The Dragon That Devours the World

Boston, Wendy's home.

Quietly in the living room, Roberts and his daughter, Joan, sat face to face on two sofas, with a coffee table in between, and no one spoke.

Joan was sitting on the sofa, head down, swinging her feet unconsciously, the smoky makeup on her face had been erased, and the hippie-style clothes on her body had been changed into regular everyday clothes. Opposite her, Roberts was Looking at the daughter in front of him with a gloomy expression.

In the kitchen not far away, Wendy was washing the dishes, but her ears had long been quietly pricked up, always listening to the movement in the living room.

Seeing Joan who was somewhat afraid in front of him, Roberts understood that his daughter was afraid of himself, which made him a little bit disappointed. No father would like to see his child fearing himself rather than loving himself. However, there are some things that must be faced.

Roberts took a deep breath to adjust his mood, then said in a low voice.

"I understand that you were born in the United States and have been living here since childhood. In many places, your personality is very similar to that of Americans... But I don’t care how Americans educate their children. His great-grandfather is still a knight canonized by the Queen. Our family has been a gentleman for generations. In an English family, you are never allowed to be so frivolous, especially..."

Speaking of anger, Roberts unconsciously hurried, but he soon realized this, suppressed it hard, and then gritted his teeth.

"What kind of gangs are you going to form."

Roberts has seen more fights between the gangs. Perhaps some young people pursue these, but Roberts doesn’t catch a cold at all. He is unwilling to let his daughter participate in his current life and death, just ordinary. Be an ordinary girl, go to school, grow up, get married, have children...just spend your life quietly.

Because of this, Roberts is extremely sensitive to the fact that his daughter forms a joke gang.

And the daughter looked very obedient and lowered her head, which made Roberts a little bit relieved in his anger, at least not irretrievably, but the next moment, this comfort was torn to shreds by anger.

"It's just playing with a few friends, what's the big deal...stiff."

At this moment, Roberts heard his daughter's murmur and dissatisfaction.

"Dare to talk back!"

Roberts was furious. He couldn't help standing up, his face showed a habitual coldness, but he realized his wrong in the next moment. His expression is very useful to scare those enemies and gangsters, but he shouldn't face his daughter. such.

Unexpectedly, Joan, who had always been quiet and bowed his head, suddenly raised his head. Those azure eyes looked at Roberts in front of him without fear, and said loudly.

"You haven't come back to see me very much since you were a kid. You only see me once a year. You have never controlled me. What qualifications do you have to care about me now!

"you……"

Roberts couldn't help but stretch out his hand, but he couldn't open his mouth.

......You have never controlled me, what right do you have to care about me now!

This sentence was inserted into Roberts' heart like a knife, causing the guilt and hesitation that he had hidden for many years to burst out in an instant. Although neither Joan nor Wendy had said this in the past, he understood that he was not. A good father.

But Joan didn't notice her father's complicated expression. She ran to the door in a rage and slammed it out.

It was not until Joan left that Roberts sat down on the sofa and fell into silence. At this time, Wendy, who was always listening to all this in the kitchen, walked out with a cup of brewed tea in her hand.

"Would you like afternoon tea? Gentleman."

Wendy looked unexpectedly quiet, and showed no surprise at Joan's departure.

"You should be aware of these things Joan did in school."

Roberts took the tea and said without looking up.

Wendy chose a suitable position, then sat on the sofa, squeezed the tea in one hand, took a sip, then raised his eyes to look at Roberts in front of him with a smile.

"Joan has been living with me, of course I know."

Roberts didn't speak, he knew Wendy would definitely have his own explanation, and as expected, Wendy continued.

"Actually, I don’t think anything. Joan just feels lonely and bored. She was very timid and fearful when she was a child. She often saw people hiding behind me. It was the same until you saw her two years ago, even though I was falling down. I haven’t been bullied much, but after all, I don’t have any friends..."

Holding the tea and watching the water rippling in the tea, Wendy seemed to think of the past years and couldn't help smiling.

"She didn’t get better until she got to high school. Because of her good physical fitness, she was able to win championships in many games, and she also participated in some fan groups such as baseball, so she gradually became popular with many peers. She, she has gradually become more cheerful, even as you just saw, some girls still care about her as the eldest sister."

With that, Wendy couldn't help but laughed. She put down the teacup in her hand and looked up at Roberts in front of her and said.

"After all, it's just a joke between children, so why do you care so much."

Roberts lowered his head, was silent for a while, then murmured.

"I just don't want her to follow the same path as me."

It was because of his involvement that Roberts understood what kind of path this was, so he could not tolerate any signs of his daughter being involved.

Wendy couldn't help shaking her head after hearing this.

"You are too sensitive..."

After that, she lowered her head, gently shook the tea cup, and then said pointedly.

"Besides... can you really get out of it completely."

Wendy's meaning Roberts understands that people like them can really keep children from touching their own world at all?

Roberts was silent.

He looked at the body of the teacup. Suddenly, his eyes contracted slightly, as if he had noticed something strange, but his face showed no strangeness. He just calmly looked up at Wendy in front of him and said.

"Wendy, please help me see where Joan is going, I'm a little worried about her."

Wendy raised her head, looked at him with some doubts, then looked at his expression, and then nodded.

"Well, I'm going now."

When Wendy was about to leave, Roberts suddenly stopped her.

"and many more!"

Then Wendy turned around suspiciously. Before she could react, Roberts had stepped forward and hugged her, and then said in her ear.

"For so many years, you have helped me take care of Joan..."

Wendy also seemed to be moved, with a little mist in her eye sockets, bit her lip, and nodded.

Then Wendy also left, and Roberts was alone in the entire villa. He sat back on the sofa again, drank tea quietly, and waited for the return of the two...

On the street, Wendy carried a women's handbag, and then she passed by an ice cream shop, as if thinking of something, she entered the ice cream shop, and all this had been seen by a pair of secret eyes.

Looking at the surveillance camera somewhere, a man raised the intercom in his hand and said.

"Target B enters the XX ice cream shop and asks the people present to investigate. Repeat again. Target B enters the XX ice cream shop and asks the people present to investigate..."

It didn't take long before he got a response.

"...The target was not found in the XX ice cream shop, the target has been lost, repeat, the target was not found in the XX ice cream shop, the target has been lost..."

The man was stunned, how could he be lost? The ice cream shop is that big, where can she go?

But Fu Wushuang did not come singly, and there was another response immediately afterwards.

"Object A went to the toilet after drinking tea, but now there has been no movement for 15 minutes. I suspect that we have been exposed..."

Listening to the news in silence, the man's face was gloomy, and he threw the walkie-talkie in his hand to the ground.

"FUCK! FUCKYOU!"

...

At the same time, on a street not far from the ice cream shop, a woman wearing sunglasses hurried past the crowd. She could still feel Roberts holding her... with her fingers on her back. Symbol touch.

It is a secret communication symbol that only they can understand.

"We are being watched."

...

"Steady! Savage! Smelly guy! Badass..."

On the street, a pretty red-haired girl kicked an empty beverage can while walking, and she was still cursing angrily. The poor empty beverage can was kicked by her. A passerby frowned to stop him, but she glared fiercely, closed his mouth abruptly, and had to leave desperately.

After the anger subsided, the girl leaned against a wall and silently looked at the pedestrians on the road.

Sometimes when she sees the children who are being led by her parents, she will look at them silently, then squeeze her long hair, then turn her head and try to make herself stop looking. After all, she has been watching for a long time. That's it... isn't it?

Well, she is really envious, so what.

Although Wendy was very nice to her, if she couldn't see her parents from the time she remembered, the only "father" still only met once a year, and she would feel timid anyway.

When Joan was very young, she always had a nightmare. She dreamed that even Wendy didn’t want herself anymore. Everyone didn’t want herself. She cried and yelled but couldn’t call them back. Whenever she dreamed of this In dreams, she would be awakened by a fright, and then hid under the quilt and choked and cried alone.

Until she grew up, although she had gradually stopped having such dreams, the timid fear of being abandoned has always accompanied her for a long, long time...

Inexplicably lost in my heart.

For some reason, she would think of the complicated and unspeakable expression on Roberts's face before she slammed the door. At that time, she was only angry but did not observe carefully. Looking back now, it seems that Roberts is also sad.

She is not stupid. When she was a child, she might not be able to understand why "Dad didn't come back", but after living for so many years, she could vaguely guess that the complicated relationship between Wendy and Roberts was definitely not a "good friend", or even the two of them. Also has any special identity...

Sometimes she also fantasizes, is her father an agent? Or international thieves? Or something like Batman who turns into a night law enforcer at night? So because of various reasons ~www.readwn.com~ can't go home?

However, she has stopped making such fantasies. How could this be possible? Do you think making a movie?

When thinking of Roberts’s complex and unspeakable expression, she felt a deep sense of revenge in her heart, but at the same time, there was also some pity and intolerance. She understood that her father had his own difficulties, and she actually didn’t want to Seeing Roberts's sad expression...

No no no! He is the villain! Worse than Hydra, not worthy of sympathy at all!

Perceiving the sympathy girl in her heart, she shook her head hurriedly, slapped her face hard, took a deep breath, and wanted to throw that sympathy away. She didn't want to sympathize with that guy. That guy deserved it anyway.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of a motorcycle speeding past her. The sound was so strong that the voices of the crowd could not be covered.

She turned her head suspiciously, but saw the motorcycle beside her, a strong arm forcibly hugged herself onto the motorcycle, and at the same time, there was a gunshot.

"Da da da!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Behind him were numerous screams and panic fleeing. Before Joan could react, he instinctively tried to resist. The owner who was holding his hand and wearing a driving helmet suddenly uttered a familiar voice.

"Quick! Sit down!"

That anxious voice...

Joan couldn't help looking. Isn't that sharp eyes and shaggy face the same as his father? At the same time, the horn of a police car also appeared behind him. At this moment, Joan, who was still in confusion in his mind, barely felt vaguely from the thousands of threads...

It seems that I have been hunted down together with my dad who only met once a year? ! !