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"Harry and Parker, how long do you two want to be lazy!"

"Come here and work!"

At this time, a rough voice came from the workshop, a voice that was extremely familiar to Saitama.

The eyes of everyone in the entire hall were drawn over, staring at the old wooden door.

"I'm calling you!"

The owner of the voice didn't get a response for a long time, so he simply walked out in person and drove the two lazy guys back.

The strong muscles pushed open the wooden door, and the blond hair rested on the resolute face. Saitama knew very well that this was his last boss, Juan.

"Juan, Parker just needs to work hard, Harry is here to experience it."

Palma was lying in front of the cashier without even looking at Juan.

"Since this kid has decided to experience it, he can't slack off."

"Everything has to be done."

Juan put down the towel to wipe his sweat. When he looked up, he found Saitama standing in the crowd.

"Hi, manager."

Saitama said hello to Juan. He had heard from Parker before that Juan had handed over the rescue work to others and would find another place to be the store manager. Unexpectedly, he met the Pizza King again in Hell's Kitchen.

"Hey, Saitama, you're here too."

"Let's help. Starting from today, you will be paid $14 an hour."

"The holidays will be calculated as before, two days off per week."

Juan was not polite. He threw a piece of work clothes to Saitama, turned around and went back to the workroom to continue working, leaving everyone with confused faces.

Harry, who was originally going to continue introducing his family business, didn't know how to continue the topic.

"Let's work."

Parker's face darkened, he lowered his head and left with the mop.

"what……"

"Work work..."

Saitama and Parker cooperated very well, picking up the handkerchief on the cashier's counter and cleaning up the dirty tables left behind by the guests.

"Hey, why are you leaving?"

"Hey, why don't you..."

Harry was left at a loss and was left where he was. At this moment, Palma glanced at Harry. Harry trembled and did not dare to say any more nonsense. He walked out of the Pizza King and continued to hand out flyers on the street.

Due to a lot of work, they didn't take their first break until around three in the afternoon.

"Now that I have changed the store, I am busier than before..."

Saitama was lying on his back in the employee lounge, complaining with a look of despair.

"No way, Hell's Kitchen customers seem to prefer dine-in, and there are very few takeaways."

"Even takeout orders have also been reduced a lot. Fortunately, the chance of encountering some 'strange' customers during takeout is much smaller."

Parker looked out through the window. Although the number of customers in the store was sparse, the total number of customers was still more than the original store.

He guessed that this might have something to do with the composition of Hell's Kitchen. More than 50% of the people here are migrant workers from other urban areas. With one to two days of rest per week and unaffordable delivery fees, they often choose to work in Hell's Kitchen. Fast food restaurant solution.

Speaking of which, he and Saitama seem to be one of them, living a life that requires careful planning.

"Let me tell you, since you two usually work so hard."

"Why don't you come to my house someday and let's relax together."

Harry put down his phone and looked at Saitama and Parker sincerely.

"Okay, what about you, Saitama?"

Parker received a text message from Deadpool and was responding to the other party with rude and dirty words. It was obvious that his mind was not on Harry's invitation.

"I'll let it go. Didn't that red pervert say he was going to the amusement park? We might as well deal with him first."

Saitama also looked absent-minded, closing his eyes in a daze. When talking about Deadpool, he used a pronoun that only he and Parker would understand. This made Harry on the side feel not only ignored, but also isolated.

"Haha, okay, it's okay."

"You should finish your own business first and then make an appointment."

Harry didn't expect that after a whole day of high-intensity work that was not in line with his status, he would be treated indifferently by the bald man in front of him. He suppressed his displeasure and pretended to be friendly and said, but his eyes were deadly. Stare at that hateful bald head.

Harry had been as friendly as possible to the bald man who suddenly popped up between him and Parker. He couldn't accept Saitama's attitude that nothing mattered, which made Harry disgusted.

"Have you rested enough?"

After Harry beats Saitama in his head countless times, Juan appears at the right time, and his shocking voice wakes everyone up.

After Saitama escaped from his dream, he sat up silently, stretched and was about to walk out. Harry, who was following him, swore that he would make this bald man look good if he had the chance.

At this moment, Harry's cell phone rang suddenly. When he received the call, his expression changed. The false friendliness on his face disappeared and was replaced by a serious look.

"OK, all right."

"Father, I'll be right over."

Not sure what Harry's father said, he put down the phone and went to say goodbye to Juan, then took off his work clothes and left Pizza King.

A Rolls-Royce Cullinan had already parked outside the door, and the butler in black opened the door and waited for Harry's arrival.

"Wow..."

"That car just looks expensive."

Harry, who hates Saitama, may never have imagined that when Saitama saw his mediocre Cullinan, he couldn't move his eyes anywhere else.

"It's okay, just about a million dollars."

"It's not as expensive as the shirt Stark made for you."

Parker was much calmer than Saitama. When Juan entered the office to rest, he turned to Saitama and said.

"Ah... today is also a hard day, I have to go to work quickly..."

When Saitama heard Parker mention the horribly expensive jersey that was damaged in the end, he quickly looked away and slipped into the workroom pretending not to hear.

While Saitama and Parker were working normally, someone sneaked into SHIELD's secret branch far away from New York.

Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, is a small city with an underdeveloped economy. The green area is even greater than the building area. It is a suitable place for hiding secrets.

To the west of the city, there is a large forest. Due to the gradual modernization of Egg Harbor City, there are almost no hunters here. Except for the falcons that fly by from time to time, you can't see anything offensive.

"Drive in."

"I want you to drive in!"

An off-road vehicle driving through the forest awakened the bluebirds perched on the branches. Falcons flew over and preyed on these defenseless birds.

When the birds dispersed, the driver was revealed with a pistol pressed against his head. The owner of the pistol was sitting in the back seat, grabbing the driver's seat with his other hand.

"Sam, it's no use what you're doing."

"Clara's matter will be fine as long as the investigation is clear."

Sweat dripped from the driver's brow as he tried to soothe his grumpy father in the back seat.

"Do you think I don't know what kind of organization your SHIELD is?"

"I just want Clara to be safe now!"

Sam Wilson, the man codenamed Falcon, unbuckled his pistol.

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