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

After Norman Osborn turned on the light in the bedroom, he walked slowly to the drawer beside the bed, opened the drawer, took out the cigarette case, randomly took out a cigarette from the pack that he hadn't smoked for a long time, and put it in his mouth. In his mouth, he froze for a moment, and then searched for lighters all over the room. Ten minutes later, he finally found a nearly flat lighter on the third floor of his bookcase, lighted the cigarette with difficulty, and took a puff. The taste of nicotine spread from his mouth to his nasal cavity, bringing a long-lost spicy feeling, and then He exhaled again through his nose, and a puff of mist formed around his cheeks.

After taking the first puff of the cigarette, he felt a little more relaxed. Then he walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and stared at his own projection on the glass for a long time. handmade carpet.He looked at the reflection on the glass for a while, and then held a cigarette in his mouth. The right hand that was holding the cigarette unbuttoned the cuff of the shirt in his left hand, rolled up the sleeve, and saw a line about three inches long on the elbow. When he saw the wound, he frowned.

This afternoon, when he was fighting Spider-Man, he was scratched by broken glass in order to avoid Spider-Man's attack. He has a super self-healing ability; he is not dissatisfied because of injuries, since he has the ambition to control New York, he has long been prepared for any injuries.

It's just that he couldn't accept that the plan he thought was foolproof was destroyed by someone outside the plan. First, it was the Stark Group employee who received the level bomb/bomb delivery but miraculously failed to detonate it on the spot, and then it was to stop him Spider-Man interfering with Iron Man, in the end, it was Batman and Red Hood who shouldn't have appeared in New York City one by one by defeating his last deployed armed agents.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, and spit out the cigarette with only the filter tip in his mouth onto the carpet, his eyes sunk in the darkness, and his injured hand clenched his fist tightly.

At this time, he heard a slight knocking sound from the glass of the French window in front of him. He took a step back before raising his head. The weak light in the room could only illuminate a face with a blindfold outside the French window. It was a perfectly contoured face, and even with blindfolds that obstructed her eyes, it could still be seen that she was a very young and beautiful woman.

It's just that Norman Osborn was not at all happy to see the beauty at the moment, he frowned, his eyes were full of guard, while the woman floating outside his bedroom window on a broom was full of a charming smile , She stretched out her right hand and waved to Norman, greeting no differently from ordinary people, and the next moment, the hand she was waving to Norman pulled out a crowbar out of thin air, and her other hand also went up, Holding the crowbar with both hands, he weighed the distance against the floor-to-ceiling window glass,

The next moment, the tempered glass he specially ordered shattered into pieces and splashed in all directions in his bedroom. While retreating rapidly, he also took out a gun from his waist, but before he could point the gun at The quasi-window, a cold thing, had already rested on his shoulders and necks.

Norman is very familiar with this temperature and this touch. The gun on his neck is the m1911 pistol/gun he used to use.

Since the other party didn't shoot immediately, it meant that the other party didn't want to kill him immediately.

Norman quickly calmed down, and said in a deep voice: "It's just that we haven't reached a cooperation intention. Is it so serious that the night witch came to my house in person and tried to kill me?"

"Mr. Osborne...or Mr. Green Goblin, you have already guessed that I will not kill you, haven't you?" The other party said with a smile, "I will not kill you now."

"Then..." Norman stretched the ending, turned his head slightly, and looked at the Night Witch standing behind him out of the corner of his eye.

He used to think that the Night Witch was just a low-level prankster, just like the Spider-Man in Queens who always dealt with all kinds of thieves, but his former partner Rocky was right about this. He was very interested, and before the final plan failed and was brought back to Asgard by Thor, he told him with his avatar that if he wanted to get the Loki scepter kept by Iron Man, he needed to fight for the night witch help.

Although Norman still sneered at the Night Witch, the words of the evil god Loki still made him a little bit concerned.

So he specially went to learn about the urban legend of the night witch, and found the unlucky guy who was always beaten into plastic surgery by the night witch in a coffee shop, and gave him a sum of money to continue haunting the place where he often encountered the night witch. location.

At that time, he saw the other party holding the money, looking both happy and terrified, and he just thought it was funny. A young girl with yellow hair could actually make a middle-aged man who had been struggling in the society for more than ten years afraid of being like this.

"Night Witch is really strong." Seeing the disdainful look on his face when he mentioned Night Witch, the man said cautiously, "This is really a strong criminal..."

"Crime?" Norman laughed at the time and flicked the ash of the cigarette in his hand. "What crime has she committed? Is she qualified to be called a criminal in New York?"

The Night Witch may not be qualified, but she definitely has the ability.

This is also what he realized when he first met the Night Witch. He thought that after using the body enhancer, his combat ability could be considered very strong, but he was still shot in the head by the Night Witch's gun. And was called out his true identity.

But this time, the opponent moved behind him in an instant, and put a gun on his neck.

All of this was done by a young girl who seemed to be in her twenties.

"Mr. Green Goblin is wondering why I know your real identity?" Night Witch said with a smile, "There are too many unknown things in this world, but what I know is just what Mr. Green Goblin knows. , it’s just a little bit more.”

"That's not the only thing I'm curious about." Norman Osborn also laughed, "It seems that the Night Witch is here to seek justice for today's matter? After all, you are an employee of the Stark Group. And I almost blew Stark Group into a pile of broken bricks today."

"Not only that." Night Witch's right index finger shook slightly, "And my lovely colleagues, the feeling of being shot in the leg is not very good."

"So..." The smile on Norman's face gradually receded.

"So..." Night Miko withdrew the gun from his neck, and then lowered the muzzle, "Let you experience the experience too."

"Bah", "Bah", two loud bangs, especially ear-piercing in the villa complex at midnight.

Rosie held the gun, flicked the hot barrel, pulled the trigger ring, and twirled the gun on her fingers like a red hood, condescendingly watching the shot in the leg, kneeling at her feet Norman, she looked at the other person's pale face from the pain and sweat on his forehead, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction in her heart. This feeling only existed for a moment, and then dissipated immediately, and she didn't even react to it.

She heard the sound of running on the floor outside this bedroom. She thought that Harry and the butler were awakened by the gunshots. They ran over to check the situation, then retracted the guns, hooked the bamboo broom hanging on the ground with the index finger Immediately flew to her side, she bent her knees back, slowly sat on the broom, then smiled at Norman and said: "This time, I just let you experience the feeling of being shot, next time...maybe I want you to experience the feeling of bombing/bombing with two hands holding a level."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of Norman's bedroom was pushed open from the outside. She hurriedly drove the broom and flew out from between the shattered window panes. Harry, who hurried into the room, only saw the unclear starry sky Among them, a figure with a pointed hat, riding a broom, flew to the distance.

He froze for a moment, then clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and called out a name: "Night Witch..."

Rosie, who escaped from the Osborne house, flew around in the distance before flying into her attic from another direction. She fell through the attic window and lay motionless on the floor, not even her bamboo broom. They all tapped her shoulder with the wooden handle worriedly, she let out a breath, turned around, lay on a recline, touched the broom lightly with her right hand, and said with a smile: "If you do one more task, you can give me You changed to an advanced suit."

The broom rubbed against her hand coquettishly, but she thought of the system prompt she heard when she flew away from the Osborne house:

"Today's night mission has been successfully completed. The main mission 'Urban Legend' has completed 99.8% of the time. Threats to well-known villains have a special bonus. The main mission 'Urban Garbage' has been completed by 10%. At the same time, due to the active shooting and wounding, the main mission 'Super Villain'!"

super villain...

Rosie froze for a moment, then shook her head violently. The broom was a little confused by her laughing and fussing. She tilted her head to look at her face. She smiled, touched the wooden handle of the broom, and said, "Don't worry. , I'm fine, I just feel a little dazed, obviously my original intention was just to scare Norman Osborn, I didn't expect that I would..."

Will really fire/gun.

Rosie was in a trance when she recalled when she fired the gun, and in the trance, she suddenly heard Mrs. Mathers' anxious shout from downstairs: "Where is Rosie! Where is my Rosie?"

Rosie came to her senses abruptly, quickly put the broom back into the system, and changed back into her pajamas with My Little Pony prints on it. She was about to open the attic door and rush downstairs when she suddenly thought of something. He pulled something out of his own system and solemnly placed it on the attic floor.

The living room on the first floor of the Mathers house was also lit up. Mrs. Mathers was wearing a nightgown, sitting on the sofa, holding a mobile phone to make an overseas call with Mr. There was a shooting/shooting case in Siben's house, and she was worried about her daughter who had just been shot/shooting during the day. She went to her daughter's room, only to find that her daughter Rosie, who had drank milk early and returned to the room, had disappeared.

As she spoke, she wept, and finally broke down and burst into tears: "Henry, I can't lose Rosie!"

While Kailani was making a call to the police, she looked anxiously at Mrs. Mathers. While waiting for the police operator to connect, she glanced at the entrance of the stairs, and suddenly froze.

And the next moment, Rosie, who had just walked down the stairs, walked over while rubbing her sleepy pajamas, and said lightly, "What happened, mom..."

When Mrs. Mathers heard her voice, she froze, and then, regardless of Mr. Mathers who was anxiously calling on the other end of the phone, she threw the phone aside and jumped out of the sofa. He quickly walked up to Rosie, hugged her into his arms, and cried, "Rosie, where are you going? Do I know that mom is worried..."

Rosie buried her face on Mrs. Mathers' shoulders, feeling a pang of guilt in her heart. She stretched out her hands, wrapped them around Mrs. Mathers' waist, and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't go anywhere because my mother let me go to bed too early. Yes, so I sneaked to the attic to play games, my mother didn't know, I put a red and white computer in the attic..."

Rosie thought about the red and white computer worth 35 points in the system, and felt a pain in her heart.

At the beginning, when she was flipping through the system exchange manual, she pointed to the red and white machine and said with a smile: "In this day and age, who else can play the red and white machine? Yes, Iwata Satoru of Nintendo would probably laugh out loud if he found out, and a fool would spend 35 points to exchange for a red and white machine.”

And now, facing Mrs. Mathers' tearful rebuke, although she was reluctant, she still had to put on a perfect smile and said, "The red and white machine is so fun."

Sorry, Bamboo Broom, your Advanced Suit is...