Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 46 Facing the past
Facing the questioning from her immediate superior, Catherine didn't panic at all.

She sat down on the chair carelessly, and flicked a lady's cigarette to her lips slowly.

"Kata" lit.

The editor-in-chief's eyebrows twitched.

This is too arrogant!They simply don't pay attention to me!
Catherine glanced at the experience points and nodded in satisfaction.

The editor-in-chief let out a sigh of relief.The other party dared to be so unscrupulous, either he came to resign, or he had something to rely on, knowing that he would not be angry.

He personally inspected and hired Catherine, so he knew very well that this girl would never give up being a journalist.

After adjusting his mentality, the editor-in-chief waved away the smoke and said in a calm tone:

"You'd better give me an explanation about your recent lax attitude towards work, conflicts with colleagues, and... I remember that you used to have good living habits, neither smoking nor drinking."

"You should be able to guess the problem of work. I have a part-time job." Catherine smiled, as if part-time jobs were a normal thing, and said with a smile: "This job gave me some very novel experiences. I kind of like it."

Under the strange eyes of the editor-in-chief, she reached out and flicked the cigarette ash into a coffee cup.

"The other two are actually the same thing, I just figured it out."

"Have you figured it out?" The editor-in-chief pushed the coffee cup over and asked with great interest, "What did you figured out?

Catherine shrugged: "I should be more self-confident, be a person who controls my own destiny, and not suppress my nature in order to become the successful person in other people's ideals."

The editor-in-chief chuckled and said, "I really want to know how you plan to convince me to keep this... time bomb of yours."

"It's very simple, I can make the sales of the magazine explode."

Catherine threw a document bag to the editor-in-chief, extinguished the cigarette butt, and leaned back on the chair in a leisurely manner.

When the editor-in-chief was reading the information, she was still thinking about it:

"To be honest, I have never understood why the workplace promotes this kind of abstinence-based character design. People who make people look like ghosts and ghosts. They also said that white-collar elites should be aloof, broad-minded and informal. SHXT, I have long I want to beat up those two bitches, they are incapable of counting them, they are the best monsters, and..."

However, the editor-in-chief turned a deaf ear to these venting words, and his hand holding the materials was trembling.

After reading it carefully, he stared at his big bloodshot eyes and asked eagerly, "Are you sure these materials are available? Did you not fool me?"

"Of course, you shouldn't doubt my professional ethics. Every word is said by Tony Stark himself."

The editor-in-chief stood up, loosened the neckline, went to the window to blow some air, and still couldn't help being rude.

"Mary Fake Stark Industries actually colluded with the Ten Ring Gang! They dared to skip the Ministry of Defense and make big deals with people! No, it is impossible for the military to be ignorant of this kind of thing. It is absolutely impossible to dig here. There is something!"

"Calm down, you're a top-notch wage earner." Catherine squinted her eyes, "Can this keep me in my job?"

"Haha, of course, if you promise that you can bring similar materials in the future, you can turn this place upside down."

"Great, I have some things to do recently, I'm afraid I don't have much time to come here...you know."

"Okay, the salary will be paid." The editor-in-chief also regained his composure at this time. He sat back in his office chair and pointed to the cigarette that Catherine lit again: "Speaking of which, if you smoke less, you will live a few more years." .”

Catherine waved her hand impatiently: "Got it!"

After all, he got up and left.

The editor-in-chief shook his head helplessly, opened the drawer after a while, and took out an ashtray.

……

After resolving the time conflict between the two jobs, Catherine is in a good mood, but she is not done with her work today.

After driving to the S.H.I.E.L.D. office and greeting several familiar agents, Catherine found Victoria.

This normally energetic female man is terrible now.

But considering what happened to the other party...it is already very strong to be able to maintain this state.

Her sister has disappeared.

Victoria looked up at her, her voice hoarse: "Why are you here?"

"Colson texted me, and he said you might need some help." Catherine sat beside her: "Any news yet?"

Most people would naturally call the police first when encountering such a thing, but Victoria has a backing from S.H.I.E.L.D., so she is actually much more professional in finding someone.

For this kind of welfare, Victoria really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Catherine knew something about the situation. Her sister did not disappear today. The school reported that Jinna hadn't gone to school for several days. The school called her, but they couldn't get through.

Victoria is in Afghanistan, so it's no wonder she can get through.

Looking at Victoria who hadn't closed her eyes for some time, Catherine hesitated, but after thinking about it, she said, "Relax Vi, no news may be the best news."

Some things have to be spoken out, and she should really be prepared in her heart.

Victoria buried her head and said nothing.

The wall clock was ticking, and only the breathing of the two girls could be heard in the room.

Just when Catherine was almost out of breath from the atmosphere, the door was opened.

Victoria stood up suddenly, and the aura scared the agents who came in so that they almost lost their grip. Catherine quickly pulled Victoria to sit down again.

The civilian agent coughed lightly, concealing his embarrassment, and said after a while:

"Don't be too nervous, it's still good news."

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"The last time someone saw your sister was 27 hours ago. Jinna was with...Chandler House. I don't know the specifics of your sister yet, but with clues, it only takes a little time."

Victoria's bloodshot eyes rolled wildly.

Catherine frowned: "Chandler House?"

"Well, this is a dangerous person, nicknamed Fist Stone, the Black Fist King of Hell's Kitchen, if..."

Before he could finish speaking, Victoria rushed out, Catherine had no time to stop, sighed and caught up.

The civilian agent who stayed in place scratched his head with a helpless expression.

He just wanted to say that if he wanted to ask this person about Jin Na, it would be better to ask a few more people.

Victoria is really in a hurry as rumored.

This matter has to be reported to Chief Coulson to see if some people can be sent to support.

But unexpectedly, the good old man refused.

Certainly not because Coulson suddenly became unfeeling.

He just knew that although that Chandler was a ruthless character, there was probably no need to fight this fight.

Taking a sip of coffee, Coulson thought of the past when he recruited Victoria, feeling a little sentimental.

Years later, the shadow of Hell's Kitchen still looms over the girl.

She has worked very hard, but it was impossible to completely break away from the past from the very beginning.

What destroys or achieves a person is his past, and it is useless to escape. Victoria must face the past in order to truly come out.

　感谢嘶吼实验室、顾清霜打赏的1000点。感谢北海幼儿打赏的600点，感谢书友20201105201543386打赏的200点，感谢来支持作者的人、至城打赏的100点。

　　So much, I am so touched, but I still have the cheek to beg for three consecutive times, Shuzang recommends investment. (tears)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)