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Finch brought coffee and some biscuits to Arthur, who must have been startled.

Arthur took a few sips of coffee and didn't say much, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

Grace, Reese, Xiao and Gen were in the next hall.

They had just returned to the safe house from the chaotic scene of the bank, and no one followed.

"The 'always vigilant' person has never appeared." Reese said, frowning slightly.

According to their analysis, 'Always Vigilant' should have investigated to a very deep place, and it is impossible for them to give up on the Samaritans.

This is a good opportunity to expose the government's conspiracy, and there is no reason for 'always vigilant' who are committed to this to let it go.

"There is no movement from the government." Xiao felt that this was even more strange.

Since the method of pretending to be Arthur's wife is used, the government is bound to obtain the Samaritan.

None of them show up, which tells me something is wrong.

It may be because they are still one step behind and have not obtained key information.

There is also a possibility that the third party where the man with the mechanical arm was was acting as a hindrance.

Grace held her chin and thought for a moment before replying, "Having such a humanoid weapon, it's not an ordinary organization."

"I mean, there may be other superpowers." She narrowed her eyes.

"It's such a coincidence that you can meet Captain America in the bank this time," Riise said.

If Steve hadn't been procrastinating a lot in the bank, Tony might have arrived too late.

"That's not a coincidence." Root said suddenly.

All three turned their heads to look at her.

"According to 'her' instructions, I gave money to an old man on the street and asked him to pretend to ask for directions and lead Steve Rogers to the bank."

Gen sat on the table and looked at them with a smile.

The three of them looked at her silently, and felt that they should get used to Gen's kind of preparation that could always be one step ahead.

"Of course, otherwise, Grace, who do you think installed the bomb under the locker room?" Root blinked again.

"Bomb?" Xiao and Lise Qiqi looked at Grace.

Grace twitched her lips and replied, "Yes, she blasted the floor and we escaped."

"...I like it." Xiao was silent for a while, and there was a look in his eyes why he didn't take her with such a fun thing.

Gen leaned over and smiled sweetly: "Then do you like me?"

"Don't get so close." Xiao's face was pulled down all of a sudden, and he raised his hand to push Gen's face away.

"Oh, this hurts me, sweetheart," Root said aggrievedly.

Riise stood beside Grace, watching the strange conversation between the two, with a strange expression on his face.

"...Is that what I think it is?" He asked in a low and hoarse voice.

Grace hugged her chest and replied, "I think so."

"OK." Riise decided not to comment on this matter.

"Everyone."

At this time, Finch came over.

"What's wrong?" He noticed that Riise and Grace's expressions were subtle.

"It's nothing, Harold," Reaser shook his head at him, and asked again, "How is Arthur?"

"It's okay for now," Finch replied.

They all turned to the data box on the table, and the atmosphere fell silent.

"What are you going to do, Finch?" Grace asked.

"Destroy it," Finch replied without hesitation, "but before that, we have to wait for Arthur to wake up and explain it to him."

This is to ruin a person's life's hard work. Even though Arthur has come to the end of his life, his memory is mostly incomplete, so he should not be deprived of his right to know.

"Finch, did Stark contact you?" Grace suddenly remembered this question.

They withdrew so quickly and never contacted Tony again.

"Not yet." Finch shook his head.

Grace frowned slightly and said, "Is there anything wrong?"

At this moment, Finch's cell phone rang suddenly, and it turned out to be Tony's call.

"What a coincidence." Grace raised her eyebrows.

Finch picked up the phone and turned on the speakerphone. Before he could speak, Tony's indiscriminate bombardment came from the opposite side.

"What's going on? Where is the person? Why is there a big hole in the floor of the vault, is Grace injured?" A lot of questions were thrown over like that.

Finch quickly reassured: "It's okay, Mr. Stark, they escaped by themselves."

Tony seemed to be relieved there, and replied: "That's fine, you can answer her."

"I'm listening," Grace said.

"Oh, you are here, did you blow up that hole? Are you too courageous? People dare to put a gun in it," Tony said, as if he was an old father who was overly worried, without stopping for a moment, " I know you seals are rough, but you got hurt and Bruce is coming to bother you... oh... um..."

Tony stopped talking suddenly, as if he realized he had slipped his tongue.

"Tony, I didn't set that bomb/bomb, and it didn't explode from inside." Grace pretended she didn't hear anything.

"Is that so?" Tony said in a slightly embarrassed tone, "Okay."

"How about Steve Rogers?"

Grace remembered the banging they heard in the locker room.

"You know that old popsicle?" Tony said in surprise.

old popsicle...

This title made Grace almost laugh out loud. Does everyone have to give this Stark a weird nickname.

Um?He wouldn't have played her behind her back, would he?

The thought flashed through Grace's mind, but was soon forgotten.

"Stark, you shouldn't use this title to describe the spiritual leader of our American soldiers." Grace said pretending to be angry, but finally smiled lightly.

"Oh, Comeon!" Tony shouted, "If you say you admire him too, I wonder if everyone in the United States worships this old man who has been frozen for 70 years!"

Riise's expression twisted in a mysterious way, but he didn't speak.

Is it wrong to worship Captain America?

He seemed to really want to say it.

Grace noticed his expression and covered her smile with her hands.

"I know a lot of soldiers who idolize him," she said, "so be careful what you say, Mr. Stark."

Tony snorted, and then replied seriously: "I think he's not bad except for the bruises on his face from the beating."

Grace frowned slightly, and asked, "Can the man with the mechanical arm hurt him like that?"

"Oh, you should have seen the situation," Tony said disapprovingly. "He didn't fight back."

"what happened?"

"I also want to know why, he seems to know that man," Tony said a little depressed, "but he left without explaining."

"Wait, what happened to that man?" Grace suddenly realized something was wrong.

Tony replied in a deep voice unhappily: "He was taken away by the S.H.I.E.L.D."

When they were fighting, the man with the mechanical arm kept trying to open the anti-theft door of the locker room, but because of their obstruction, he never succeeded.

It took Tony a while to get the man over because of Steve's 'passiveness'.

At this moment, a large group of agents ran out and told him they wanted to take over the man.

Of course Tony was reluctant at first, he hadn't figured out the situation at all.

But in the end he was persuaded by Coulson, saying that he would give him an explanation later.

"Oh, Coulson's an agent I know," Tony added.

After the situation was almost explained, they talked a few more words, and they planned to talk again when they met next time.

Tony hung up the phone, and several people present looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Leave the matter over there to Mr. Stark and the others," Finch said, "This is no longer our domain."

In any case, all of them present are ordinary people without superpowers.

"Everyone has worked hard today, go back and rest well."

Finch smiled at everyone, and limped towards the living room. He still had important things to explain to Arthur.

"I'll stay with Harold." Reese said, he still seemed uneasy.

"Then let's go home, Saman." Gen called Xiao's name, appearing extremely intimate.

However, what people didn't expect was that Xiao bluntly refused.

"No, you are not allowed to come to my place today." After Xiao finished speaking, he turned and left.

Gen's expression became lighter, she sighed, and smiled at Riise and Grace: "She just needs some time."

After speaking, she also left.

"...Then I'll go first," Grace said to Riise, "If you have anything to do, please contact me immediately."

"Understood," Riise nodded, "good night, Grace."

"Good night, John."

*****

somewhere office

"We got the wrong information." The tall and strong agent said blankly, without any ups and downs in his tone.

The woman sitting in front of him had an ugly expression and said, "You know I don't want to get this answer."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am." The agent apologized.

If Grace were here, it would turn out that these two were the fake Diane in the hospital and the agent who shot her in the arm.

"They won't keep the Samaritans," the master said in a cold tone, "We have to find Harold Finch and ask him to hand over the Northern Lights."

"They're well hidden," she sneered, "but that Grace Louisa isn't dead."

There is a stack of documents spread out on her desk, and the upper right corner is a photo of Grace in military uniform.

This is Grace's military information, which unit she belongs to, what military achievements she has, when she will retire...etc.

At the same time, there is her family information.

"Please bring her here. If she refuses, we can only ask her adoptive father to come." The master said indifferently.

"Understood." The agent exited the office.

The master frowned, she felt headache and annoyed about what happened today.

After finally making some progress, the result turned out like this, which made her with a strong desire for control unbearable.

But it didn't matter, soon she could see the Grace Louisa who ruined her plan again.

This time she will definitely let her speak obediently.

She is good at waiting, but she doesn't like waiting.

Time passed by, and suddenly the phone on the main control desk rang.

is an unfamiliar number.

She frowned and picked it up: "Hello?"

"Hello," said the other party, who sounded like an elderly person, with a gentle tone, "I'm Ivan Luisa, and I think you know who I am."

The master control's nerves tensed up immediately, and she frowned: "Why do you have a phone call here?"

"Some connections, after all, I need to know who is investigating my daughter." Ivan replied.

something is wrong, this person...

The main control is very sensitive to the strange place.

For example, how did Ivan find out the phone number of her office so quickly.

"I think you know that I'm a doctor," Ivan's tone didn't fluctuate. "Doctors always have special relationships."

"I want you to stop harassing my daughter," he continued self-consciously, "ah, I know you won't agree, and even want to threaten Grace with me."

"Someone will make you stop, though."

"Good night, then, madam."

The phone hung up just like that, and the main control didn't even say a few more words.

Suddenly, the phone rang again.

The master's fingers on the table trembled slightly, and she had some bad premonitions.

"Hello?" She answered the phone.

"...Yes, Sir." She could not help tightening her hand holding the microphone as she listened to the other person talking.

"But, she..." The master wanted to defend himself.

"…………Yes."

The other party hung up the phone, and the main controller finally couldn't bear it anymore. She slammed the microphone on the table with all her strength, making a loud noise.

"Ma'am!?" The bodyguard at the door opened the door immediately.

"It's okay, close the door!" The master controller roared.

The main controller calmed down, picked up the phone and pressed the speed dial button.

"Mission terminated."

*****

Grace was walking on the street. The weather is not hot now, and it is even a little cold at night.

She was walking through a park not far from the apartment Finch had bought her.

However, she stopped suddenly.

Grace took two steps back, turned her head to take a closer look, and made sure she hadn't misunderstood the person.

"Shaw?" Grace asked suspiciously.

Xiao, who left the safe house a few steps ahead of her, actually sat alone on the bench facing the lake.

"Ah, Grace." Xiao turned his head and saw her.

Grace walked around and noticed a large bag of beer on the bench.

"Don't you call me for drinking?" Grace raised her eyebrows and said in a joking tone.

Xiao reached for a bottle of beer and threw it at Grace.

Grace caught it and sat beside Xiao while opening a beer.

"Ah, you drink less, you're hurt." Xiao said suddenly before Grace took the first sip.

Grace had a strange expression and said, "Are you possessed by Finch?"

"You said that yourself when I was hurt." Xiao replied in a cool tone.

"Ah..." Grace remembered that she had indeed said such a thing.

"What's the matter, are you in a bad mood? Because of root?" Grace said directly.

Xiao turned to look at her, squeezed the empty beer can at once, and complained unhappily: "Can you be more tactful?"

"I thought we were both very direct?" Grace asked with a smile.

Xiao was silent, and threw the empty can into the trash can next to the bench.

"Are you guys together?" Grace said in an affirmative tone after taking a big sip of beer.

Xiao answered more directly than Grace imagined.

"I don't know, maybe it's just friends with benefits."

Grace almost spits out the beer, she chokes.

"Cough, cough..."

She managed to slow down, but when she turned her head, she saw Xiao's disgusted eyes, as if to say, why are you so surprised?

"...People like us live a life where we never know if we can live until tomorrow." Xiao opened another can of beer.

Grace looked at her and said nothing.

"She's a complete psychopath. Who knows what the psychopath is thinking." Xiao's voice was quiet, as if he was complaining.

"But maybe we're not going anywhere normally," Grace said, looking at the calm lake.

Xiao turned to look at her and said disapprovingly, "Grace, you are considered normal among us."

"No, Shaw," Grace replied, "I've just been learning how to be normal."

Xiao lightly frowned, this is a very strange way of saying it.

"Xiao, I know you think you are an emotionless person." They all know that Xiao suffers from antisocial personality disorder and cannot empathize with others normally, "but you may treat the root differently."

"Although I'll never know what's going on in Gen's head," Grace said with a small smile, "but maybe you can."

"Also, please don't say such frustrating words that you won't live until tomorrow," she pretended to blame, "You must know that death is very painful."

Xiao looked at her, was silent for a while, and nodded.

"Grace," Xiao suddenly said, "what made you want to become a so-called normal person?"

Facing Xiao's sharp question, Grace was startled at first, and then her shoulders gradually relaxed.

Leaning on the back of the bench, looking at the lake, she replied, "Maybe it's because I died once."

"At a very young age, someone taught me how to tell the difference between feelings."

"In fact, it was just a concept similar to a noun for me at the time."

"Until something happened, that was the first time I felt such a strong, so-called emotion."

"That incident brought me to the brink of death, too."

Grace narrated in a flat tone, as if it was not something she had experienced.

Xiao didn't interrupt either, but just listened quietly.

"After my adoptive father rescued me, the world has become different."

"It was like a switch was flipped that was off, and I started to be able to...feel."

"But it may still be different from ordinary people. It's more like going from a flat word to a specific object, but I don't know how to use the object."

"So, is learning how to be a normal person?" Xiao suddenly understood what Grace said before.

Grace smiled and replied, "Well."

The atmosphere became a little heavy, and both of them didn't know how to proceed with the topic.

"Ah," the portrait remembered something, "Who's Bruce?"

Ok?

This abrupt question made Grace not know what to do to express herself.

"You never seem to mention it?"

When they heard Tony say this name before, they all noticed it, but no one asked.

The past few months have been enough for them to become very familiar with each other, but neither of them has a habit of digging out each other's privacy, and they will not get to the bottom of each other.

But since the opportunity is rare, why not ask her.

After all, the name Grace really never mentioned it once, but Tony said that the person and Grace were very close.

"It's just an opportunity not mentioned, a friend." Grace replied flatly.

"Ex-boyfriend?"

Xiao's guess made Grace cough up beer again.

"Of course not." Grace replied dumbfounded.

How is it possible that she and Bruce have become boyfriend and girlfriend?

This possibility flashed through Grace's mind, and she directly rejected it in her heart.

Bruce was... a trusted friend, her lifesaver, her concern, her...

——her what?

Grace suddenly felt that it was difficult to locate Bruce's identity in her heart.

It seems a little too shallow to say that they are just friends.

Maybe it's because Bruce has too much influence on her life, so she can't be positioned simply as a friend.

Grace felt that she was right, and put the question behind her.

"That's it?" Xiao seemed a little disappointed, "I thought girls' night would have some hot topics."

"Ms. Xiao, do you think we are girls' night?" Grace said helplessly.

Two people sitting on a park bench, next to a big pile of beer, what the hell is girls' night.

"I don't think ordinary friends will bypass you to care about your safety?" Xiao felt that he had to ask something today, or he would return in vain.

"I think it's just Tony whining."

Bruce has been so busy lately that he has no time to care about her.

Furthermore, Bruce is not Fincher's personality, and she is not a child.

Xiao looked at her weirdly: “You really think so?”

"Otherwise?" Grace looked at her suspiciously.

Shaw suddenly began to observe a moment of silence for the man named Bruce, who seemed to be completely dead.

But it's true, the average man, Grace, doesn't like her, she can't even care about her directly, this man really has no guts.

Xiao looked down on the one named Bruce in his heart.

"Nothing," she replied.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Master: ...it has nothing to do with lack of courage, I have no idea about that

Tin Can: Shut up, you just don’t have the guts

Sledgehammer: I just have no guts +1

Grace: ...?

I made up for yesterday's update, slept at [-]:[-] am yesterday and got up at [-]:[-] am to go out, after a day of tossing and returning home, the whole person died (x

I wanted to rest for a while, but after I passed out, it was early morning this morning...

I haven't slept early this week and I've been busy all the time, I'm so tired (like a dead body)

When I write this passage, it’s time to cross the sky again... (Sluggish.jpg)

Make some additions to the main control section

First of all, fake Diane is called Control in POI

Second, The Machine is known as the Northern Lights on the government side

Finally, Ivan has treated many government and military officials before, and has a very wide network of contacts, so as long as there is any problem with Grace, the government will be involved, and he can know it immediately. This is why he was able to investigate so easily before. Reasons for the truth about the Leonard incident

Okay, everyone can line up to light the wax for the master.

Candles are sold here, and the price of jumping off the building is [-] cents each... Uh poof (the bat mark pokes the brain)

The author died again.