Marvel's Speedster

In the sunny afternoon in early summer, Ross and others followed the old Sutter and his party into the nearby mountains to hunt.

Trekking along the way, the altitude gradually increased. When Ross occasionally looked back from the mountains, he saw the vast plains extending from the foot of the mountains to the distant horizon. Sprinkled with a layer of gold dust, the magnificent landscape is shining everywhere.

There is an endless forest at the foot of the mountain. Juniper, laurel, and golden pine can be seen everywhere. The breeze blowing through the forest willfully blows the branches, making countless green leaves sway in the wind, emitting bursts of light from far to near. Sound waves like waves. Looking up occasionally, you can see a few unusually tall redwoods rising from the ground in the distance. They are like road signs among tall buildings, pointing out the direction for pedestrians passing through the forest.

In addition to Ross, Old Sartre and others, there are also nearby cowboys. At the moment is the season for eliminating wild boars. People in the town have picked up shotguns and entered the mountain together. Some animals such as black geese, wild sheep, and hares were found. Someone even found a herd of deer drinking water by a stream and successfully killed two adult male deer.

Progressing along the mountain road, Ross and others gradually separated from other townspeople. They did not need to dive into the deep mountains to track wild boars, but found a place with beautiful scenery and water for camping.

Tent | Ponza 14 After finishing, Skye took Gwen and others to pick up some dry branches nearby to make firewood. Ross has rich experience in wild survival, so he used stones and mud to make the stove without the help of old Sartre The society built up, and when the girls returned to the campsite talking and laughing, they had already processed the game and were just waiting to add fuel to the campfire.

The bright flames are constantly jumping in the stove, and the fragrance of pine needles, maple branches, and walnut wood gradually emits with the smoked roasted prey. The old Sartre’s roasting method is somewhat similar to Meng Faith’s style, which can be brushed with thick sauce before and after grilling. It can also be mixed with seasonings before roasting to taste.

Relatively speaking, Ross prefers the latter, so that the natural and original flavor of the barbecue is more prominent.

The light is fading, the setting sun sinks into the earth, the fire is burning in the center of the camp, the meat skewers have been grilled brown, and olive oil and cumin are spread on them, besides, there are washed mountain mushrooms and wild bamboo shoots, which are also sliced Skewered with wooden sticks, baked with heat, surrounded by tempting aromas, the richness of spices, the deliciousness of mountain mushrooms and the original taste of barbecue are intertwined, making everyone appetite, even out of professionalism Mary Jane, who usually pays attention to her figure, couldn't help but eat a few more skewers.

Everyone sat around the bonfire. Before the picnic was over, the night was dark, and a new moon hung in the sky, complementing the sky full of stars that seemed to be within reach.

"It's really good that you can come. Janet has been feeling guilty for many years, and now seeing that you are all right, she can finally let go of part of her mind." Facing the blazing fire, the old Sartre raised the bottle and said to Sit next to Ross and pay tribute.

"In the first few years, I really hated her. The feeling of losing everything suddenly was not good. I didn't realize until after high school that sometimes ordinary people have no choice." Thoughts of the original owner.

The two touched the bottle lightly.

"Are you going to take Skye away?" Old Sartre asked drunkenly.

"That's up to her." Ross was noncommittal.

With the development of the situation, he is no longer in urgent need of manpower as in the past. In the case of Skye, he does not intend to manipulate too much, and it may be better to let nature take its course.

But the old Sartre has roughly guessed the thoughts of her adopted daughter. Her future is not in the small town down the mountain, or even in the inland Illinois. Maybe a bustling city like New York is her best stage. With Ross With help, she must be able to make a career.

"There are fewer and fewer young people in the town. Aspiring children will not be around their parents. Big cities are the places they yearn for." Gregory Sartre couldn't help but sigh

"I still remember when I first found Skye, she was only a little bit old, she was dirty, she was as pitiful as a lost animal...some strange things always happened to her , and later slipped away because of conflicts with others, and we found her again after wandering outside for several years. I heard that she was adopted by several families, but her life was very unhappy. It was not until the last two years that she smiled again... ...you have to treat her well!"

The old Sartre reminded carefully, Ross always felt that his words sounded familiar, and he was startled for a moment before recalling that George Stacey and General Thaddeus had similar explanations.

This tone seems weird, Ross thought to himself.

Didn't notice his expression, the other party kept nagging, talking over and over again, suddenly Ross raised his hand and shot, the bullet passed the old Sartre, and hit a stick that just poked out his head in the grass behind him. Wood rattlesnake.

"...Good marksmanship!" Old Sartre turned around and looked at the poisonous snake a few feet behind him. Although the triangular snake's head was smashed to pieces by the howling bullets, the colorful snake's body was still slowly moving on the ground. creep. He smacked his lips, raised his thumb from the bottom of his heart, looked at Ross with admiration, and forgot what he wanted to say for a moment.

There was nothing to say all night, and everyone went down the mountain in the early morning of the next day to complete the camping.

Two days later, the vacation finally ended, Ross and others came to the airport in the neighboring city, where a special plane was waiting.

Janet was sad to say goodbye to her son again, so she stayed on the farm and did not come. Old Sartre drove her adopted daughter to the airport. At the moment, the outside was already crowded with local political and business celebrities who heard the news. Even in this remote agricultural area, many people know the identity of Ross, including local mayors and congressmen, who also rushed to see him off, hoping to have a relationship with this rising star in the business world. Their attitude was too eager, The people in invisible who are really related to Ross are pushed aside.

A little unhappy in his heart, Skye, who still had a youthful breath on his cheeks, jumped up and down in the plane, looked up and down the cabin with his big eyes full of curiosity, and then puffed out his cheeks, reluctantly He went back outside, wrapping his arms around Ross not wanting him to leave.

"I still have work to do, and when you grow up, you can come to New York by yourself." Ross conveniently momo her little head, and the bodyguards went over to keep irrelevant people out.

"Otherwise we will go together this time, and the school will be on vacation soon, and I can wait until the school starts to come back." Skye is not whimsical. The local summer vacation starts in mid-May and ends in mid-August, and lasts for nearly three months. .

Ross definitely didn't agree, the quiet countryside was more suitable for her to grow up, and I'm afraid her mind ran wilder when she arrived in New York.

"You'd better stay at home honestly, I left Felicity to you, remember to learn from her." Ross tapped her forehead with his fingers, and then ordered his assistant to bring over a checkbook, Randomly scratched a few strokes on it, this is the funds used to upgrade the equipment, she can learn to use it rationally by herself.

Skye immediately guessed what he meant by 180, and clasped his shoulders tightly with excitement, staring at the nib of the pen with his black eyes unblinking, hoping that Ross would write a long string of numbers.

Ross lived up to her expectations and gave her a check for fifty thousand dollars. Skye took it with both hands respectfully, her delicate face flushed with excitement.

After looking back and forth several times, she was suddenly a little embarrassed to accept it.

"Are you really giving them all to me?" Skye said with a worried expression.

"Why are you so nice to me?" For a split second, Ross saw on her face a kind of vicissitudes that did not match her age, and she was completely different from the usual cheerful and lively little girl.

"Yeah, why?" He looked up in distress, looking puzzled, and after a few seconds he clenched his fists and clapped his palms, with a look of sudden enlightenment on his face.

"You forgot, I am your long-lost brother."

Hearing him teasing each other, Gwen and others behind laughed softly, and Skye blushed from their laughter.

"Well, Ross, you're such a nice guy.....you all are." She sniffed and wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingers.

"Go back, remember what I said, I will check and learn your progress through the Internet." Ross scratched the tip of her nose, said goodbye to old Sartre, and then turned and walked into the cabin.

"I'll go to New York to look for you when I graduate. Don't forget to reserve the position of director of the information department for me!"

Skye put his hands to his mouth and shouted at Ross's back.

"If you want to compete with strength, we are a serious enterprise."

Ross waved his hand back without looking back, and the falling hatch slowly separated the girl's sight.

The plane started, and after taxiing for a while on the runway, the fuselage shook slightly and rushed into the blue sky.