Beauty Spreads All over the World

In the guest room surrounded by iron pillars, a strong American man curled up on an camp bed.

The thick beard was pale yellow, and a few drops of red could be seen faintly on it, like the color of a lady's lipstick.

With a rough face, the corners of his mouth were still twitching unconsciously, as if he was still intoxicated in a beautiful dream.

He is even taller and thicker. If you put a red scarf on his head, you can look like a member of an active social group in the United States.

Look at that tendon!

Mick just took a glance and moved away, looking at Hill beside him with a cold face, secretly thankful.

"If it wasn't for what you were looking for by name, I would have someone pour a basin of water on it."

Boyet next to him said coolly with his arms akimbo, here, his territory, his rules!

"Where is the water?"

Just as Mick was about to answer the conversation, he saw a cold light flash in the eyes of Hill, who had been silent all this time, and asked Boyett, and then saw a basin of water placed at the foot of the wall not far away.

I don't know if it is used for other purposes.

Seeing Hill walking straight towards the basin of water, Boyett gave Mick a questioning look, and Mick waved his hand and replied lightly: "It's hard to say!"

"Crack-"

Hill held a basin of water in one hand, opened the iron cage with the other, stared at Clayton who blinked his mouth on the camp bed, and without warning, poured a large basin of water on the still sleeping Clayton's face.

next second!

"God, there's a flood."

But seeing Clayton on the bed opened his eyes in an instant, he panicked like a rabbit before he even had time to open his eyes, and ran forward in a panic.

"Bam—"

Mick and Boyt looked at each other outside, looking at Clayton whose forehead turned red instantly when he hit the iron pillar, they were surprised for a while.

"Would you like to have a cup of coffee in my office?"

"of course."

Mick readily agreed, and then followed Boyet and walked towards the stairs not far away!

Without even thinking about the plot that will happen next, in order to avoid hurting himself, Mick thought it would be better to go upstairs and have a cup of coffee first, although he doesn't like coffee very much.

But in this situation, Mick thinks he can try to accept the taste of coffee!

after an hour!

"Then, you are Winter's fiancé."

"winter?"

When Mick came down again, he saw Clayton sitting on the camp bed with a big horse and a golden sword. He had the temperament of an active social boss. If Mick hadn't read the file early, he would have For a moment, he was confused by Clayton.

This guy is a typical bastard middle-aged western man.

To put it bluntly, he is a scumbag, pretending to be a big boss of an active social group, isn't he afraid of losing his members?

Hearing this title, Mick looked at Hill who was standing beside him with his arms folded, and the latter said lightly, "My childhood name."

Mick nodded.

With his hands in his pockets, he said to Clayton who was behind the bars: "Mr. Hill, you are in trouble now. The Chicago Police Department is going to charge you with intentional homicide."

Clayton smiled indifferently, and said, "I didn't kill anyone."

Hill next to him said coldly: "The surveillance has captured you."

Clayton glanced at the cold Hill and said lightly, "I didn't ask you to come and bail me out."

"……Let's go."

Hill raised his brows at Clayton's resentment, took a deep breath and said to Mick, "He's hopeless, let him fend for himself."

"Go away, I don't need your concern."

Clayton, who was behind the bars, exploded like a gunpowder keg, and shouted at Hill, "Hurry up and go back to New York, I'm doing well alone."

"..." Mick!

To be honest, Mick has never really understood how the West educates children. It seems that such an attitude is a normal attitude for Hill and Clayton.

If this were placed in the East, Hill's attitude alone would directly put a hat of disobedience on Hill's head.

After going back a hundred years, Hill's attitude is directly going into the river.

However, this is not the East, nor is it a hundred years ago.

and so!

Mick looked at Clayton and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Hill, can you tell me what happened last night?"

As soon as the words fell, the two people who stared at each other turned their eyes away from each other. Clayton rubbed the messy blond hair on his head and said, "I made an appointment with Conan last night. Get ready...you know."

Speaking of this, Clayton immediately winked at Mick, as if he had met someone of the same kind.

Mick was speechless for a moment. Feeling Hill's gaze, he said blankly, "Please continue."

Clayton coughed twice, and said: "Just when we were making out and getting ready to get down to business, I heard a gunshot, and when I recovered, Conan had fallen to the ground, and then I went inside ran out."

When Clayton was speaking, Mick had been covering him with powerful perception, listening to the fluctuation of each sentence. Although Mick couldn't enter other people's hearts like Professor Charles.

However, when a person is lying, especially a person who has not received professional training, he will always subconsciously hide his truest thoughts when lying.

After listening to Clayton's narration, Mick glanced at Hill next to him and said, "He didn't lie."

Hill's face still had a frosty expression, but Mick still noticed the moment of relaxation on Hill's expression.

quite a while!

"I'm taking him away."

"Sorry, rules are rules."

In the office, Boyte wiped his face, looked at Mick and said in a deep voice: "All of this is his one-sided statement. No one can verify his words, and there is no physical evidence to prove that he didn't kill him."

Mick looked at Boyett and said flatly, "You're retaliating."

"...I, you're kidding." Boyett smiled and looked at Mick like you're an idiot.

Mick just said lightly: "Then, you hand him over to me. If it really proves that he was murdered, I will personally send him to you."

Boyett shook his head, just about to speak.

Mick interrupted, and continued to say with a blank face: "I suddenly found out that Lindsay has not been on vacation since he arrived at the investigation bureau..."

"Forehead……"

Boyte looked at Mick, and then smiled and said: "With you as a guarantee, of course people can take it away first. After all, my relationship with Director Orolo is still very good."

After finishing speaking, he laughed even more, stretched out his right hand towards Mick and said, "That's it, but I want to verify Clayton's testimony first."

"..." Mick! !

Chapter 88: Homecoming, Iron Man ([-])

"So……"

"Tell me, are you an upstart, or your father is an upstart."

On the Sky-[-] plane flying to New York, Mick's father-in-law looked at the luxurious decoration inside the plane with great interest. After a while, he sat on the leather seat and directly took Mick's special A valuable bottle of red wine acquired by a private collector is drank like a cow.

Then, with Erlang's legs crossed, he wiped his mouth and said carelessly towards Mick.

Mick regretted it at this time.

At that time, whether I was out of my mind or something, I would think of asking for such a big trouble for myself.

Speechlessly glanced at Hill, who hadn't spoken since boarding the plane, the latter shrugged his shoulders in response to Mick's begging gaze, expressing that he was powerless to help.

Although Hill also wanted to be able to be handed over to the girl's fiancé by her father like other girls at her wedding, but when Hill saw her father Clayton like this, he obviously gave up.

quite a while!

Mick shook his head, and said with a smile: "No, Mr. Hill, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Mick Edinson, Duke of England, hereditary to the third generation!"

During the words, Mick released a bit of the air of being in the top position for a long time. God, that old man, his wedding will be soon, and he doesn't want this old man to make any troubles.

In case something happened, Mick could imagine that it would be a joke, a big joke!

"……Oh!"

When Clayton heard Mick's self-introduction, he was obviously taken aback, and then glanced in surprise at Hill, who was sitting there quietly and looking at his notebook.

Clayton's legs were quietly put down, and a pair of slightly rough hands kept rubbing against his jeans.

Mick glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and smiled secretly in his heart, but his expression did not change at all. He got up and filled Clayton's wine glass again with the red wine that Mick spent nearly [-] dollars to buy. Said: "This is a bottle of red wine that I bought from a private collector at an auction in New York not long ago. Take a look at it."

"...Thank you!" Clayton said with a smile on his face.

Hill, who was looking at his notebook, looked up at Clayton, who was obviously restrained, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

In an hour and a half!

Mick glanced at the sky outside through the window. The special plane of Skyline-[-] was not flying very high, and he could vaguely see the brightly lit city scenery in the distance, as well as the three unusually conspicuous buildings.

The Pearl Building of the Investigation Bureau under Mick, and the Gemini Building of the Umbrella Group.

Next to those two very conspicuous buildings, Tony Stark's Stark Industries Building is like a child standing beside two adults.

Just like the Stark Tower is the child of the Pearl Tower and the Twin Towers!

"Head, the radar has detected an unknown signal source above."

Meng Yi, who was driving Tianji-[-], said in a low voice to Mick through the intercom: "It's not on the record list."

"what happened?"

Hill, who was busy with the paperwork of S.H.I.E.L.D., looked up at Mick.

Mick shook his head and said, "Don't worry, this is New York."