Chapter 231 Daily life in a three-person apartment
"Don't tell Stark, you know what I mean." Salomon said to Agent Romanov when they were about to leave, "If I let that guy act randomly, he will definitely take me to a noisy bar.
Then he would order me one glass after another of non-alcoholic drinks, and then he would get so drunk that he would vomit in his crotch and pass out. Or worse, he would take me to see a fat Hawaiian dancer, then party and drink,
He would smoke big, get drunk, and eventually vomit in his crotch and fall unconscious. The worst thing was that he would take me to Las Vegas, lose millions of dollars in one night, and treat everyone to drinks.
Then he got so drunk that he vomited in his crotch and fell unconscious."
"Why are the results you mentioned so similar?" Natasha asked with a smile, "Why do you always think that Stark will vomit in his crotch."
"Because I would let him do it. Speaking of which, I don't know if there is something wrong with Nick Fury's brain. He actually thought that my psychological problem was serious. So he found Steve Rogers and asked him to
He tried to enlighten me, but Steve couldn't communicate with me, so he asked Tony again." Salomon sighed, "Actually, Stark's behavior is pretty good. Captain Rogers will probably sign up for me to join the Boy Scouts.
Army, some weird Catholic groups or similar organizations that know how to play PY, or just watch some local church TV programs. Apart from these things, what else can he do? Teach me how to box? He might also
Can’t you defeat me? Or do I need God’s permission for everything I do?”
"Actually, Captain Rogers is not as old-fashioned as you think. He just hasn't found the way of life in this era. Now is peacetime, and he will not recover so easily." Agent Romanov was amused, "In his time
, these organizations are not that bad. Moreover, his treatment of heretics is not as harsh as you think, and he does not care about religious issues."
"Priests have been fond of little boys for hundreds of years. Are American priests better? I don't think Protestantism is any better than the Roman Church. Also, I am an unbeliever. God damn me.
There is still a debt to be settled with God! I don’t even know if my biological father is that guy! Sometimes I think that even if my biological father were some guy in prison, he would be better off than he is now. F*uck
!Everyone’s life is a torture. Sometimes I wish I had not been born!” After the mystic mage finished talking on the phone, he drank the hot tea in one gulp. He stared into the beautiful light green eyes of the female spy,
Slowly relaxed.
She was also looking into Salomon's eyes, as if she wanted to find out something.
"What about you, Natasha? Have you recovered? Has Nick Fury hired a psychiatrist for you?"
"No." Agent Romanov's smile disappeared. She pretended not to care and looked at the teacup and shrugged, "But I am an agent, I can solve these small problems."
"Hmm, it seems because my danger level is higher than yours, otherwise that idiot wouldn't be so restless. As for you, poor guy, you haven't put the pieces of your mind back together yet.
If you continue like this, you will have a schizophrenia sooner or later."
Agent Romanoff shrugged again, indicating that she didn't care. Although she might care, she wouldn't show it, and Salomon had no way of knowing what she was thinking. He was a polite man and wouldn't let this happen. Use magic to spy on other people's thoughts.
"Okay~ That's it." Seeing that she didn't want to say more, the Mystic Mage gave up the topic, "Fuck the Boy Scouts, fuck the bar, I've never been there, and I don't want to go either. I don't like American life - parties, parties, never-ending parties, drinking, big boys, tattoos, the noisy life is boring, I always thought that Americans have a button behind their backs, and they just press it You will laugh non-stop, and then you will become hysterical if you press it a few more times. If you press it a few more times, you will get some strange psychological diseases. Phobia of unfamiliar environments? Have you heard of this disease?
Ha, I guess the brains of those stupid Americans may not be as good as the difference engine! And Nick Fury, I even doubt whether his brain can perform four arithmetic operations! If I really caused trouble, he would have been killed long ago Yes! And that Alexander Pierce, I will strangle him to death with his intestines sooner or later! You remember to tell the damn Nick Fury that if he disturbs my quiet life again, I will open his skull .That won’t kill him, but it will give him some peace and quiet for a while before SHIELD repairs his skull.”
Talking ill about your boss always makes people happy, and the lighter topics made Agent Romanov relax again. Of course, the delicious food also played a role. "Are you ready?" Agent Romanov put Salomon on his plate. She cut a small piece of the fruit syrup pie in her mouth, put it into her mouth, and winked playfully. Her emotions changed very quickly, just like when she was performing a task. This was the result of a fragmented mind—— Everything she said was true to her knowledge, and the lie detector test was useless on Natasha.
"You couldn't have come to ask for my help without bringing a gift. I know you, Salomon, you will be ready for anything." Agent Romanov stretched out his hand, "A gift, young gentleman."
"Of course." The mystic took a shoe box from the android. He opened the box and found a pair of suede high heels decorated with simple bows. "Salvatore Ferragamo's high heels, the uppers are made of mulberry silk and viscose fabrics. And tubular piping and water snake. These are your shoes, Natasha."
"How much did it cost you?"
"Not much, fourteen hundred dollars, just bought it on the roadside." The mystic said, "The U.S. dollars are just pieces of paper to me, and I'm glad that the waste paper can be put to use."
"Your mouth is so sweet."
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"You spent fourteen hundred dollars." Joan of Arc was sitting on a chair in the dining room. She was wearing glasses, holding a ledger and a pencil in her hands, drawing one stroke at a time. The Cheshire cat was spread out on her knees. Open, motionless, and seemed to be enjoying sleep. This stupid cat has liked that feeling since he went to a SPA. Salomon didn’t know that Cheshire Cat likes soft music or good-smelling aromatherapy. , I still simply like the feeling of having my eyes covered with cucumber slices. But in any case, after maintenance, its fur color is much brighter, and it likes to cling to Joan more and more. It seems to have forgotten who sent it to the pet hospital. Already.
"What did you buy?" Joan of Arc pointed the tip of her pencil at Salomon, as if holding a rapier, and her question was as sharp as the rapier. Only Bayonetta was still sitting on the sofa watching the play - this
It's a common thing in this apartment, a family affair of three people, and there's always one person who can watch the show.
"Gift." The mystic replied with a smile, "Gift expenditure."
"What gift requires fourteen hundred dollars? I know you don't care about dollars, but that's my salary, the money I put into our living fund!" Joan of Arc seemed a little annoyed, and her angry man lay on her knees.
The Cheshire cat raised her head in confusion, and then licked her finger.
"I pay the water and electricity bills for this apartment. Neither you nor Ceresa care about these trivial matters!"
"My dear Joan of Arc, why don't you use my bank card? I'm too lazy to count the numbers on it. You know the password, and Bayonetta and I have given you the management of the bank account. In addition, the community
I attended the meeting. I didn’t mean anything else, I just mentioned it.”
"That's your money!"
"It's also yours. It's the money used to support my expenses in secular society, but do you think I care? We are a family. This is what you said, and Bayonetta said it, and I think so too.
The family has to share the burden, so you can enjoy the dollars in my account and spend them however you want."
"That's right." Bayonetta fanned the flames, "The little guy is so generous, why don't you appreciate it?"
"You're not married to him yet, Theresa!"
"It's almost over, dear Joan of Arc. It's only been in the past ten years anyway. But we still want to hear Athena's thoughts. What did she say to you?"