Warlock of the Marvel Universe

So far, there have been many twists and turns in this matter.

For example, from a simple domestic violence incident, it was discovered that Captain America had bad conduct, and then it escalated to Captain America cheating on old cows and breaking all kinds of shocking gossip. Although Captain America once had no love in his life and only wanted to die. It's a bit sad, but okay, and it ends with a happy ending.

"Congratulations, you guys are finally back together." Evanson clapped his hands and walked to Captain America and Peggy Carter, who were still together. "I'm just going to tell you what's going on between husband and wife." As long as we open up and talk about it, most things can be resolved.”

"Ah, this is for you." Evenson said as he took out a bottle of red wine that looked very high-end from his backpack and handed it over with a show-off expression on his face.

When I came here, I posted a message on WeChat to show off my wealth, but you two haven’t replied yet. Now that the matter has been resolved, why not show it off and see your envious and jealous expressions.

"Oh, thank you." Captain America was not polite and took the wine directly, then took Peggy Carter's hand and said affectionately, "I'm planning to have a candlelight dinner tonight."

"Do you want to drink it tonight?" Evanson put his hands on his hips and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, this bottle of wine is quite good, so I suggest it be best to drink it at your wedding." "

"It's okay." Peggy Carter shook her head slightly, her face filled with happiness. "I have a family-owned wine cellar in my hometown in England, and the good wine stored in it is enough to entertain guests at our wedding."

"Oh, really, then I'll leave first." Evanson touched his nose awkwardly, feeling a hatred in his heart. Showing off, do you believe it or not, on your wedding day, I will bring a plastic bag with you? Go over there and drink all your wine.

Evanson mumbled to the street, curled his lips and took out a cigar that was blowing in the autumn breeze. He bit off the head and lit it. Then he glanced at Captain America's house and knew that Niwai, I'm leaving you now. Don't tell me to give it away, don't ask me how to get back. Huh, candlelight dinner, be careful of fire.

However, Evanson is really far away from his home now. It's not too far if you drive, but it's not close if you walk.But there is no one at home, and the demonic circle has not been drawn yet. There is no way to teleport back immediately. So now, we can't just take out the nightmare horse on the street and ride back.

Otherwise, we really have to walk back. Evanson decisively rejected this idea. What is his identity now? The big boss behind the Umbrella Company, with a net worth of tens of billions, and a special consultant to SHIELD. How can he walk home? Yeah, he had no status, so he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and decided to be extravagant and fight.

Just do it, Evanson immediately got busy, but it was quite memorable because this was the first time she took a taxi in her life. In the past, she either took the bus, squeezed the subway or pedaled. Bicycle, and later he finally got his own car, and it had zero emissions and no oil pollution. This changed his travel habits.

“Brother, do you want to carpool?”

“Ladies carpool?”

"This little sister, oh no, this big guy, forget it, I won't carpool with you anymore."

Saving money in life should start from little things. While being able to maintain your own identity, you must not be extravagant and wasteful.Evenson, who has always insisted on living a frugal life, thinks it is better to find someone to share the fare. After all, his tens of billions of net worth are only theoretical at present, and he does not know when he will be able to get it.



But after 10 minutes of busy work, he still couldn't find anyone willing to carpool with him. Either he was going in a different direction, or he didn't want to share a vehicle with a stranger.But just when Evanson was about to grit his teeth and stamp his feet again and take a car back, a sharp whistle suddenly came from not far away.

Evenson turned around and looked over, only to see a tall and thin man standing on the curb, blowing a whistle and raising his right hand to stop the taxi.Next to him was a well-dressed Asian woman who seemed to be his friend.

However, after the lady saw what her companion had done, she immediately took two steps away in disgust, "Sherlock, I told you, you don't need to blow the whistle when hailing a taxi."

Seeing this scene, Evanson also hesitated. Should he go up and ask them if they wanted to carpool? The other party seemed to be a little abnormal in his mind. I'm afraid he was not a psycho. But, that's fine. If he was a psycho, he might be able to deceive him. He paid for all the fare.

Just do it. Evanson immediately walked forward and asked politely, "Mr. and Madam, it is difficult to take a taxi now. Do you think we can share a taxi?"

But who knew that the man suddenly turned around like he was neurotic, with a stinky expression on his face, "No, I'm not in the habit of carpooling."

But the female companion next to him smiled politely and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Sixth Street," Evanson said.

"That's just right. Our destination is the same." The woman smiled again and agreed.

"Watson" But this man was obviously dissatisfied and complained about the woman's name.

"What's wrong?" the woman, Watson, raised her eyebrows and said, "Isn't the crime scene this time in the Sixth Street? It happened to be on the way."

This time the man named Sherlock didn't say anything more, but Evanson raised his eyebrows because he just heard a word, crime scene.

At this moment, a taxi stopped beside them, and Evanson got into the front seat of the car without saying a word. This made Sherlock roll his eyes helplessly, and had to take Watson to the back of the car. seat.

After the car started moving, after telling the driver his address, Evanson finally couldn't help but ask his own questions. He turned and looked back, "You just said what you did at the crime scene." The word "crime scene" usually means It was used by the police, but the two men were not dressed like police officers. Moreover, the man had a medal hanging on his chest, and his physical condition made Evanson feel a little strange but also familiar.

Thanks to the two ladies, Evanson is extremely familiar with this situation. This man is an addict, or at least once was an addict. This kind of thing should not be tolerated in the American police system. People.

"nypd" Could it be Sherlock who spoke this time? "I'm a consultant there." At the time of harvest, his bright eyes were carefully observing Evanson through the rearview mirror of the car.

"The New York Police Department." Evanson thought to himself that he was a consultant, so he turned his head back. "This is quite a coincidence. I have dealt with the New York Police Department before."

"You also worked in the New York Police Department?" he asked curiously.

"No." This moment made Evanson a little embarrassed. "I went to create jobs for them."