Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

Most of the people who had gathered in the square had already hid in the lobby of the Stark Building at this time. The originally empty lobby on the first floor was overcrowded and noisy, and there were even the howling of children full of fear.There were people who had learned first aid, and they were already doing simple first aid for the wounds of the Stark Group employees who were shot.

After Rosie asked Woolf to call the emergency number of the nearby hospital, she walked to the door and looked out.

The agents on the opposite side of the road have been subdued by Batman, and the Spiderman and Green Goblin who were fighting between the buildings have disappeared. This block seems to be safe for the time being.

Rosie let out a breath, and her tensed shoulders loosened. At this moment, she heard a few soft footsteps in her ears. She had experienced bomb threats and gunshots in just one hour. Extremely sensitive to any sound, her heart began to beat violently again, and she suddenly looked towards the place where the sound came from, but she happened to meet the eyes of a little boy, Lan Yingying.

She was stunned, and the little boy tilted his head and looked at her curiously, then stretched out his hand, pointed at her feet, and said crisply, "Sister, your feet are bleeding."

Rosie lowered her head in the direction he pointed, only to realize that her bare ankle had been scratched, and the blood on the wound hadn't completely solidified. She had been in a state of high tension before, so that she didn't notice her foot injury. Now she saw it. As for the wound, I really felt a burst of pain from the ankle. Not only was there scratches on the surface of the skin, but the right ankle was sprained.

She didn't change her face because of the pain, she just smiled at the little boy and said softly, "Thank you."

The little boy shook his head and said with a smile, "I saw my sister save someone. My sister is a good person."

The child is about five or six years old, and his words are still not very clear. Hearing him speak in such a childlike voice only makes people feel warm in the heart. Rosie looked at him, and the smile on her face was even stronger. She just wanted to reach out Touching his brown curly hair, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw a projection of a person on the opposite glass door. She immediately turned her head and found an agent in a black combat uniform in the corner behind him. A pistol/gun, the black muzzle was facing her and the little boy.

She subconsciously fell forward and threw the little boy under her body. At the same time, she heard a gunshot behind her, but the next moment, there were two consecutive gunshots. She was quite familiar with guns. Immediately distinguishing that the last two gunshots belonged to guns of different calibers from the previous one, before she had time to think about it, she heard a "wow" sound of glass shattering, and then, she heard the gunshot behind her. The agent let out a muffled grunt, then fell to the ground.

Rosie propped herself up with her hands, looked back, and immediately covered the eyes of the little boy who also got up.

The little boy was not dissatisfied because his eyes were blindfolded, but called out with some doubts: "Sister?"

Rosie tried her best to soften her voice: "Be good, don't look over there."

The little boy said "Oh" and nodded obediently.

The agent who shot before had been shot and fell to the ground. His upper body was leaning against the wall, and his half-missed head was slanted against his shoulder. The pattern was several meters away, and Rosie could smell the fishy smell from the pattern.

And in front of this corpse, stood a tall man, he was wearing a black motorcycle jacket, dark blue jeans, a red helmet on his head, and motorcycle gloves on his hands, two guns in his hands looked like Like a child's rubber band, he pulled the trigger and twirled it around, and then snapped it back into the holster around his waist.

He put away his gun, turned his head towards Rosie, and Rosie gave him an extremely ugly smile back.

If possible, she would like to go forward and ask, what happened today, Gotham gangsters were taken over?Or Arkham exploded/exploded on the spot, why the vigilantes who originally belonged to Gotham all ran to New York one by one to fight criminals.

It's just that this ruthless anti-hero, Red Hood, who was called by the police in Gotham City, didn't give Rosie any chance to interview him. He just looked at Rosie, turned his head, and strode away.

After the red hood left, Woolf hurried out of the lobby with a gun in his hand. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Rosie holding the little boy in his arms, and said, " Fortunately, Secretary Mathers is fine."

Rosie smiled at him: "It's okay, this is the territory of superheroes."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a faint rumbling sound. She turned her head and looked up at the sky, only to see a huge golden flower made of flames lit up in the delightfully blue sky in the afternoon.

She put down the hand covering the little boy, and patted his shoulder with the other hand. The little boy raised his eyes to look at her in a daze, and then followed the direction she pointed, and looked towards the sky.

"Look, Iron Man invites you to watch the fireworks."

The two level bombs that had been stationary in her hands for nearly an hour exploded into pieces in the stratosphere ten kilometers above the ground, and burst into flames that were far more beautiful than when they exploded on the ground.

The last sentence of the boss, "Please watch the fireworks", was really not lying to her.

"An attack led by the Green Goblin took place in Midtown Manhattan today. The incident resulted in 13 deaths and 29 injuries. Ten of the dead were agents of an unknown organization, and 28 of the injured were employees of the Stark Group. At present, all the injured have been sent to the nearest hospital for treatment..."

Rosie and Woolf, as the only two employees of the Stark Group who were not shot, were transported to the nearest hospital by the roaring ambulance along with more than 20 other colleagues who were shot. This hospital is the one that Rosie was forcibly sent to by Tony before. It belongs to Tony's private property, so the whole hospital attaches great importance to it. Even Rosie and Woolf, who came with other colleagues with only minor injuries, were sent Tucked into the VIP ward on the top floor.

Rosie had just been disinfected by an intern in the emergency department when she heard menacing footsteps coming from the corridor outside the house. Just listening to the frequency of the high heels stepping on the floor tiles, she was already After guessing who was coming, five seconds later, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, and Mrs. Mathers' angry voice resounded throughout the VIP ward: "Rosie, resign before tomorrow. !"

The intern doctor's hands trembled, and the sterile cotton swab that had just been used slipped from his hand. He hurriedly picked up the visa-free product and threw it into the medical waste basket next to him. He got up and stood beside Rosie's hospital bed.

Rosie was sitting on the hospital bed. Her bare feet had been carefully treated by the intern doctor. There was no blood or dust, but if you looked carefully, you could still see the thin wounds. She pushed her feet back and tried her best to Hiding her feet behind the sheets of the hospital bed, she smiled at Mrs. Mathers and said, "Why is Mrs. Mathers so angry?"

Seeing her smiling face, Mrs. Mathers was very angry. She walked to the stool opposite the hospital bed and sat down, staring at Rosie, and said, "If Kailanie hadn't called me, would you still be here?" Don’t want to tell me, you’re in the hospital again?”

Rosie blinked: "I'm not hurt."

"You don't need to put your feet back, I can see them all." Mrs. Mathers said coldly.

Rosie straightened her feet innocently, her toes wagging mischievously.

As soon as Mrs. Mathers saw the wound on her foot, she said distressedly: "Your father and I have loved you as a baby for so many years. You have just started working and you have been in danger frequently. How can you let us let it go?" Don't worry, I heard from the nurse outside that the level bomb/bomb handled by Iron Man was still in your hands at the beginning. Do you know that I almost lost my soul when I first heard it? Your father It's still late at night, he can't see the news, when he wakes up..."

Seeing that Mrs. Mathers was about to cry again, Rosie quickly patted the little intern doctor by her side. The little doctor was stunned for a few seconds before he could react, then hurriedly cleaned up, and then ran away clutching his stethoscope As if, slipped out of the ward.

And because of the little doctor's actions, Mrs. Mathers's crying had to be interrupted. She said angrily to Rosie, "Baby, you are getting more and more misbehaved."

Rosie jumped off the hospital bed, and Mrs. Mathers saw her feet on the ground, and quickly stood up from her stool. She walked to Mrs. Mathers with a smile, and put her arms around her Neck, rubbed his cheek against each other's ear, and said softly: "My dear Mrs. Mathers, please don't worry about me, I'm not that easy to get into trouble."

"How could I not worry about you?" Mrs. Mathers was soft-hearted by her, and her tone was not as aggressive as before. She patted Rosie's hand in front of her and said, "When I gave birth to you Difficult labor, your father was walking around outside the delivery room, smoking several packs of cigarettes, and finally gave birth to you. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mathers with disheveled hair and red eyes, who looked like a beggar in a slum gentlemen."

When she said this, she couldn't help smiling, and Rosie was also stunned, buried in the back of Mrs. Mathers' neck, and smiled too.

Her mother had a difficult labor when she gave birth, and she stayed in the delivery room for more than twenty hours. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer, so she chose a caesarean section. Her father had been waiting outside since her mother was pushed into the delivery room. Sometimes I sit on a chair in the corridor, and sometimes I bury my head and walk around the door of the delivery room with cigarette butts under my feet. For this reason, I am often scolded by the hospital cleaning lady.

These were all told to her by her aunt Natalia when she was a child.

However, because her parents died young, she has no impression of them. To her who is still young, Natalia's story is just a story that has nothing to do with herself, and it can't make any waves in her heart. .

It's just that she didn't expect that when she was in her 20s, she would hear her living mother telling her this story.

She buried her face in Mrs. Mathers's soft blond hair, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in her eyes.

"Because of my poor health, Mr. Mathers will not allow me to have a second child. In fact, I really want to give you a brother or sister. How lonely it is to grow up alone." Mrs. Mathers said softly Said, "I said to Mr. Mathers, it's okay, I survived the birth of Rosie, and the second child will not be so hard. Mr. Mathers changed his face at that time, and said to me seriously 'Listen, Erica, you're not me, so I don't know how much I worry about you. When I hear you crying outside, I wish I could take your place. Between us, a child is not necessary, Rosie I am certainly ecstatic about your safe birth, and I am willing to be the most loyal believer of God all my life, but I will never let you suffer the same pain again, it is tormenting you and tormenting me'..."

Mrs. Mathers paused and said, "So, Rosie, you're not me, how do you know that after you promise that nothing will happen to you, I really won't worry anymore?"

Rosie bit her lip, letting the tears burst out of her eyes.

At this time, there was a sound of heavy footsteps behind her, and then she heard the very familiar voice behind her: "Then, let me promise, Mrs. Mathers."

Rosie raised her face, covering her face with tears, turned her head, and saw Tony wearing a crumpled white shirt, who didn't look like the standard "Chairman of the Stark Group" at all, in his arms Holding a bunch of beautifully bound hyacinths, the gorgeous blue-purple flowers made him even more embarrassed at the moment, as if he had come from Herson riding a bicycle against the wind.

He glanced at her, then turned his gaze to Mrs. Mathers, smiled, and said softly and firmly: "I am the boss of Secretary Mathers, and I am also Iron Man. I hereby assure Mrs. Mathers, I will never put Secretary Mathers in any danger."

Mrs. Mathers' eyes widened, and Rosie was slightly surprised.

Really, boss...

Why... don't I... feel safe at all?