Back home.

Barbara couldn't wait to ask Baker, who was heading towards the bar to prepare to rinse his mouth with Bourbon, "What do you mean by sadness?"

Baker had no expression on his face, "Just be sad."

Said.

Baker told Barbara a long story and told him about his previous story in Chicago.

He killed more than a hundred black people and robbed the stolen money from more than 30 gangs from all over the world. Unfortunately, he was discovered by his uncle during the money laundering process. Then, his uncle and two ignorant sisters joined forces to let Baker escape from Chicago.

It's that simple.

Finally.

Baker complained to Barbara, "Do you think I'm wrong? I'm sixteen years old, both my parents died, I have a car and a house, but I also have a 14-year-old sister who is 12-year-old and has to go to school. I'm wrong with robbing the gang money to save my poor?"

There is no doubt.

It's certainly true. Baker was an individualist in his previous life. Although he changed his skin color in this life, at most he would be like yellow and white coexist.

But whether it is yellow or white, can that be called a human?

cannot.

So Baker was confident.

Barbara was shocked when she heard this. She was not shocked by Baker's values, but she was silent for a while and felt something was wrong. "I think your two sisters are not ignorant, but they are too sensible."

Such a ruthless person can trigger a riot in the city with his own strength.

and……

Barbara said, "Since your uncle can find you with the clues, then the gangsters you robbed must be able to do it too, so..."

They are protecting you.

Baker scoffed at Barbara's understanding "Do I need their protection?"

Dare to come?

hehe.

Give it a try.

If they dare to come, Baker dares to bury it!

I don’t sleep for a day or a night, and walk from the east of Chicago to the west, then turn around, walk from the south to the north.

If it doesn't work once, then it will be back and forth again.

Killing one person will make them angry, but killing one thousand or ten thousand will only make them feel scared and afraid.

Kill one is a fierce one, kill ten thousand is a hero!

"Then you become the number one terrorist."

"Do I care?"

"You really don't care, but it's obvious that your uncle and your two sisters care."

“…”

Baker paused the wine glass in his hand slightly, squinted his eyes, and looked at Barbara with a blank expression, "Hey, where are you standing?"

I want to complain to you because I need you to stand on my side.

It seems something is wrong.

Barbara smiled, “I stand on the side of the truth, the truth and the facts.”

This is the New York Police Department’s oath.

Only then did Baker remember that the lady who looked very charming tonight was an agent of SHIELD, and the New York commander after the end of this year.

so……

Opposite.

Baker put down the wine glass in his hand and walked towards the stairs of choice to "sleep."

Barbara smiled and looked at Baker's back as he climbed the stairs, "Together."

Baker "..."

the next day.

early morning.

When Baker came to the living room, he still smelled the smell. God knew why Barbara, who was proficient in countless melee fighting skills, also had such profound attainments in cooking.

Is it the same essence and all kinds of things?

...This is not the martial arts world, and Barbara is not practicing the Nine Yang Divine Arts.

"You really don't plan to go there?"

"Think about it."

Baker sat down on the bar bar stool, took a sip of coffee and said, "It's only a maximum of two hours to fly from New York to Chicago."

The time to take the Codo is very short, at most half an hour.

It's only at six o'clock in the morning, and the community church held a prayer ceremony at noon, so there is plenty of time.

Baker looked at Barbara who was busy in Taichung, and then noticed Barbara's apron, "Hey, where's the one before?"

The apron on Barbara's body today is not the Winnie Bear before, but a very blond and cartoon-like girl. If you look closely, there is also a beauty mole between the eyebrows of this cartoon girl that is the same as Barbara.

Let it add a little charm to the cold and beautiful...

Barbara shoveled the fried eggs into the dish in front of Baker and "shut it away."

Baker said oh.

While eating.

Barbara thought for a while and said to Baker, "You said before that, you had a good relationship with this Adam before. Since that's the case, I think you should go back."

Baker looked up at Barbara, "What's the reason?"

Barbara shrugged “He is your friend, isn’t he?”

She had seen what Hero Moulton's methods were like without any scruples.

so……

Barbara feels that compared to such a person who doesn't take life into consideration at all, uh... although it's only for a certain skin color, it's not good.

The reason is very simple.

Barbara felt that if Baker Morton was so indifferent and unscrupulous, he would sooner or later cause big trouble.

Baker's image in Barbara's heart is a tiger, and it is a flying tiger with wings but no ropes. If he gets angry, he will rush towards him.

There should be a rope to pull it. Although the rope may be fragile, it is the least effective, and it can also make this flying tiger worry.

Baker's face turned dark, "I don't want to talk about this."

This is not a question of good intentions or bad intentions.

You think you drove me away with kindness for my own good, but in fact, you just don't trust me. My special meow has worked hard to get you up. Do you actually believe in an outsider who doesn't believe in your own brother?

Baker was in a bad mood after thinking about this.

It's like a Chinese pastoral three-cat cat with a fever in childhood.

Fever.

bray.

The most fierce one.

only……

"Um!"

Baker's eyes widened. After a while, Baker took a step back and looked at Barbara who had just attacked him speechlessly. He angrily said, "What are you doing?"

Barbara smiled and said, "No, I just saw your expression so cute."

"cute?"

"Well, it's a pity that I didn't take a picture."

“…”

Baker took a deep breath, glanced at Barbara expressionlessly, then turned straight toward the open air.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

“Go to Chicago.”

"Didn't you say you can't go?"

"I'm staying here, I'm afraid I can't help but kill you."

“…”

cute?

What is the international joke? Cute is a paper to describe girls. For men, especially men in suits and ties like Baker, male hormone explosions, these two words are a huge shame.

Otherwise, Baker would have thought that Barbara had taken care of nearly thirty years when he was in a coma...well, twenty-nine and a half hours.

Barbara is dead now.
Chapter completed!