The game system of the American comic world

At 7 o'clock in the morning, Lingfeng, who was awakened by the alarm, jumped up from the bed. He was naked. After scratching his head, he put on the clothes that were randomly discarded around the bed before going to bed yesterday, and went to the bathroom to apply cold water. Face, let yourself return to the normal state from the half-asleep state.

After washing up, Ling Feng took some water with his hands and scratched his hair. After styling it into a style that satisfied him, he left the bathroom and walked towards the restaurant.

Speaking of breakfast, we have to complain about the singleness of American breakfast. The common breakfast in most people's homes is the legendary instant cereal, which is poured from the packaging bag into a bowl, and then milk is followed. Pour it into a bowl, and use a spoon to turn the bowl twice so that the cereal can be fully soaked in the milk. Then use a spoon to scoop up the cereal and start eating. This is the most breakfast Ling Feng has seen in the United States. Of course, it is still There are high-calorie breakfasts such as hot dogs and hamburgers that can be bought outside.

Ling Feng felt that these breakfasts were fine once in a while. If Ling Feng had to eat them every day, it would simply kill him. So he had to pick up the cooking skills he had developed in the big foodie empire again to make himself happy. As a big foodie, his mouth is satisfied. Ever since he made a Chinese breakfast and was discovered by his neighbors, he has to make more every morning to share with his neighbors.

Of course, this situation is definitely not just Ling Feng's unilateral gift. At least after sharing the breakfast with his neighbors, those neighbors became much easier to talk to.

The breakfast Lingfeng decided to make this morning was fried dough sticks and soy milk, which is very common in China. Although it may not be very healthy, for people in a big foodie empire, is it important to be healthy and have an appetite? Moreover, this kind of thing is still harmful to health. Far less than a cigarette

"dong dong dong"

After Ling Feng made breakfast, Mr. and Mrs. Smith and the McCready father and daughter who lived next door came to Ling Feng's house and knocked on the door, waiting for Ling Feng to open the door.

"crunch"

After Ling Feng opened the door, a little blond loli ran past him quickly and said loudly as he ran, "Thank you, Uncle Lin, for cooking us breakfast."

His father smiled awkwardly outside the door: "Well, I usually don't have time to teach this daughter, I'm sorry."

"What's the point? Mindy is very cute, Uncle Damon, you don't have to be like this." Ling Feng quickly waved his hand to let him and Mr. and Mrs. Smith enter the house.

"That's right, Big Daddy, even Uncle Ling thinks I'm cute." Minty's character is very much like that of a boy.

His father, Damon, is a retired policeman. Originally, Damon was indifferent to Ling Feng when Ling Feng moved here. Later, for some reason, he suddenly became enthusiastic towards Ling Feng. , and often brought his daughter to his house to play.

As for the relationship between the Smiths and the McCready father and daughter, although it is not harmonious, it is still a passable relationship.

Speaking of which, the reason why Lingfeng chose this community to live was because there were very few criminals here, and he didn't have to worry about dropping anything. Later, when Lingfeng visited his neighbors, he discovered that the security environment in this community was good for no reason. After all, I No one would be stupid enough to cause trouble in a place where two professional killers live, let alone two street heroes whose identities are unknown to the criminals.

"Hey, Ling, what is this this morning? I feel like I haven't seen it before." Mrs. Smith asked Ling Feng in surprise when she saw the shape of the fried dough sticks.

"Oh, this is called fried dough sticks and soy milk, which is a kind of breakfast in China." Lingfeng sat on his seat, picked up a fried dough stick, pulled off a small section and soaked it in the soy milk, then fished it out with chopsticks He came out, put it beautifully into his mouth, chewed it, and then let out a comfortable sigh.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith followed suit and ate the fried dough sticks clumsily with chopsticks.

Then they all let out comfortable exclamations.

Ling Feng saw everyone eating happily, and he also smiled with satisfaction.

After breakfast, everyone said hello to Ling Feng and then went to work and school. Ling Feng also packed up the tableware at home and went out to take a bus to the police station for work.

"Ling, come to my office." As soon as he arrived at the police station, he heard his boss, the director of the branch, shouting to him.

"Well, okay" Ling Feng replied calmly. He could actually guess what the other party asked him to go to the office for. It was most likely that Swat contacted him and invited him to try out.

"Hey, Ling, where did you mess with that pervert?" one of Ling Feng's colleagues asked.

"No, where can I provoke him?" Ling Feng gave him a funny look. I really don't know why he thought he was called into the office because he offended the director.

The colleague smiled coquettishly and didn't say anything, but his eyes still revealed a kind of, I don't believe what you said, you must have provoked that pervert somewhere.

For this kind of person who uses his own experience to speculate on others, Ling Feng can only give him an awkward but polite smile.

Then he turned around and walked towards the director's office.

"dong dong"

"please come in"

After Ling Feng entered the office, he gently closed the door with his backhand. This was a polite behavior.

"It's like this, Ling Feng, last night, the person in charge of swat called me and said that he invited you to join swat's trial training, and you have already agreed, right?" The director took a puff of cigarette, and then in the smoke Speaking to Ling Feng, he now looked like an evil dragon with lava choking his throat, spitting black smoke outside.

Ling Feng calmly looked at the leader who was puffing away the smoke, and sat up straight in his chair: "Yes, Director, I have agreed."

"Is that so?" The director muttered to himself, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Ling Feng did not disturb his leader, but sat quietly on the chair.

"In this case, then you go and try. If you are selected, do it well. If you are not selected, just come back and continue to do it." The director finally said these words. I don't know what kind of mentality he had when he said it. , maybe just out of politeness.

Ling Feng nodded, saluted his director, and then left his office.

In the next day, Lingfeng still completed every patrol and every alarm call seriously, and did not slack off because he was going to swat trial training.

End of this chapter