American Comics: I Check In Every Day And Become The Black Hand Behind The Scenes

"How can I... Miss Hill."

Lin Feng was guilty of being a villain at first, but now he heard Hill say this, and said, "I'm also very busy during this period of time, okay?"

"I know."

Hearing this, Hill actually nodded his head: "When you make a move in the future, be quiet. That time in Los Angeles, if I hadn't suppressed the matter for you, your secrecy level will probably be raised to SSS level now."

"Ah this..."

Lin Feng was dumbfounded.

Except for the one time in Los Angeles, at other times, he didn't feel that his shots were heavy, and that time in Los Angeles was in an abandoned factory, and it was not in public.

"At that time, the hospital's missing corpses and missing persons were being investigated, and the satellites were constantly monitoring Los Angeles."

Hill said: "It happened that I was in charge. The moment I saw you, I knew that this matter was not something ordinary people could handle, so I cut off the satellite image."

"I see."

Only then did Lin Feng understand.

indeed.

That bastard Nerga is really too much, being so arrogant in the world, it is definitely a matter of course to be noticed.

It's not at all like that other guy who came out of hell and hasn't made a sound for so long.

"Oh, did I forget something?"

Lin Feng suddenly fell into thought: "The Spear of Destiny...where is this thing?"

...

New York, cathedral.

The Witch Heart Demon walked here feeling unwell. If it wasn't for the feather in his arms, he would have been burned the moment he stepped here.

"It should be here."

The witch heart demon came to the place where Gabriel used to sit before, took out the feather, and opened the secret compartment.

"No?"

It's just that the empty hidden compartment made Wu Xinmo a little unbelievable.

"Are you looking for this?"

Just when the witch heart demon was shocked, a figure came out from nearby: "Here."

"Not dead yet?"

The Witch Heart Demon also figured it out, and turned to look at the figure like an ordinary person: "Nerga, how did you survive?"

"definitely a gift from the great Gabriel."

Nerga said respectful words, but his expression was half a smile, as if he was mocking someone: "He gave me rebirth."

"A hybrid of half-demon and half-Angel..."

Witch Heart Demon shook his head: "A bastard among bastards."

"you……"

Nerga wanted to get angry, but he understood the gap between the two of them now, so he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "If you want the Spear of Destiny, help me reshape the body of a demon."

"Do you think that you are qualified to make a deal with me?"

The Witch Heart Demon controlled Nerga with just one look: "You can't even bear one look from me."

"you……"

Nerga watched helplessly as the Witch Heart Demon took the Spear of Destiny, and then gently stabbed it in his heart.

As the power of the holy vessel exploded, Nerga fell into darkness.

"Exactly, it can be used as an experimental material."

...

"You should be fine today, right?"

Hill's voice brought Lin Feng back to his senses, and he nodded.

"It just so happens that a very famous opera troupe is performing on Broadway today. I bought two tickets."

Hill came to the counter, took out two tickets with deodorant from his pocket, and put them in front of Lin Feng: "The time is seven o'clock in the evening, I will go to the rest meeting first, and call me when the time comes. "

"good."

Lin Feng nodded, then got up and sent Hill out.

"Remember, wake me up before six o'clock."

Hill made a phone call gesture to Lin Feng, then opened the door next door and walked in.

"Seven o'clock, the opera house?"

Lin Feng returned to the small shop with the two tickets that still had the fragrance of Hill on them, and was about to pull down the shutter when a beautiful figure came and made him stop.

"Well, Angela..."

Lin Feng looked at the female policewoman who forced him to complete the transformation from a boy to a man a month ago, with a complicated expression.

"I knew it was time for you to get off work, so I brought you something to eat."

Angela looked at the little boy who had taken her first time in front of her, and she had complicated feelings, but she didn't intend to suppress these feelings.

"come in."

Lin Feng turned sideways to let Angela enter the small shop, then looked left and right, pulled down the shutter, and followed Angela, who looked like a hostess, to the restaurant on the second floor.

Watching Angela virtuously put the food on the plate one by one, then took out a bottle of bourbon from the refrigerator, opened it, and filled it up.

"You're still drinking, you don't go to work in the afternoon?"

Lin Feng looked at the two glasses of wine, pulled out his chair and sat down: "Or, you are also messed up?"

"Bad?"

"also?"

Although Angela didn't know what it meant to be bad, the "also" made her suddenly vigilant.

"Who else messed up?"

Angela pretended to ask casually, she was curious, who else was thinking about this little boy who won his first time.

"My landlord."

Lin Feng is also a straight man, although he likes flirtatious talk, but if he really made him do it, he immediately gave up.

Otherwise, he would have fallen into the hands of Hill's short-haired sister.

"landlord?"

Angela frowned.

She had investigated Lin Feng before, and she also investigated the owner of Lin Feng's store by the way.

The woman named Hill Maria, according to the information, is an ordinary woman, but her female intuition tells her that this woman is not simple.

She wanted to dig deeper, but was warned by the chief, so she stopped.

"Um."

Lin Feng picked up his chopsticks and started to eat.

Seeing this, Angela also picked up the knife and fork, and joined the cooking team together.

...

Lin Feng Xiaodian, next door next door.

"Okay, I see."

Hill looked at the messages sent by the detectives on his mobile phone, and suddenly discovered that this policewoman named Angela Dawson had actually lived in Lin Feng's house for more than half a month.

"Damn it, I've been busy for so little time, and my house has been stolen?"

Hill was a little angry: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't play this kind of nurturing game."

"That's all right, it's a step late."

The more Hill thought about it, the more angry she became, so she was going to go down to talk to Lin Feng about this matter. If she didn't give her a good answer, she was going to raise Lin Feng's rent.

At least ten dollars more! ! !

"Jingle Bell……"

Just when Hill was about to act, the phone rang again. This time, it was the ringtone she had specially set for the director——Nick Fury, that black corned egg.

"Hello?"

Hill's tone was very upset: "Nick, I'm on vacation!"

"I know."

Nick Fury was in the monitoring room of the S.H.I.E.L.D Tricurved Wing headquarters, with a solemn expression on his face, and said in a solemn tone: "But this matter must be handled by you."

"Let's talk, are the guys in the desert getting restless again, or are the scumbags on the sea provoking again?"

Hill sighed: "Is there no one else around you? Where's Phil Coulson?"

"I've let Phil Coulson handle it, but you need to be in charge."

Nick said: "I have more important things to do here."

"Fine."

Hill felt that he was a hard worker, and said resignedly: "This is overtime work. When it's over, pay me the overtime pay together."