I really don't care

Steve froze, "I don't..."

Before he finished speaking, Moore stopped him, "Then I'll adjust a very low degree, taste the taste, and try my craft?"

After all he said, what could Steve say with the little look of anticipation in his eyes towards Moore?

Besides, his physical fitness was four times that of ordinary people, and low-alcohol alcohol basically had no effect on him.

So the words of refusal swirled around his lips twice, before being swallowed back into his stomach.Steve was sitting on a high stool, with his arms leaning on the table, his blue eyes looked extra warm in the dim light of the bar.

His upper body is leaning forward. Since he is sitting, he is no longer oppressive to others due to the influence of his height and size. Steve, who raised his head and looked at Moore, looked very well-behaved, "Then try it." , I don’t drink if it’s not good.”

Not knowing what to think of, Moore smiled gently when he saw him like this, and replied in a low voice, "Okay."

He raised his head proudly, "It will never make you feel bad!"

"Let's wait and see," Steve replied.

Even so, Steve, who has lived as "Captain America" ​​for a long time, is also a soldier and a soldier with a brain, so he subconsciously went back to collect information around him.

It seemed to him that most people didn't have any impression, but a small number of people, he actually had an impression - he had seen it in the dangerous people of S.H.I.E.L.D.

He is also wanted by other police departments.

Steve jotted it down, took a picture of a few of them with the S.H.I.E.L.D.-issued stuff, and sent it back.

S.H.I.E.L.D. can send someone to take action, but now, as an ordinary person, he can't do so.

Captain America can appear anywhere, but he cannot appear in Gotham.

Gotham is so exclusive.

The former good official has now become a double-faced person who can sometimes be called an anti-hero, and sometimes needs to be described as a criminal.

Moore looked around, and focused on the people the captain paid attention to without any trace.

In a place like a bar, fish and dragons must be mixed.

But I didn't expect to become a haven for criminals.

That's not okay... Moore took out his mobile phone and gave Aubrey Case another order that was enough to drive Aubrey crazy.

In places like bars, people can enter, but wanted criminals cannot enter.

Aubrey clutched his aching stomach, feeling more and more uncomfortable in his heart - obviously, obviously he did it!

Why does Moore only need to order it?

Unwilling to plant a seed in my heart.

When the time is right, it can grow crazily to reach the sky.

*

"Oh..." Someone exclaimed a little, and the tone seemed to be full of fear.

Moore's hearing is very good, he immediately stopped what he was doing, and looked at the person who made the sound, his eyes were sharp, and he subconsciously aimed at the past.

This kind of person seems to have done something wrong...maybe a criminal.

Steve's hearing is more sensitive than Moore's, so Moore heard it, and of course Steve could hear it, and he and Moore turned their heads almost at the same time.But because Steve is a centenarian (?), he also knows that he can't be impulsive, so he still maintains the state of suppressing his aura, and turns to look at people.

Both Moore and Steve were silent.

Although the person was a little different from the photo, it could be seen that this was the person Steve was looking for.

Moore restrained his momentum and motioned for the man to come over.

After all, Captain America is here, so it doesn't matter if Moore, the leader of 'Secondhand Smoke', is here... It's just that it's not worthwhile to be exposed.

Moore wiped the glass, put the mixed wine in front of Steve, and casually served a glass of juice to the connector Steve was looking for.

Probably having something in his hand is really easy to relax, and the connector did not feel so tense when he touched the cup in his hand.

Steve took a sip directly to save face, and then praised Moore before talking to the connector.

He first comforted the contact person, and then asked for information in detail.

Of course, Moore couldn't participate in any of these things, so he stepped back to wipe the cup.

The hand used to mix the wine is now used to wipe the glass... It feels wasteful for no reason.Steve distractedly glanced at it.

The connector seemed to have some fears about Moore. He glanced at Moore frequently, but when he realized that his behavior was inappropriate, he forcibly controlled his eyes so that they would not run around.

Steve could naturally see the nervousness of the connector, he smiled, "Don't worry..."

He explained that it was Moore who helped, and the connector seemed less nervous—probably because of his trust in Captain America.

After all, Captain America is a representative of integrity, and everyone will probably not raise any objections to his actions.

Soon, Steve confirmed the information with the contact person, as well as the way to meet and contact the next time.Then Steve took his leave and left, and Moore didn't have any reason to stop him... Last time they just met on the same road for a while.

Although it seems that they have lived and died together, but looking at their appearance and the scene at that time, they really can't feel the feeling of living and dying together.

Maybe it's not that urgent.

But this time, Steve took the initiative to exchange mobile phone numbers with Moore, and Moore even handwritten his own phone number to Steve.Because considering that Steve may not be used to it, Steve is a centenarian anyway.

Steve didn't explain that he was now able to integrate into life normally, but happily accepted Moore's kindness.

Steve thought, Moore is really a good kid.

When Moore said goodbye, he raised the glass to the captain, which was filled with wine at an unknown time. Moore saluted from a distance, and then took a sip himself.

There is a smile in his eyes.

It's probably true.Moore touched his heart, feeling the strong beating heart.

*

When Moore woke up again, he was already lying on the bed. He didn't know whose bed it was or where it was.

But there is no danger around, this is what he can confirm.

My head hurts.Moore rubbed his temples, stared blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling, and suddenly remembered why he had a headache—because he drank alcohol yesterday.

Moore seldom drinks, but he can actually drink very well. At the beginning, he didn't know how to drink at all. It wasn't until he became a bartender himself that he realized that the wine turned out to be quite delicious.

Since he is a bartender, how can he serve the wine to the guests without trying it first?

This is how Moore gradually improved his drinking capacity.

But there were people who wanted to get him drunk to do something unspeakable in the first place...and there were.

Relatively speaking, the bar is a mixed place after all, but if he has suffered, he probably doesn't want to go to the bar now, right?

Moore is not sure whether he will do this given his personality. After all, he is not a type that can suffer. He is quite grudges against people other than his relatives.

But it is very troublesome to hold grudges, so basically Moore avenged his grudges on the spot.

Closer to home, he had never seen this room before.

It is well equipped and the sunlight from outside also shines in.Maybe it was because he hadn't had a serious drink for a long time yesterday, and there would be no danger in his own stronghold, so he let himself go wild and let himself drink.

It's just that the drink is a bit miscellaneous, and headaches are definitely unavoidable.

Moore got up from the bed that was only big enough for an adult to lie down, opened the half-closed curtains, glanced outside, and knew that it was still the bar, but it was upstairs.

It really is my own territory.Moore opened the door, and saw a man in a black suit and black sunglasses standing outside, "..."

The man picked up a bowl from the small dining car next to him, "hangover soup."

Moore: "..."

Moore honestly finished his drink, and then went to eat breakfast before answering the call from the cell phone that kept ringing after a while after he woke up.

It's Aubrey Keys on the phone.

It must be no good for that kid to take the initiative to call him.

"Boss, can you do me a favor?"

The author has something to say:

I just released it on the 15th, let me automatically thank Kangkang for this!

Speaking of which, my own cold was too uncomfortable and I didn't take the sixth test, but I forgot about you, did you go to the fourth and sixth test?

It is said that……

Do you have four generations under one roof written as family4.0?

I won't either, but it's killing me

My roommate is going to take the sixth grade exam

come back and tell me

What is stepping on the snow to find plums

what is that

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