marvel angel

The next morning, Angela and Lorna stood outside the store, waiting for the truck to arrive, ready to replenish the gift shop.From the perspective of passers-by who were in a hurry, they were just basking in the sun boredly on the street. Moreover, the relationship between the two did not seem to be very good, and there was no verbal communication between them.

But in fact, the two of them were chatting with each other through telepathy.If the spiritual connection between the two of them were compared to a bridge, it would be busier than the George Washington Bridge to the north.

The streets of New York were no less busy with traffic on Monday morning.The last time the driver came to pick up goods for the gift shop, due to an oversight, he failed to turn in time and was forced by the complicated road conditions to turn around for almost an hour before returning.This time Angela and Lorna kept their eyes on the passing vehicles, ready to stop him at any time.Originally, Angela could easily observe the nearby traffic through Icarus, but after the little pigeon was connected to the telepathy, it was obvious that she couldn't stand the two of them chattering noisier than the pigeons, so she flew across the Hudson River and fled to New Jersey. went.

As Icarus became more humane, he also developed his own little temper.Angela was not surprised that he "ran away from home". He would definitely come back anyway.To her surprise, what was driving towards them and parked in front of the gift shop was not the Volvo carrying goods, but a luxurious Bentley that was completely black.The Aurora Gift Shop is only one street away from Harlem, but no dignitaries have ever come here.

A thin man stepped out of the car from the passenger seat. He adjusted his tie with his slender fingers and nodded to the two girls in an elegant and polite tone.

"Good morning, ladies. Are you the owners of this store?"

"Yes, we are. Good morning, sir," Angela responded enthusiastically. This man with a very artistic temperament gave her a very good first impression.

"Your hands are so beautiful." Lorna obviously also had a good impression of him, "Like a pianist's hands. Are you a pianist?"

"Thank you for your compliment. Although many people have said that I am a great jazz player, unfortunately I did not get the opportunity to hone my skills in the music industry." The man's demeanor was confident and calm, neither modest nor bragging. "Please let me know first." Let me introduce myself, my name is Cornell Stokes and I am the owner of Harlem Paradise.”

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Stokes." Angela nodded to Stokes. "I'm Angela Ziegler. This is Lorna Dane. Please forgive her for staring directly at you. She I just really want to hear you play a song."

"Haha, thank you for your favor, Miss Dann. If my nightclub is lucky enough to have your presence, I will definitely play a few of Don Shirley's famous songs for you personally." Stokes seemed to be itched to the point of being praised, Smiling very happily, "But, ladies, I came to visit you today specifically to apologize to you."

"Apologies Mr. Stokes, this must be our first meeting." Lorna blinked her eyes in confusion.

"That's it, ladies." Stokes crossed his hands on his chest and said apologetically, "Last night, two of my employees seemed to have caused unforgivable harm to you after drinking too much. offend."

"What are you?" Lorna stopped her mouth in time under Angela's telepathic reminder, and did not say the word "gangster" openly.

"I have taught them a stern lesson. How to deal with them now depends on your opinion." After Stokes finished speaking, he gave a look to several people sitting in the car behind him.

A young man wearing a black sleeveless leather vest opened the driver's door neatly and walked out.Judging from his appearance, he is about the same age as Angela, and he seems to be of Indian origin.

The young man knocked impatiently on the rear window, and then three other little boys who looked like middle school students slowly got out of the back seat.

"Oh my God, this" Lorna exclaimed in a low voice. She saw that two of them were the hooligans who tried to kidnap them last night, and the wounds on their faces were simply shocking.

"Lorna, although it's scary, it's just a skin injury and it will heal soon." Angela patted Lorna's peaked cap gently, "Those who do it know the severity."

"John, if you really feel sorry for them, you should teach them the principles of life before they get into trouble." After hearing Angela's words, Stokes blamed the Indian boy with a slightly sullen tone.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stokes, I'm sorry, female." When the young man raised his head and looked at Angela and Lorna, his muscular body suddenly trembled. He immediately lowered his head to cover up his unnatural performance, " Sorry, ladies, it’s my responsibility.”

"It's not your fault, John." Among the trio of middle school students, the boy Angela and Lorna had never met hurriedly walked up, "I didn't keep an eye on them yesterday. Shamik, Chico, come here quickly." The boy shouted to his two companions, whose faces were full of glory.

"I'm sorry, I know we were wrong." The two boys named Shamik and Chico followed in panic and fear, bowing their heads deeply to Angela and Lorna.

"Ladies, I know their behavior is excessive." Another child who did not make any mistakes had the most sincere attitude, "But please have mercy on them. Their fathers abandoned the family when they were young."

"Dante, don't excuse them," Stokes sternly stopped the boy. "They committed a crime. If you don't let your friends learn from this, you will harm them instead." Stokes noticed. He coughed twice and looked at the two girls with complicated expressions. "Ms. Ziegler, Miss Dann, I listen to your voices now. Fire them, teach them to the police, or give them something better." Painful lessons can be learned.”

"Well" Lorna was frightened by Stokes' posture and hesitated a little. She looked carefully at the two boys who didn't dare to raise their heads, and then looked at Angela guiltily, "After my father died, I didn't get any more Without the love and care of a father-like figure, I almost made almost the same mistakes as them."

"But at least you didn't point a knife at me." Angela recalled the scene when she first met Lorna and couldn't help laughing. "Obviously, if boys are not taught the correct concept of manhood, they will make mistakes. It’s even more outrageous.”

"But as you said, once in a while, people stumble and lose their way, it doesn't mean they will always be lost. Sometimes we just need someone to help us."

"Since you said so, then I will follow your guidance." Angela called Lorna "Polaris" affectionately through telepathy, causing Lorna's face to turn slightly red.

"You want to spare them just like this?" Stokes stared at the two magical girls in front of him in surprise.

"It's so easy to guess the thoughts of little boys of this age." Angela smiled and looked at Shamik and Chico, who also raised their heads in surprise, "They want a way to get ahead, but they are too proud. Are willing to ask for help, so you have to coax them into the road, don't you?" Angela winked at Stokes again.

"Your magnanimity is comparable to that of the man I admire most." Stoke paused for a moment, and then said with admiration, "It's unbelievable. Your mind is far broader than your body."

"Oh no, he drove too far again." Lorna accidentally caught a glimpse of the Volvo they were expecting, and dragged Angela to look towards the street.

"Forget it, he will come back." Angela shook her head helplessly and said to everyone, "Come in quickly, I will buy you a drink."

Everyone followed Lorna and walked in gratefully.Angela, who was standing at the back, noticed that the Indian guy had a thunderbird totem tattooed on his left shoulder.

"May I ask, what is your name, sir?"

"I am John Proudstar, Ms. Ziegler." The Indian looked directly into Angela's eyes, and his deep gaze seemed to see into the depths of her soul.