Ten minutes later, when Su Ming revealed the lower half of his face and was eating cupcakes and watching TV, Carol returned to him with a tired look on his face.
As if she had lost her soul, she kept smiling at everyone around her and returned to sit down at the bar, resting her head on the orange cat's soft belly.
"I'm so tired. Everyone is so enthusiastic."
"You've exposed your identity now, are you sure this is okay?" Su Ming took a sip of coffee and tasted the pie.
"I've thought about it. Anyway, I plan to report to the Air Force, and my identity will be exposed by then. It's better to let the people in my hometown know first." Carol played with the orange cat's tail with her fingers, pulling the fluffy tail away.
Wrapped around the finger: "I'm sorry, you thought a lot about me, but I still can't adapt to life wearing a mask."
The orange cat, who was eating the cake gracefully, looked at her with disgust, pulled back his tail, and slapped her on the face.
"Meow!"
Carol thought she had hurt the cat, so she quickly touched its back and apologized to the cat until it purred comfortably.
"Whatever you want, but having your identity exposed will make life very tiring. Just be mentally prepared." Su Ming ate an apple pie. The pie in this store was indeed very unusual and had a refreshing feeling: "But then again,
Maybe you can create a precedent for superheroes not to be masked."
Carol smiled sheepishly, not hearing the deep meaning of Deathstroke's words. She also picked up a cake and ate it.
"I'd better wear a mask when fighting bad guys. It's one thing to be known by your own people, but it's another thing to be remembered by the enemy."
Su Ming wiped his mouth and pushed the remaining half of the pie to the element-devouring beast.
"It's a good thing you're not in the Army, otherwise I would suspect you were going to paint camouflage on your face."
Carol thought the pie was for herself, so she dragged the plate in front of her and raised her knife and fork: "Maybe, but nothing you say can affect me. I want to eat this pie now."
, I’ve been thinking about it for several years, ugh!”
Seeing the pie being taken away from him by the woman, who was still eating it with big mouthfuls, the orange cat's head slowly turned towards her, and his eyes became dangerous.
It was indeed incorporated into the Pegasus project after Carol left the earth. Originally, it had been following the human spacecraft that landed on the moon to the earth for many years, and had been wandering in the streets.
The battle between Marvell and Yongluoge caused a big stir, making him realize that there was energy to eat there.
So it waited for the incident to pass, sneaked into the Tianma Project base, and was caught on purpose.
It only needs to show that it can eat anything, and those fools in white coats will keep feeding it all kinds of food, and it will live a happy life.
But one day, a blue slime monster escaped from the bondage. Because of its contagiousness, people felt like they were facing a powerful enemy. They closed the base and escaped, and the orange cat's good life was over.
It ate the monster, but it was also trapped deep underground. The wall couldn't find a place for its mouth, so it could only sleep in boredom.
Until Deathstroke and Ms. Marvel reopened the base and awakened it.
When the two of them were looking for something, it slipped out through the crack in the door and waited outside. Through years of research on humans, it was successfully adopted by the woman by acting coquettishly and cutely.
But now? This woman will compete with herself for food...
Su Ming knocked it on the head and shook his head. Some people on the earth can eat it, while others cannot. I believe the element-devouring beast can understand.
Besides, how much food can a half-Kree person eat? Carol's stomach had shrunk long ago after only being exposed to nutritious cream for several years at Halla.
Sure enough, she said she had wanted to eat this pie for several years, but she was already full after just a few bites, and the rest was from Orange Cat.
The element-devouring beast nodded with satisfaction, put its head on the plate, licked it with its little tongue and started eating. Everyone's attention was on Carol and Deathstroke, and no one noticed why this cat ate so fast.
.
"Oh, I can't eat anymore." Carol covered her stomach and sighed: "I don't think I should have eaten that burger before."
"Get used to it slowly." Su Ming wiped his mouth and the visor formed by strangulation covered the lower half of his face again: "But you may have your first fan."
As he spoke, he pointed at the figure walking out of the kitchen.
It was a fat aunt with white hair who looked very kind. She was peeking at the two of them, as if she wanted to come over and speak but didn't dare.
Carol sat up, arranged her hair, and put on a decent smile: "Hi, Li, do you want to see me?"
"Carol, is it really you?" The old lady looked a little unsure. She took a few steps forward, but then stopped.
"Of course it's me. I've been eating here since I was a child, but I didn't expect to come here today and cause trouble for you." Carol scratched her head in embarrassment. This old woman was considered one of her elders.
Although they were not related by blood, every time they were beaten at home, the three siblings would run here to escape. The old lady, who was still relatively young at that time, would always give them something to eat.
"It's good that it's you. You're still alive." The old lady was still watching TV calmly when she saw the death knell. She bravely walked over and grabbed Carol's hand: "Some people from the Air Force came here in the past few years. They
I told Mary that you were MIA, and that you didn’t operate the plane properly because you didn’t fly the plane, so you didn’t get a penny of pension.”
"These bastards..." Carol curled her lips. She knew this was the case. The military always saves money where it shouldn't, so problems always arise: "I'm living well.
, and now he’s a superhero.”
The old lady didn't dare to completely agree with this statement. This girl came back from the dead and took Deathstroke back to her hometown. She didn't look like a superhero, but more like a super villain.
But this idea cannot be said. She patted the back of Carol's hand and said: "That's good. You can go home quickly after dinner and take a look. Mary is having a hard time."
"What happened to my mother?" Carol frowned. Did the military make things difficult for her mother?
Mrs. Li shook her head, dragged over a bench, and sat down across the bar across from Carol: "Your mother didn't believe that something happened to you. She said that Mari Earl's daughter would never die on the aircraft, so she
Refuse to accept death notice."
"Uh... nothing sounds wrong."
Carol stroked the orange cat. The cat was eating pie and didn't bother to pay attention to her, but aren't all cats like this?
"The problem was your brother, Xiao Qiao. He heard that you were missing during the mission, so he went to the town to drink alone, and when he returned, he drove his car into the sea." Mrs. Li sighed and saw Carol.
A light suddenly appeared on Er's body, and she quickly added: "He is not dead, but he has been in a coma for these years. The doctor said that it is difficult to wake up from a vegetative state. Mary spent a lot of money on him. If you haven't come back yet,
, she is probably going to sell the house."
The cosmic energy in Carol's body declined, and the knives and forks on the plate fell back to their original positions due to loss of attraction. She looked at the orange cat in a daze, and after a moment, she suddenly remembered something and looked at the death knell.
Su Ming looked away from the TV for a moment and then back again: "What are you looking at me for? I don't know about this. You don't think I'm so bored that I want to observe everything in your house, do you?"
"No, no, I just want to ask, you should have a way to save my brother, right?"
Carol seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. She grabbed Deathstroke's armor-clad arm. The cold metal texture made her shiver, but she was very determined and did not let go.
After many years of debut, Deathstroke has almost become a local dark fairy tale in the United States, almost equivalent to the existence of the devil, and the devil is always omnipotent.
Sure enough, the black and yellow devil, who was watching TV with his chin in his hand, answered casually:
"Being in a vegetative state is only a small problem, but the big problem is... I can revive him and even make him eliminate all the sequelae of the car accident, but what will you give in exchange for my help?"