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Chapter 42

It was completely dark, and the room was pitch black. Wanda and Pietro sat on the sofa, not talking.

Dolores lay there quietly, her breathing gradually became steady and balanced, and she fell asleep.

It would be the luckiest thing if the owner of this room didn't come back overnight, because they couldn't escape at all now, even if they ran out, in the dark and unfamiliar town of Leonard, they would soon be killed by migratory birds or nine The person with the snake head catches it.

But now they don't have the heart to worry about whether they can rest here peacefully until dawn.

Pietro remained silent all the time and didn't say anything to Wanda.

Wanda was fixed opposite him like a statue, motionless.

In fact, he understood how much Wanda was struggling and self-doubting, but he didn't say a word of consolation. He felt that Wanda needed this right now.

It has nothing to do with forgiving Stark or not, but it would be a good thing if Wanda could thus be freed from hatred.

What he thought was right, Dolores' language was actually gentle and calm, and she didn't even make any effort to 'get Wanda to forgive'.

But this is smarter than consolation, especially after Wanda is obviously used by Fiona, she also has to face up to whether her "hatred" is really correct, or has any effect except for a moment.

Wanda didn't want to admit it, but she had to.

But for a while, Wanda couldn't veto the meaning of most of her life.

It is the hatred for Tony Stark that supports her every decision. Day and night, Wanda has never doubted the firmness of her hatred before.

But now?

There was pain and confusion in her mind, as she couldn't decide if she was just used to hating or if she really had no choice.

At this moment, the sound of the engine blades stirring the water suddenly came from far to near.

Pietro became alert for a moment. He rushed to the window and found a boat entering the dock.

A man is standing on board, appearing to be lowering anchor and adjusting nets and gear.

The owner of this house is back.

Wanda immediately woke up the sleeping Dolores: "Shh, someone is back—"

Dolores frowned weakly, Wanda patted her on the arm, and looked around the room nervously: "Don't worry."

The owner approached from outside the house with a bucket, and he was about to enter the house through the back door.

Pietro raised his hand and grabbed the fruit knife on the coffee table, and stood quietly behind the door.

The doorknob was unscrewed, and the master stood at the entrance, groped the wall and turned on the light switch.

The room was instantly brightened.

At the same time, a knife hit his neck.

Pietro coldly exerted a little force on the tip of the knife, hitting the soft human skin, as long as he exerted a little force, his aorta would be cut off.

With a clang, the tin bucket in the fisherman's hand fell to the ground immediately, and the fishy sea water and several sea fish in the bucket fell to the floor together. The fish moved their mouths in the puddle and flapped their tail fins feebly.

"Don't move, we won't hurt you."

The fisherman had a strong build, dark skin, and a beard. His eyes widened in horror.

He immediately raised his hands and squatted down with his head in his arms.

Pietro and Wanda glanced at each other quickly, and he slowly retracted the fruit knife: "We will only stay here until the morning, and we will leave at dawn.

"Okay, I won't fight back, I swear."

The fisherman has the rough appearance and honesty of a manual laborer, and he looks like an ordinary person.

Pietro stared at him sharply: "If you try to play any tricks, I swear I'll kill you before the police or anyone else finds out, understand?"

The fisherman looked at him with a trace of nervousness and fear. Pietro squinted his eyes, and his figure flashed to the coffee table in an instant.

He let go, the fruit knife fell, and the tip of the knife sank into the wooden coffee table with a bang, and the blade shook slightly.

The fisherman sat down on the floor in an instant, his face was full of shock, and he said in horror: "My God!! You are... are you superpowers? Mutants??"

Pietro silently threatened the other party, relaxed a little, stopped threatening him, and silently turned his eyes away, looking at Wanda and Dolores.

Dolores knew that they had to do this, but she still apologized to the innocent homeowner. She propped herself up and sat up a little so that she could turn her head and say to him, "I'm sorry, but we didn't Method..."

The fisherman's eyes were locked on her face, he was stunned, and then looked at her battle uniform half covered under the sofa blanket.

"Are you Witch D? Are you Dolores Green?"

"That's right." Dolores nodded: "We will compensate you for your loss, but please cooperate with us."

"Okay... no problem, I will."

The fisherman took a careful look at the siblings, and slowly stood up: "If you need anything, I can help you."

The three looked at each other, and Dolores sat up from the sofa: "Do you have a mobile phone or a laptop?"

The fisherman nodded quickly: "Of course."

He took out a mobile phone from behind, handed it to Pietro, and immediately stepped back: "What trouble are you in? Can I help? Can you contact backup?"

Pietro gave him a cold glance, and he immediately stopped talking, saying, "I mean, I can call the police for you if you want."

"Don't call the police!"

Wanda looked at him immediately, and the fisherman immediately raised his hands again: "Well, I will do nothing."

Pietro handed his mobile phone to Dolores, who immediately switched it on, trying to communicate with Future City through an encrypted channel.

However, she then noticed that the signal was completely gone, and she could not communicate with the outside world at all.

Wanda immediately rushed to the landline next to her and dialed out the phone, but immediately, her face became serious: "They blocked all communications!"

"Boom boom boom——"

The hasty knock on the door instantly made the atmosphere in the room tense again. There seemed to be many people outside, and through the curtains, bunches of flashlights were shaking.

"Hey Todd!! Open the door!! Are you there??"

"Why is there no sound? Are they really inside?"

Pietro immediately pulled out the fruit knife on the table and made a tense defensive posture.

Wanda jumped up instantly, staring at the door, fingertips surrounded by red mist.

Oh no, I really came to search them.

Dolores took a deep breath and grabbed the sofa blanket, ready to run away.

"Take it easy—I'll help you."

Fisherman Todd said suddenly, Pietro's knife was aimed at him immediately, his eyes were full of threats and distrust.

The fisherman looked at Dolores and whispered, "I'll distract them, really, I, I'm a superhero lover—"

Dolores bit her lip, the insecurity in her heart did not decrease at all.

But this is the only way now, unless they wait for someone from the outside to break in.

She put one hand on Wanda and nodded to Todd at the same time.

Pietro also came immediately and together with Wanda helped her into the kitchen, the three of them squatted down, gritted their teeth and watched Todd walk towards the door.

"Okay! Stop knocking! I'm right here!"

Todd opened the door.

"What's the matter with you? I've just caught some fish--look, it's spilled on the floor, my fish's dying."

"Well, did you see any strangers? Young people, not tourists, maybe three, maybe two—"

"No, I didn't bother to pay attention to those stupid things. Are you done asking? Brother, keep looking, I have to clean up the kitchen."

Wanda and Pietro felt relieved a little, and they tried their best to lower their breathing again and again.

Dolores was stiff all over, and she felt cold sweat running down her forehead.

With her back against the cupboard, she glanced wildly across the sink, which was piled with dirty dishes.

The side of the plate soaked in foam had beautiful patterns, but it was a pity that it was covered with solidified fat and unknown sauce.

"Well, Todd, if you find someone, you know who to tell."

The people outside seemed ready to leave.

Dolores breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Wanda.

Do not! ! !

It was as if a hammer had been slammed into her head, and Dolores' eyes instantly locked on the dirty dishes in the sink.

The gilding pattern on the edge of the plate is so similar. If you ignore the bubbles and sauce, it is the one Dolores saw countless times on the street yesterday, printed on flags, statues, and even street lamps——

Bird totem for migratory birds.

"Run!!!!"