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

The body dumping case discovered in the sewer of Brighton Beach Street in Brooklyn seemed to be a starting point. For five days in a row, the New York police received reports every day that an unidentified female body was found. Lin's Chinatown, and then to the wealthy district of Lexington Avenue in Manhattan, spanning the entire New York, there is no pattern at all, and the same thing in these cases is that the victims are tall women with blond hair from Gotham City , who used to be the resident model on the yacht of Gotham billionaire Bruce Wayne, and both legs were shot before his death.

"Rosie, I checked and found that these victims were indeed the models on board the boat on the day of the attack. My boss also knew about this and sent someone to contact the remaining dozen models and sent them to a The safe place is protected, so don't worry."

Rosie breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Sophia's assurance on the phone, she glanced up at the news about the series of dumping cases on the computer webpage, thought for a while, and then said: "So, Sophia... I heard Mr. Wayne said that you were slightly injured and hospitalized..."

"Compared to those bodyguards, mine is a skin trauma at best. I've been lying in the hospital for a few days, and I'm almost healed. I can say goodbye to the hospital in a few days." Sophia's voice on the other end of the phone was still With a hearty smile, "I already know the meaning of my internship in Gotham City. If I were replaced by a small body like yours, how could I stand it..."

Rosie coughed twice: "I was also there that day..."

"I heard that he got drunk and was pinned on the deck, so he was saved..."

Rosie coughed a few times in a hurry, and said pretendingly: "Alas, my boss is here, so I'll hang up the phone first, and I'll go to the hospital to visit you on tomorrow's rest day, and I'll bring you some durians by the way. "

"Just look at me, don't bring any durian!"

……

Rosie hung up the phone, sighed, and threw the phone in the drawer, then leaned back on the seat back, staring at the ceiling absently.

She has been paying close attention to these cases since the first corpse dumping case reported in the news. Although the faces of the female corpses at the crime scene were covered with thick mosaics, she still felt that her sight could penetrate these mosaics and see Their death is even closer. I saw them wearing high golden ponytails and standing on the deck of the yacht that night, fresh and beautiful.

She didn't know how long she stared at the ceiling until a series of slow footsteps sounded in her ears. She came back to her senses and looked sideways. Boss Tony was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, picking He glanced at her, then moved his gaze to her computer screen.

Rosie quickly jumped up from the chair, held the mouse and began to close the webpage, but she was still a little slower, and heard Tony say slowly behind her: "Secretary Mathers doesn't work hard during working hours, watching these current events What does the news do, do you need me to personally notify it and shut down your extranet?"

Rosie closed all the webpages, then turned to look at him, and whispered, "Just take a look."

"Secretary Mathers is obviously looking at it every day." Tony stretched out his hand and flicked her on the forehead. "That's something that the New York police and Bruce Wayne, who is the employer of these models, should worry about."

Rosie protested with her eyes at first. Not only was Tony not angry because his secretary was not at all angry at this behavior that was not "standard for the chairman and secretary of the Stark Group", but the smile in his eyes grew stronger. With his right hand, he touched the painful spot on his forehead, and then whispered, "You don't know."

"Know what?" Tony asked.

Rosie shook her head: "It's okay, I just... think it's a pity for them." She sighed, "They're all so tall."

Tony: "..."

After Boss Tony changed his eyes several times and pointed at Rosie with his index finger for a few seconds, he finally held back his breath and said angrily, "Eat!"

Rosie let out an "oh", opened the desk drawer, took out her mobile phone from the drawer and stuffed it into her coat pocket, and walked out of the work room. As soon as she walked out of the work room, she suddenly realized that she looked up at Tony's back, patted... the back of his head, and said, "Eat?"

Tony paused as he walked towards the elevator, then turned to look at her: "Of course."

"Go to the cafeteria?" Rosie showed disbelief in her eyes, "I have never seen the boss go to the cafeteria to eat in person."

Tony's forehead twitched visible to the naked eye: "I have friends over, and I'll treat them to a high-end restaurant."

"Oh." Rosie nodded, and followed with her head buried. When she reached the elevator door, she suddenly raised her head and stared at the back of the boss's head, "Boss, do you actually have friends?"

Tony: "..."

Boss Tony naturally has friends.

In the sky restaurant of a skyscraper next to the Stark Building, the piano music is as smooth and gentle as water, and every waiter is wearing a uniform dark blue vest and black trousers, with a deep and deep voice, just like the late night radio Those emotional anchors also give people goosebumps, and the adjacent floor-to-ceiling windows overlook half of midtown Manhattan. Although it is a French restaurant, it does not have the luxurious and almost sweet Rococo style of "laroseblanche".

After a young male waiter served Rosie dessert, Rosie adjusted her expression, let out a breath, and calmly looked at Captain America Steve Rogers and Black Widow Natasha Romano who were sitting opposite. husband.

——She only thought about how Boss Tony, who stood at the top of the business empire, could have friends, but she forgot that her boss had another superhero identity, so she would naturally have friends who were superheroes.

"Who is this?" Natasha looked at Rosie with doubts on her face.

Tony stirred the coffee in front of him, and before he could speak, Steve said, "She is Tony's secretary, Miss Rosie Mathers, who attended Peggy's funeral, you may have forgotten."

"Steve, I think you tend to forget things when you're old. I was on a mission in Afghanistan when Peggy held the funeral." Natasha said, reaching out her hand to Rosie, "Hello, Martha Miss Si, you can call me Natasha."

Rosie stretched out her right hand, like Hippolytus chasing the goddess of hunting, saw Artemis suddenly appearing in front of her eyes, pinched Natasha's fingertips carefully, and said, "Hello, Natasha , you can call me Rosie."

Natasha grabbed Rosie's palm, pressed it against her own, and raised one corner of her lips: "Okay, Rosie."

Rosie's eyes widened, and she took Natasha's hand instead.

Tony coughed twice, and said, "Today is my treat."

Natasha turned her head to look at him, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Isn't this a matter of course, Tony?"

"Hey, Natasha, you can't take my treats for granted just because I'm rich, and it makes me sad." Tony tapped the rim of the coffee cup with a stirring spoon, with a slightly accentuated tone, and then said Leaning back, he turned his gaze to the hand that Rosie was holding with Natasha, "The handshake has been long enough, can we have dinner?"

"Of course." Natasha shrugged, let go of Rosie's hand, put her elbows on the armrest of the chair, and looked sideways at Steve, "Steve, you can tell me, Why did Tony bring Rosie to lunch with us?"

Steve frowned slightly, and said, "It's probably because Miss Mathers just didn't have lunch."

Natasha laughed a few times: "It's really a very 'Steve' answer." She sat up straight, put her arms on the edge of the table, and looked straight at Tony, "So, Tony, what do you say? ?”

Without looking at her, Tony lowered his head and took a sip of his coffee: "Of course it's because Secretary Mathers just didn't have lunch."

Natasha raised her eyebrows and said, "Well, I believe it for now."

Sitting next to Tony, Rosie was a little surprised watching the interaction of these three people. She knew the characters of each of these superheroes more or less, but she didn't know that apart from fighting together, these few This is how individuals get along in private, no different from ordinary people, they can joke, joke, and even lie.

And Tony seemed to have noticed that she was peeking at him, so he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and then whispered while drinking coffee, "Eat your ice cream."

...

Rosie curled her lips and picked up her own chocolate sorbet.

At this time, the three superheroes had already started discussing serious matters, which seemed to be about a series of recent corpse throwing cases in New York. The New York Police Department was at a loss and had no clues. The speed of one a day is appearing, which has caused panic on a large scale in New York City, so the New York Police Department has no choice but to turn to S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I don't think a serial murder case has anything to do with homeland security." Tony said, "The New York Police Department can't be incompetent, so let Captain America patrol the streets with a shield every day?"

Steve picked up his words: "If I had to, I would."

Tony smiled: "But it's not necessary."

"Tony!" Steve raised his voice, "If this matter is not resolved as soon as possible, the number of victims will increase."

"But this shouldn't be Captain America's thing to worry about." The smile on Tony's face faded, he put the coffee cup back on the table, and said, "The Avengers can't always pay for the incompetence of the police. "

Steve frowned: "Tony!"

Natasha waved her hand and said, "Tony, we are not asking you to wear a battle suit to search for this serial murderer in the streets and alleys of New York. You should have heard that the victims are all blond, and they are all in the blues. It was on Wayne's yacht, and that night, you and Miss Mathers were on board..." She paused, caught a trace of extremely obvious impatience in Tony's eyes, then lowered her voice, and said, " According to the common deduction of those victims, Miss Mathers is also one of the murderer's targets, so..."

"Impossible, she is different from those victims." Tony cut off the conversation without hesitation, "She has short legs."

Natasha: "..."

Rosie: "..."

It's really a boss who must report, hehe.

After Rosie secretly gave Tony a supercilious look, she buried herself in eating her sorbet again, but before the sorbet melted in her mouth, she suddenly thought of someone.

That night, besides her and the invited models, there was another girl on board, also with blonde hair and tall.

Sophia Simpson.

"Rosie, I checked and found that these victims were indeed models on board the boat on the day of the attack. My boss also knew about this and sent someone to contact the remaining dozen models and sent them to a The safe place is protected, so don't worry."

Sophia said on the phone that the remaining dozens of models who were not killed had been protected by Bruce Wayne, but she forgot to count herself in. Instead of being sent to that safe and secret place, she Because he was injured on the yacht, he lived in a hospital with no security measures at all.