Two-dimensional troublemaker system

Chapter 977 I want to get out of the car!

"Cough cough cough~"

But this Chief Maria Hill is indeed quite irritable. The technical department leader coughed again and again, and finally managed to blow the exhaust in front of him away.

Sure enough, Old Antique is Old Antique, and this exhaust problem is definitely a satire and the greatest insult to him.

One day, he will make the exhaust of all the cars in SHIELD become pure natural and non-polluting fruit flavor.

Green and Healthy Take a deep breath, and even make you fall in love with this stock, car exhaust.

But now~
cough~

The special agent team leader of the S.H.I.E.L.D. technical department really doesn't want the car exhaust to be disgusting, and what's more important.

Such rubbish car exhaust was modified by my own team.
This makes his meow so disgusting, I guess he won't be able to eat all day today, right?

"Oh!? No! Officer Maria Hill, don't leave me~ I'm too young to get in the car yet!"

Looking at the car exhaust that hadn't completely dissipated, he was planning to go back and organize his team members.

Make good use of the pile of 'garbage' piled up in the warehouse for recycling or repairing, at least the next time you need to retro or something.

This terrible car exhaust is absolutely not allowed to appear in the city, so I heard a very tragic and hasty, sad cry from behind me.

Those who listened to this voice wept, and those who heard it couldn't be more sad, watching the figure of this buddy chasing in the direction the car left.

Pooh!
Zhang, the technical department team, spat out with disdain, old phlegm.

He's meowing, licking the dog will kill him.

Ahhh~

When he turned around, he still couldn't help spitting out again, and then he waved his hands at his brothers who were bewildered.

"Go brothers, today we are going to fight for the future of S.H.I.E.L.D."

The team members scratched their heads in confusion. Is there any connection between them going back and contributing to the future of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

They are just the personnel responsible for maintenance and modification. Although they charge forward, they can't do clerical work.

But the development of weapons has nothing to do with them. Captain, are you drunk or drifting away?
No~ just now their captain was sprayed by car exhaust, it's over. This time, their little captain doesn't know how long it will take to faint
"Oh? I didn't drink too much~ The road is crooked like this? By the way, why are you always dangling in front of my eyes? Get the hell out of here~"

"Captain, I've been standing here~"

Snapped!
As soon as the poor little man finished speaking, he was greeted with a slap from the captain.

"Nonsense, are you swaying, can my eyes not see it?"

woooooo~
The teammate who was slapped by the team leader and slapped the ground could only be weak and pitiful, covering his face and looking at them, the handsome and mighty team leader staggered away
In the car, the food critic seemed to suddenly remember something, which was a very scary thing.

And it's very important. When I think of food critics, my eyes withdraw from looking at the environment in the car.

Then he turned his head with a serious face, looked at Maria Hill whose cheeks were slightly rosy, and said:

"ask you a question."

"Ask me a question? Ouch~ It's so rare, I happen to be in a good mood, so ask~"

The food critic looked Maria Hill up and down with your dangerous eyes: "Beer is wine, right?"

"Yes~"

Maria Hill look are you an idiot?Still a fool?You don't even know whether beer is alcohol?
So, do you have the nerve to call yourself a food critic?

But food critics and wine don't have much to do with each other.

Gollum~

The food critic swallowed his saliva, with a look of horror on his face, subconsciously raised his hand to hold the armrest above his head, and then said to Maria Hill with a mournful and tragic face:

"So just now, the two of us, have we both been drinking?"

Maria Hill: Uh.
Maria Hill was choked directly by the food critic, and Maria Hill stared straight at the food critic.

The meaning revealed in the eyes is very simple, since you know it, we both had a drink just now.

what?Why didn't you say anything when the two of us got in the car just now?

"Then why didn't you remind me earlier!?"

Food critic: ? ? ?

Ignoring Xiaomo, who was clutching her stomach and laughing and said she couldn't straighten her waist, and the black question marks on the food critic's forehead.

Big sister, you drive the car, you blame me now?

Who couldn't wait and dragged him into the car?Do you dare to say that just now, the person who dragged me into the car.

After sitting in the cab, the hot person who ran 180 miles after igniting the ignition, isn't she you?

"Have I had a chance to say it?"

The food critic opened his mouth many times, feeling as if he had nothing to say. In the end, the food critic could only look helplessly at this sturdy woman in front of him.

No, it should be said that she is not afraid of death, or that a woman who has never died said.

Yes, it's you, a woman, who didn't even give you a chance to speak, who was the one who kicked the accelerator?

Now, on the road, you don't even step on the brakes. Who is that person who was thrown off by so many police cars along the way?
"I don't care, it's all your fault anyway!"

Food Critic:
Can you still be unreasonable?

"So, if the world is destroyed, it's my fault?"

"That's right, you are very self-aware. The destruction of the world is definitely your fault. It must be because you didn't do anything to melt the water all the way. Otherwise, it wouldn't be impossible to prevent the destruction of the world."

Once again food critics are left speechless, woman is your name vexatious?

"I am not a goddess."

"You are not a god, but you can control people, can't you?"

Food Critic:
Spreading their hands helplessly, food critics don't know why the brain circuit of this woman, Maria Hill, is so novel.

Could it be because of drinking?The food critic could only cast a blank look, this desperate woman.

Immediately recalling their current speed, the food critic's expression changed instantly:
"Car! Car! Look at the front, you woman is crazy!? You don't want to die, don't take me with you!

Ms. Maria Hill, I will sue you, the driving is irregular and the relatives are crying!Damn you still look at me! ?Don't hurry up and look ahead, don't you have no points for how fast your car is going? "

"Count!? Huh~ Isn't it just 200 yards? Don't worry about it, think about the speed at which I drive a Kun-style fighter jet. This can only be said to be sprinkled."

(End of this chapter)