Marvel: All those years I lived with the Lord

San Francisco!

District [-]! !

"Phew! What a nice day!"

In the office, Chief Black picked up the slightly hot coffee on the table and drank it in one gulp. The slightly bitter coffee touched the tip of his tongue, instantly waking up his tired brain from working all night yesterday, and also his spirit. Vibrate.

Putting down the cup, Blake walked to the window and looked at the staff of District [-] walking back and forth below, and his expression couldn't help but relax a little.

Since the Holy Lord was sealed again, Blake has not enjoyed such a pleasant and "relaxing" time for a long time. Yes, it is "relaxing"! !

From the first time I encountered that magical "chicken", the responsibilities of the entire Thirteenth District seemed to have suddenly changed. It was obvious that their job was only to prevent and arrest criminal and smuggling groups, or some terrorists, but what about the enemy? He suddenly turned into a demon and a wizard?

Thinking of the ferocious dragon head of the Holy Lord and the evil scarlet eyes, Sheriff Black couldn't help but shudder. As an orthodox American, Black didn't like this sudden change, which made them proud. The technology and military power of the United States are useless. Even when faced with those mysterious things, Sheriff Black is often at a loss. The best example is that the [-]th District base, which has the most advanced military technology in the entire United States, was invaded not once or twice. .

Every time he saw the astronomical figures of war damage expenses reported by the [-]th District base, Chief Black couldn't help but break into a cold sweat on his bare forehead.

Sheriff Black didn't need to look at it to imagine how the members of Congress would burst into tears and spit out sweet smells when they saw the report.Although each budget will come out as scheduled, after all, Chief Black will "truthfully" note the causes of battle damage, but this cannot stop the congressmen from salivating and holding them accountable. After all, the superior men are "civilized people"! !

But now it has finally come to an end. The Holy Lord has been sealed again and locked firmly in the Thirteenth District. The twelve talismans have also fallen off from the Holy Lord's body again as a blessing in disguise and have been kept tightly. The biggest benefit is that Thirteen District finally no longer has to protect those magical animals, and Sheriff Blake no longer has to enjoy his sandwich with weird smells.

Daolong and the members of the Black Hand Gang are also serving their sentences happily in prison. Everything is so beautiful.

"Maybe I should go on a trip to relax, otherwise the only paid vacation this year will be gone. It's a shame to waste it..."

And just when Blake was about to browse the tourist attractions on the Internet, there was a loud explosion that instantly wiped out Sheriff Blake's good mood.

Because he knew that his vacation might be ruined again!

At this time, the entire Thirteenth District was in chaos, and the sound of fire accompanied by the sirens that filled the entire base made Chief Black's face even more ugly.

Looking at the collapsed buildings and damaged machinery and equipment, Sheriff Blake couldn't stop bleeding.

"This is the latest equipment that was just purchased..."

When I thought about the fact that the budget that had just been approved was once again in vain, the entire thirteenth district's financial budget once again turned into a deficit. Maybe even the agents' salaries would not be paid next month, including his own of course.

In an instant, Sheriff Blake's eyes turned red. He immediately picked up the MP5 in the gun cabinet and clicked the safety. No matter who it was this time, Blake would make the other party pay a serious price.

But when the smoke dissipated and the attacker was revealed, the angry Chief Black couldn't help but be shocked. He looked at the familiar face of the visitor and said with confusion on his face:

"You, you are...!!"

Before Blake could finish his words, a ray of white light struck him instantly, and then Sheriff Blake's consciousness fell into darkness. Looking at Blake lying on the ground, the attacker thought for a moment, and then continued walking deeper into the base. .

……

At this time, in Dad's antique shop not far from the [-]th arrondissement, Dad was "chatting endlessly" teaching his apprentice Toru, and Toru listened to Dad's voice that would never disappear like a magic voice, "There is another thing." Something..." His eyes started to roll in circles.

One is a skinny old man with a goatee and white hair; the other is a tall man with a Japanese sumo body shape.The tall man shivered like an immature child in front of the skinny old man. Their behavior did not match their respective statures at all, forming a sharp contrast.

“Oh, poor Tohru!!

Seeing this scene, Xiaoyu, who was lying on the back of a chair watching a show, could only helplessly shake her head.

But at this time, another man in the antique shop took advantage of his father to teach Tru a lesson, and walked towards the door quietly for fear of attracting other people's attention.

Finally, we were only one step away from the store door. The man breathed a heavy sigh of relief and stretched out his hand towards the handle with hope. However, a voice instantly shattered the man's hope.

"Jackie Chan! Where are you going??"

Hearing the sound, Jackie Chan stood up straight as if he was electrocuted, slowly turned his head, and said with a forced smile:

"Hi, Dad! The museum asked me to come over today. There is an exhibit that needs my identification, so...if there's nothing else, I'll leave first. After all, the bus to the museum will be here soon...Ah! Okay! pain……"

"Oh, what nonsense are you talking about..."

But unfortunately, Jackie Chan was interrupted by his father's cry before he could finish his words. Then he received a familiar knife blow. Feeling the familiar pain on his forehead, Jackie Chan couldn't help but burst into tears. That's right. This is my father, and he still can't escape.

"I told you yesterday, Jackie Chan, that I would help daddy look after the store today. Didn't you even listen to daddy??"

"Ah, of course not, Dad!"

Looking at his father who was showing his teeth and claws as if he would pounce at any time, Jackie Chan was so frightened that he waved his hands quickly.

"But... isn't there still Tohru!!"

Jackie Chan looked around and saw Tohru, who was about to be "educated" by his father to be autistic. He quickly pointed over in surprise and reminded his father not to forget his precious apprentice.

"No, Tohru, he wants to learn new magic with me, and I informed you yesterday!!"

"But I didn't agree..."

Looking at the palm that was about to fall on his head at any moment, Jackie Chan closed his mouth rationally.

"...Wait a minute, isn't there Aang? Yes, Dad, where is your other apprentice??"

Jackie Chan thought for a while and said quickly.

"Ah~!!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Jackie Chan was hit again.

"Nonsense, don't worry, do you think I would still call you if Aang was here? If you had half of his thoughts, my father would be able to live in peace and contentment long ago, you bastard..."

The father looked at Jackie Chan with hatred, and his palm began to move again, searching for the angle, wanting to give Jackie Chan another good blow.

However, Jackie Chan saw what his father was thinking, and quickly held his head with his hands and took a few steps back, trying to stay away from his father.

"Dad, where has Uncle Ang been these past two days? I haven't seen him."

Fortunately, Xiaoyu attracted Dad's attention, which made Jackie Chan breathe a sigh of relief.

"Aang asked me for leave the day before yesterday. He won't come to the store these days. He said he seemed to be going somewhere to pick up some things..."

Dad is also a little helpless. If Aang is here, he will definitely not let Jackie Chan come to visit the store. Jackie Chan does not know how to do business at all. If he passes the antique store to Jackie Chan in the future, he will definitely donate the entire antique store to the museum. Yes, when I thought of this, my father felt like he was having a myocardial infarction, as if he was about to be called away by the great master in heaven at any time.

"And the other..."

Thinking of this, Dad looked at Xiaoyu who was very excited. He thought it would be better to donate it to a museum. I'm afraid that as soon as the antique shop came into her hands, the whole store would be reduced to ashes the next day.Forget it, let’s leave it to my two apprentices from now on!

But Jackie Chan kept turning his brain on the side, looked at Xiaoyu who was doing nothing on the chair, and said immediately:

"Dad, actually Xiaoyu can still help you..."

It's okay not to mention it. When Xiaoyu was mentioned, Dad seemed to have seen the antique shop burning in front of him. He was so angry that he started to slap Jackie Chan directly.

"Oh, Jackie Chan, do you want dad's antique shop to be destroyed now? Damn it... you must stay for me to look after the shop today!!"

"Oh, don't...it hurts. I was wrong, Dad!"

Jackie Chan also knew that he had said the wrong thing, after all, Xiaoyu's criminal record was obvious to all.

And when Xiaoyu looked at Jackie Chan who kept dodging under his father's hands, he couldn't help but say with a playful smile on his lips:

"Uncle Long, thank you very much for your trust, but today is our boy scout training day, so I'm sorry..."

After saying that, he complained dissatisfiedly to his father:

"Dad, do you just not believe me?... Never let me make you tea again!!"

Jackie Chan didn't think anything when he heard Xiaoyu's words, but he felt that his father's attacks seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

"Dad, please let me go. Recently, several treasure hunting missions entrusted to me by the museum have failed. If this continues, the museum will fire me."

"Wouldn't that be better? Then you would have enough time to learn how to run a store! I have long disliked your job..."

Unexpectedly, he would get this good news, and his father made up his mind not to allow Jackie Chan to go out today. Wait, it would be best to lock him up until the museum expels him.

Jackie Chan even had a headache. Just as he continued to struggle with his father, his cell phone rang.

"Hey, hello, I'm Jackie Chan, ah~"

While talking, another red mark appeared on Jackie Chan's forehead.But then when I heard the message on the phone, I couldn't help but shout:

"What, District [-] was attacked!"

In an instant, the entire antique store fell silent. Dad frowned and stopped what he was doing.

"Okay, I'll be there soon!!"

After hanging up the phone, Jackie Chan nodded to his father.

"Tohru, come with me to District [-]!!"

"OK!!"

"Uncle Long, I want to go too!"

Hearing such exciting things, Xiaoyu couldn't bear it any longer. She jumped down from the chair and ran towards the door. However, before she could run a few steps, Jackie Chan picked her up and handed her over to her father.

"Xiaoyu, don't forget, do you have any Boy Scout activities today?"

"But, Uncle Long...Okay!!"

Xiaoyu looked at Jackie Chan's serious eyes and could only nod helplessly.

But when Jackie Chan and Tohru left, Xiaoyu's smart eyes flashed with a hint of narrowing.

"Of course, I will definitely participate in the activities, but the theme of this Boy Scout activity is: Save District [-]!!"

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