People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

Minty was just lonely and wanted some company.

Marcus's concern for Mindy is undoubtedly sincere, but he will never be able to replace Big Daddy, and his ideas are completely different from Big Daddy's.Marcus has been denying Big Daddy's point of view, trying to change Mindy's three views, which makes her very resistant.

As for "King of Kick-Ass" Dave... this guy is in love.I can't wait to break a day into 48 hours, 24 hours and my girlfriend Katie become conjoined twins, and the remaining 24 hours are used for sex.Most young men and women who are in love and taste the forbidden fruit for the first time are like this, how can they have time for others.It would be nice to use the sage's time to say hello to Mindy.

I believe that Skye, who has a similar experience, can see what Mindy really thinks, so she is very friendly to little Lori.

Similar people either report to the group to keep warm, or hurt each other.

Mike opened the refrigerator and took out the crisper, which contained the sandwiches Skye had prepared.Mike's disturbed sleep schedule led to irregular wake-up times, so Skye made some sandwiches for Mike to sleep in when he woke up.If it weren't for Mike's physique beyond ordinary people, he should look like a man with kidney deficiency with panda eyes and sloppy feet at this time, just like some code farmers.

"Have you eaten yet?" Mike asked Minty casually.

"Of course." Minty glanced at the bacon sandwich with disdain, turned her head away, and thought: "It doesn't look very good, the fried bacon is too old, and the tomatoes, lettuce, and bacon are wilted, so it must be bad... yes, that's it. so!"

As for the promised natural acting skills, do you want to be so greedy?

It was true that Marcus was nice to Mindy, but he was a single divorced man and a busy cop.Breakfast is either oatmeal with milk, or toast with juice, and fried eggs and sausages are carefully prepared.

"There's another turkey sandwich, do you want to try it?" Sighing inwardly, Mike took out the rest of the sandwich.

"don't want……"

"Really don't want it? I can't eat it anymore, it's almost expired... I have no choice but to throw it away." Mike pretended to be sorry.

throw it away?

Please, super-normal physique needs super nutrition, even if there are two more steaks, he can still eat it.

Mindy was visibly moved.

"Oh, Skye made this with his own hands. It would be a pity to throw it away."

"Then, then... Since it was Sister Skye's painstaking effort, it would be a pity to throw it away. Well, I'll try to swallow it." Minty's eyes rolled wildly with guilt.

"Don't force yourself."

"none of your business!"

Minty took a hard bite out of the sandwich, mistaking it for Mike.Cheeks that were a little baby fat bulged like squirrels stuffed with pine nuts.

Skye watched the interaction between one big and one small, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "There are steaks and lamb chops in the refrigerator, which one?"

"Steak." After thinking for a while, Mike said, "This batch of lamb chops is a bit stinky and needs to be marinated, but the taste is really good."

Minty glared at Mike: "Didn't you say you can't eat it!!!!"

"That's right, I can't eat more sandwiches. My stomach can only hold one sandwich at a time, and keep the rest for meat."

"When I was a child!"

"You are a child."

"fraud!"

"Oh, I'm so scared to be seen by you."

Fifteen minutes later, Mike was enjoying the steak at the table, and Minty put his chin on the edge of the table, muttering: "Eat steak in the morning, you will be fat, you will be fat..."

"Are you childish or not?"

"You are so fat, you are so fat..."

"Oh! Bounce, bounce, bounce..."

Skye: ╮(?o?)╭, two childish ghosts.

At noon, Marcus, who was driving a police car, picked up Minty and sent him back to school. The latter's pouting mouth could hang a soy sauce bottle.

Mike and Skye go out together, looking for a small warehouse.Skye wants to practice fighting and guns, so he can't practice guns in the apartment, because ricochets can kill people.

The agency offered several alternatives, and Mike thought the positions were all good, the key was Skye.

The agent Dyson is a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with messy hair and a light blue plaid shirt with coffee stains. When meeting, he gives people the feeling of "I am a salesman, I work hard, but I always screw things up".

Dyson's eyes lit up: "Good car!"

"I think so too." Mike drove the golden Sailin S7 that had accumulated dust in the garage, and he slammed the accelerator... The wind is a bit noisy today.

Hell's Kitchen has many empty warehouses, mostly on the west bank of the Hudson River.

This Mike cooked, where he broke a couple of people's legs, left no bigfoot at all, and killed a bunch of vampires.

Dyson led the way with a pickup truck. Today, he plans to visit three warehouses, the nearest being the west bank of the Hudson River.

The car had just parked outside a warehouse with ferocious weeds, and a group of people dressed in hip-hop, tattooed, and gold chains came out.Originally aggressive, the group froze when they saw the golden sports car.

Also froze was Dyson.

Chapter 60: Winston's Visit

"It's cold, this warehouse." Dyson froze and wanted to cry. This group of people seemed to be not good at it. Renting such a warehouse was simply asking for trouble for himself.

"It's cold!" The gangster who came out of the warehouse also wanted to cry.

Recently, Hell's Kitchen has two people who can't be messed with: one is the punisher, and the other is the young grocery store owner.

Needless to say, the punisher, he will come to the door if you don't mess with him, I can only pray that luck is not too bad.

As for the supermarket owner, he didn't seem to have taken the initiative to find trouble with others, but some people didn't open their eyes and automatically went to look for it.

As we all know, the golden sports car is the new car of the supermarket owner, everyone hides as far as possible, and pretends to be a good baby if they can't hide.As for stealing...hehe, have you ever broken your leg?

"Hehe." Mike found it interesting.

Dyson saw that the punks were acting a little weirdly, but didn't think much of it.I just want to be a handsome man in the car and wait quietly for the gangsters to leave.Although experience told him that trouble cannot be avoided, and he will not let you go just because you are cowardly.Everyone knows this, the more cowardly you are, the more others will bully you.

What can he do, he is also very desperate.Counseling, being bullied, not counsing, being beaten or even dying.

Psychological and physical trauma, Dyson chose the former, commonly known as cowardice.

So most of the time, he can only pray.

"You guys, don't move." Mike got out of the car.

"Forehead……"

Those gangsters looked at each other in blank dismay, and for a moment it was as if they were under the spell of immobilization, and no one moved.

This magical scene... Dyson didn't know what to say.

"Could it be that this handsome young man is scarier than these people, then am I..." Dyson subconsciously tightened his sphincter.Don't ask why you do this subconsciously, if you say it, it can be written as a tragedy of blood, tears and flying.

"What are you doing in there?" Mike asked.If there is flour milling inside, Mike will not consider this place.

"When I saw that the warehouse was empty, I came here to play occasionally." The black brother with the thickest gold chain replied.I dare to say that they determine their status according to the thickness of the gold chain.

He didn't lie... Mike waved his hand, "Let's go."

The gangsters continued to look at each other.

that's it?

Mike said with a straight voice: "Get lost!"

This time, the gangsters felt rough.Most gangsters know that you made a mistake, but your boss is smiling and has a gentle tone, so it means that you can write a suicide note or explain your last words.

Therefore, Mike's attitude made them feel relieved, and they ran away, disappearing without a trace in a blink of an eye.

"This speed, what are you messing with, wouldn't it be good to practice track and field, sin!"

After driving people away, the three of them entered the warehouse.

It's all here, and it's at the gate, so you can't just leave without looking at it.

The smell of dust is mixed with the smell of Dama.

The ground is covered with cement, and weeds are stubbornly growing out of the cracks.All kinds of sundries were piled up all around, and an area was cleared in the middle, where there were second-hand sofas and tables that I don't know where they came from.

Cigarette butts all over the place.

"How does it feel?" Mike asked Skye.

"Not bad, the size is right, and it's relatively close." Skye was quite satisfied, but still decided to look elsewhere.

Maybe you will find someone more satisfying.

Just like a woman shopping, more satisfactory clothes will always be in the next store.The tireless pursuit has allowed women to crush most men in the skill of shopping.

After spending more than an hour looking at the other two warehouses, Skye decided to rent the first warehouse, which is also like a woman shopping.After walking for more than a dozen streets, I suddenly discovered that my favorite clothes were the first clothes I tried on in the first shop.

Dyson held the contract, both happy and worried.I am happy that I signed the contract, and my joyful mood is similar to those writers who cut a few books before signing the contract. They thought it was the rhythm of taking off, but in fact it was just the second stage of rushing.The worry is that the vicinity of the warehouse is not very safe, otherwise the warehouse will be rented out early.

All I can say is that Dyson is a nice guy.

Back at the supermarket, the old Earl was talking with the old man. The atmosphere was warm, and he waved his hands and clenched his fists from time to time, with the momentum of pointing out the country.

"Mike, I'm looking for you." Old Earle reluctantly shut up.

"Winston."

"Mike."

Two hands are held together.

"A private chat?" Winston demanded.

"No problem, just a moment."

"can."

The second floor.

"Your friend?" Skye asked.

"No, I knocked him out once. Strictly speaking, I don't take it seriously."

"Oh, sorry then."

"Okay." Mike nodded.

In this world, if you don't make a mistake, you'll be fine if you apologize.There is a kind of evil in this world called "forgiveness for others".

An apology, Mike willing, and absolutely sincere.The key is whether Winston, or rather, the people behind Winston's Continental Hotel, are willing to reconcile.

For reconciliation, Mike is willing to pay some acceptable price.

Don't reconcile, that becomes an enemy, Mike doesn't mind.