted my neck just now, and my neck is a little stiff." Barala held her neck and grinned.
Seeing this ugliness, Detective Ali: "..."
Detective Ali: "Okay, don't make trouble here, you are not allowed to come in, now go out after reading, and I will make a record for you, the first discoverer."
Detective Ali knew what Barala was capable of, because Barala and the others had also successfully cracked many cases, and their efficiency had improved significantly, so they were extra merciful to her.
This time, Barala, who stayed on the scene without being slutty, held her neck and left obediently without saying a word.
The little spider Peter was still guarding the door, not only him, but also many troublemakers who were alarmed by the police were also muttering outside the cordon.
Peter could clearly feel that Barala's mood was completely different after she walked in and out. He wanted to start a conversation, but before he walked over, he saw her take out her mobile phone from her coat pocket and lower her head to make a call.
Barton's phone prompts to shut down.
Ba Lala pursed her lips and called Coulson again.
After a few rings, Coulson got connected.
Barala didn't exchange pleasantries, and asked, "Where's Barton?"
Coulson on the other end of the phone obviously paused, as if there was something hidden, and he didn't answer her question, and asked instead, "Did you see Barton?"
small theater:
In order to satisfy the little spider's desire to play football.
The members of the Avengers decided to hold a friendly football match every year. For the sake of fairness and openness of the game, they agreed that everyone can use superpowers without violating the rules maliciously.
This year is the first year, led by Captain America and Iron Man respectively.
The members of the Captain America team include Thor, Hulk, Winter Soldier and Hawkeye. The five of them discussed head to head and decided to call the team the Muscle Team.
The members of the Iron Man team include Little Spider, Little Ant, Little Cheap and Xingjue. The five of them discussed with each other and decided to call the team Deyun Society... No, it's called the Mouth Cannon Team.
Kuaiyin, who carried his own cheating device, was eliminated. Everyone agreed that if he ran, the ball would not be enough for him to kick.
The depressed Kuaiyin looked unhappy and joined the cheerleading team composed of Black Widow, Scarlet Witch and Barala.
Sherlock, John, and Coulson who came to watch were passers-by A, B, and C.
Sherlock felt that this kind of exercise was boring, and he might as well find a few more cases to play with.
John found it very interesting and was very interested in watching it.
And Coulson...
Coulson: "Fortunately, I brought my camera today. This kind of exclusive photos can be kept as a souvenir for a lifetime."
As he spoke, he slapped Captain America wildly.
Before the game, everyone stood face to face and greeted each other.
Iron Man, who felt a shadow over his head, felt that a loser cannot lose, so he spoke first: "This is not a football game, you guys look after that big guy, don't let him kick people like a ball."
The transformed Hulk sprayed Iron Man with his nostrils.
Iron Man wiped his face and put on his helmet: "I fucking thought it was raining."
Captain America took a look at his team, and felt that there seemed to be only Hawkeye in the discussion...
Hawkeye, who was entrusted with the important task, was frightened by the eyes of the American team, thought for a while and said to the excited team, "We are playing football this time, not cross talk."
The five people who have been popularized by Barala about what cross talk is: =. =
After the pre-court greeting, the two teams started the game.
---
Then when she raised her head, she saw Peter looking at herself blankly.
Barala:? ? ?
Peter reacted and quickly shook his head, stammering: "Dead? Dead?"
Barala smiled, and suddenly recalled Sherlock's pretentious commentary in her memory. With a flash of thought, she pointed to the sunken mark she found just now, and explained word by word: "Look at the mark here. , It is said that there is a mother and daughter living in it, and according to the strength value, it is definitely not their fault, so someone has come here and a fight happened."
She hesitated to speak, and Peter felt that it was very profound, and his bright eyes were full of admiration, and he looked at Barala who raised his chin.
At this time, Polly, who was listening in a daze, poked his head out, trying to make a clear distinction: "That... this sunken mark was made by my father when he was drunk."
Barala: ...
Peter: ...
Barala: "This blue boy is not cute at all!"
Polly, who understood clearly this time, grabbed Peter's clothes and stuck out his tongue at her.
Polly's round head: "The master's father said that this kind of behavior is called pretending to fail."
Peter smirked and ran through his hair.
Peter's round eyes: "Is this really a detective? It feels so amateurish..."
Peter's upturned nose: "I think she shouldn't dare to lie to the police."
Peter's mouth began to murmur again: "If the police come here and there is no dead person, will they also take the owner away to make a record? What should Aunt Mei do if she finds out? After all, the owner is also here to watch her call Yes, why don't we confirm it with her? But I feel that her mouth is less reliable than mine. Just now, she said that she is a lawyer and cheated the master. If she is cheated again, it will be so miserable. So why? I think she is not a lawyer or a detective, but a professional liar, the more I talk about it, the more I think about it, you look at her expression, as if she is enduring something, do you think I am right! Right!"
Barala: Hehe
It is estimated that there are often fatal incidents of fights in Queens, and the police are used to it, but they come here with ease. Detective Ali, who has been in charge of this area, walked into this residential building and just got out of the elevator. Turning a corner, he saw that The familiar red coat makes my brain hurt badly.
"I said, do you have the physique of a god of death? You can encounter cases every time."
Ali is a middle-aged man with a big belly, a bit like a low-profile version of Lestrade, and he doesn't know what evil he has committed. In the area he manages, he will always meet this private detective in red clothes from time to time. Don't worry about it. Every time I solve a case with her, I feel that a group of people have no IQ. That's not enough. I can choke to death even if I say it. However, those young guys in the group still love to join her. , Even leading him as a detective has no prestige.
Ba Lala waved her hand, showing her small white teeth at him.
"Yo, what a coincidence, Inspector Ali."
Peter stood beside him with little Polly. Seeing that Miss Barala knew the police detective so well, he felt a little relieved, but when he thought that there might really be a dead person inside, he became a little nervous. He patted Polly on the head and motioned for him to hug the detective. Go down and play football for a while and then come up again.
Polly hugged the football tightly, looked at the locked gate, pursed his lips, nodded, and ran away staring.
Peter is also stupid, he also let other children stay away, forgetting that he is also a weak and nerdy little boy on the surface.
When other policemen saw Barala, they greeted her friendly.
Detective Ali asked, "Are you sure there is a body in here?"
He had seen Barala's unique crime-solving skills a long time ago, and thought it was because of his high IQ, so he didn't think much about it.
Barala pointed to the door: "If you break it open, you will know."
Detective Ali: "..."
The blond brother who followed behind him said with a smile, "Balala never talks nonsense. Didn't she find the murderer who opened up the body last time?" The other male police officers also echoed.
Detective Ali, who had nothing to say, applied for a search warrant to the police station after knocking on the door to no avail. After everything was settled, he raised his jaw and signaled him and another brother to come out and knock on the door.
"If there is no dead body inside, you will follow us back to the police station for tea this time." Detective Ali said with his waist in his arms, without looking at Barala.
Barala couldn't explain that she called the police when she heard the crying of the dead body inside.
The quality of the door in this kind of place is not very strong. Two strong young men creaked and slammed open the door without hitting it twice.
After knocking open the door, there was a faint stench coming from the door.
Barala quickly took out her handkerchief and covered her nose.
Inspector Ali, who was only joking with Barala, also smelled it, his expression tightened, he walked in first, and said without looking back: "Go and contact the forensic doctor, and put a cordon on the door, don't damage the inside." Crime scene."
Peter wanted to follow in and take a look, but was stopped by the police who were pulling the cordon, and said with a smile: "Children, hurry up and find your mother, this is not where your players live."
Peter: ...
He glanced at Barala who was able to walk into the scene of the crime, thinking that she was really a detective and had such a close relationship with the police.
That's how easy it is for someone to do things.
It seemed that his gaze was too eager, or his inner voice was too strong, anyway, Barala, who was about to walk in, suddenly stopped, and winked at Peter: "Hey, wait until my sister reads the tragedy that happened inside." Please go eat pizza."
The little spider blushed all of a sudden.
The policemen controlling the crowd on the periphery twitched their mouths.
The back of the policeman's head: "Please, he is still a child, if you want to ravage, ravage my master!"
Barala: ...
A cordon separates all good people.
Barala took out the rubber gloves she had to wear from her coat pocket, took the foot gloves handed over by the policeman she knew well, and after finishing the preparations, lightly covered her nose, and walked inside while looking around the room.
The decoration of the room is very simple and warm. There are traces of two people living everywhere. There are large and small cups, large and small dishes, and large and small toiletries. Even though they are simple, they are neatly arranged. It is very clean, which shows that this mother is very attentive to her child and has poured a lot of love into it.
The body was found in the living room, stabbed through the throat with a sword, and nailed directly to the wall like a poor piece of paper.
Her corpse has already started to show corpse spots, her eyes are protruding, her eyes are bulging, her mouth is slightly open as if she wants to say something, her arms and fingers are slightly bent and stiff, showing a strange shape, spreading along her neck to her feet The blood that trickled down into a pool had also coagulated and dried up.The corpse had probably been dead for a few days, and it began to slowly emit a disgusting stench, which made everyone cover their mouths and noses.
Ever since Barala gained this ability, she has dealt with corpses a lot.She who often squats in the morgue is quite rejected in her heart, but there is no way to do it. If she comes out to make a living, no matter how disgusting she has to go on.
But among all the corpses, what she hates the most is not the forensic doctor who disembowels them, but the ones that are slowly decomposing to the point of losing their human form, but whether there are any rotten organs that still have a trace of vitality...
Especially there are some lively little bugs...
Sorry, let her vomit first.
Every time she thinks of this kind of scene, Ba Lala feels as if her body is full of bugs, she is horrified, and even loses her appetite.
Clutching her handkerchief, she slowly approached the corpse that didn't look too rotten, and Barala squinted her eyes to listen to their voices.
She can't communicate with pure bones, so she can't do anything about the long-standing unsolved cases. In the current situation, she can barely chat.
All the organs of the corpse were weeping, as if realizing that he was about to die, and there was despair in his voice.
The finger of the corpse: "For God's sake, the master's child must survive safely."
Mouth of the corpse: "Oh my god, I feel like my life is passing and the only thing that bothers me is angle."
Angle should be her daughter.
The neck of the corpse: "The evil murderer took away the souvenirs left by the master's husband. What happened here?"
Hearing these words, Barala looked at her neck subconsciously. This memorial should be hung around her neck, something like a necklace. The way it was snatched was very rough. It was pulled off from the back of her neck. You can see the pulling bruise, which is hard to notice because it's so close to the wound on the arrowhead.
The police checked all the rooms and reported to Detective Ali: "There are no signs of fighting in the room, and no property has been lost." That is to say, burglary is probably excluded. "
"She still has a daughter, didn't you find it?" Barala frowned slightly, paced around the living room, picked up the photo frame on the cabinet, but found that the photo inside had been taken away.
"All the places in the room where photos can be placed have been moved and taken away." Another female policeman also discovered this, and concluded after coming out of the deceased's bedroom, "and the little girl's body was not found at the scene. The corpse should still be alive."
Perhaps this little girl was the only witness at the scene.
Detective Ali, with his hands behind his back, ordered two people to go outside to investigate the nearby neighbors, and by the way, he called out the surveillance of this building.Then he looked back at Barala, who had a harmonious relationship with their group, who seemed to be in no man's land, and said angrily, "Tell me, if you find anything, or leave the crime scene as soon as possible."
Detective Ali's temper is such duplicity.
Barala pursed her lips and pointed at the bruise on the back of her neck with a smile, "The prisoner should have aimed at the thing hanging on her neck. It takes a certain distance to pierce the sword through the throat. This room is so small, it must be used Do not open, follow the trajectory of the arrow."
She stretched out a finger and compared it to the direction of the arrow, and then pointed in a straight line. The eyes of the two passed through the moving crowd and landed on the exhaust hole left by the bedroom with the open door after removing the air conditioner.
The corners of Detective Ali's eyes twitched, with a disbelieving expression on his face: "The diameter of this vent hole is only five centimeters. No matter how good the archery is, it would be difficult for someone with good archery skills to shoot in from the outside." And he killed people all at once.
This can only be done by someone with great archery skills. The Olympic champion is probably very close.
Ba Lala was noncommittal, she knew an archery enthusiast who was so amazing, but he didn't bother to fight for gold, silver and bronze medals
And the size of this vent hole is indeed a bit unreliable, not only to pass through the hole successfully, but also to seize the opportunity to kill the dead, an assassination method that seems impossible to outsiders, if it is Barton, shooting the dead is more than enough Bar.
Thinking of this, Barala wanted to take a closer look at the structure of the arrow. The body of the arrow was smooth and clean, and there was a small imprint at the junction of the arrow tail and the body. She tilted her head and carefully looked at the slightly After seeing the sunken imprint, he straightened up and blinked.
Detective Ali was beside her, sensing that something was wrong with her, he turned his head and asked, "What did you find?"
"No, it's okay. It's just that I tilted my head and twisted my neck just now, and my neck is a little stiff." Barala held her neck and grinned.
Seeing this ugliness, Detective Ali: "..."
Detective Ali: "Okay, don't make trouble here, you are not allowed to come in, now go out after reading, and I will make a record for you, the first discoverer."
Detective Ali knew what Barala was capable of, because Barala and the others had also successfully cracked many cases, and their efficiency had improved significantly, so they were extra merciful to her.
This time, Barala, who stayed on the scene without being slutty, held her neck and left obediently without saying a word.
The little spider Peter was still guarding the door, not only him, but also many troublemakers who were alarmed by the police were also muttering outside the cordon.
Peter could clearly feel that Barala's mood was completely different after she walked in and out. He wanted to start a conversation, but before he walked over, he saw her take out her mobile phone from her coat pocket and lower her head to make a call.
Barton's phone prompts to shut down.
Ba Lala pursed her lips and called Coulson again.
After a few rings, Coulson got connected.
Barala didn't exchange pleasantries, and asked, "Where's Barton?"
Coulson on the other end of the phone obviously paused, as if there was something hidden, and he didn't answer her question, and asked instead, "Did you see Barton?"
small theater:
In order to satisfy the little spider's desire to play football.
The members of the Avengers decided to hold a friendly football match every year. For the sake of fairness and openness of the game, they agreed that everyone can use superpowers without violating the rules maliciously.
This year is the first year, led by Captain America and Iron Man respectively.
The members of the Captain America team include Thor, Hulk, Winter Soldier and Hawkeye. The five of them discussed head to head and decided to call the team the Muscle Team.
The members of the Iron Man team include Little Spider, Little Ant, Little Cheap and Xingjue. The five of them discussed with each other and decided to call the team Deyun Society... No, it's called the Mouth Cannon Team.
Kuaiyin, who carried his own cheating device, was eliminated. Everyone agreed that if he ran, the ball would not be enough for him to kick.
The depressed Kuaiyin looked unhappy and joined the cheerleading team composed of Black Widow, Scarlet Witch and Barala.
Sherlock, John, and Coulson who came to watch were passers-by A, B, and C.
Sherlock felt that this kind of exercise was boring, and he might as well find a few more cases to play with.
John found it very interesting and was very interested in watching it.
And Coulson...
Coulson: "Fortunately, I brought my camera today. This kind of exclusive photos can be kept as a souvenir for a lifetime."
As he spoke, he slapped Captain America wildly.
Before the game, everyone stood face to face and greeted each other.
Iron Man, who felt a shadow over his head, felt that a loser cannot lose, so he spoke first: "This is not a football game, you guys look after that big guy, don't let him kick people like a ball."
The transformed Hulk sprayed Iron Man with his nostrils.
Iron Man wiped his face and put on his helmet: "I fucking thought it was raining."
Captain America took a look at his team, and felt that there seemed to be only Hawkeye in the discussion...
Hawkeye, who was entrusted with the important task, was frightened by the eyes of the American team, thought for a while and said to the excited team, "We are playing football this time, not cross talk."
The five people who have been popularized by Barala about what cross talk is: =. =
After the pre-court greeting, the two teams started the game.
---
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