The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

Harry: "..."

what did she say?

He didn't care too much about the other party's words. After all, although he didn't claim to know what kind of person Arya was, at least, this guy didn't seem to be forced to have sex for money, even if it was millions. That kind of mercenary, even though she kept emphasizing that she was not a mercenary, she just wanted to make money.

Harry knew most of the family or his father's business. The latter's research on human enhancement reagents caused many problems. It was not so bad for him, but his father's situation was different.

After Luthor's reagent was successfully produced, it didn't improve much, so he had to target this woman who was full of secrets.

After a short silence, Harry heard someone next to him whisper, "Maybe in the car."

"...?"

"I mean," Arya sighed, "her phone could be in the car or in the hotel, and I don't really need to have sex with her—I mean, in that case, I just need to Just follow her."

"How do I know?" Harry also had a headache. "She's not even from here. They all say she's from Shanghai, but she could appear anywhere on the planet."

Arya looked at the dancing tentacles of the demons calmly, and even smiled at the mouthparts with fangs, although no one knew how many dirty words were hidden under this calm smile, "...is she looking at me? ?”

"Bullshit," said Harry gruffly, "she's been staring at you for five minutes."

Arya continued to smile, showing a trace of fatigue in her smile, still making her last dying struggle, "I mean, maybe she's looking at you?"

The young master sneered, "It's not the first time I've seen her."

However, the group of idiots around that woman probably really thought that the goddess in his heart was staring at him, Harry thought so, looking at the jealous eyes of those people, if they were not afraid of his family background, they might have swallowed him alive long ago.

"Do you know each other?"

"Just a few words, I don't know this person, they call her Miss Bloit," Harry replied, "a strange name, and, besides, my father met her when he was young, so, her Much older than she looks—"

Arya: "..."

She really didn't know how to tell the age from that mass of tentacles, should she peel off the tip of the tentacles to see the development of teeth on the third and outer layers?Wait a minute, will this guy need to change his teeth in childhood?Or do you need to brush your teeth in daily life?Tired if need be, but not brushing my teeth probably smells worse than it looks...

Her thoughts drifted farther and farther, and it took a long time to turn back.

Arya felt a stomachache as she looked at the bunch of tentacles.

Harry: "Are you okay?"

"I'm not good," Arya sighed, "I'm not supposed to have troubles and pressures at this age...I'm going to calm down."

The black-haired girl turned around. She stepped on four-inch high-heeled shoes and walked lightly across the mirror-like floor tiles. The skirt fluttered on her thighs, and her skin was almost pearly white in the light. luster.

Harry turned his face sideways thoughtfully, and saw the woman surrounded by a group of rich second generations raised her head, staring at the little girl's back, closed the fan in her hand, and stood up swayingly.

Harry: "..."

Playing hard to get--

Oh, woman.

Alia walked unhurriedly among the auction items, and heard a voice from a distance in the hall. It was the person in charge of the cooperative brand who was speaking, "...we have brought many pieces of jewelry with the largest gemstones in the market ...everything has been designed and crafted...all exhibits will be auctioned with no reserve price...for the citizens of Sussex who died in the alien attack...for the residents of Summers killed...for Manhattan The victims of the mall bombing and their families..."

After the speech was over, there was applause all around, and the sound echoed in the wide hall. Perhaps people had gone to listen to the speech, but the exhibition hall where she was located was quiet, with only two or three people standing in the distance.

Arya looked at the necklace in the bulletproof alloy glass cabinet, and lowered her head a little closer.

The pendant is a huge Paraiba tourmaline, stunning blue-green tone, pure and flawless luster, like a clear water reflecting the green forest in spring, and hundreds of diamonds inlaid on the chain are like countless blooming frost flowers.

She fiddled with the page on the phone screen, and the light thread jumped out immediately, turning into a bright thin line connected to the safety lock.

Aaliyah had seen similar necklaces in magazines, and the estimated price was less than 50. Now, she only needs to move her mobile phone to open this seemingly unbreakable door lock——

Of course, splitting the cabinet with a sword is also an option.

The girl's white fingertips brushed the phone screen lightly, and a clear notification sound came from the earphones.

Someone grabbed her wrist.

A red-haired woman in a high-tailored skirt turned her head slightly, her green eyes were extraordinarily charming in the light, and her red lips were like burning flames, which were so hot that people were enchanted.

"Miss Romanov," Arya smiled indifferently, "good evening."

If she didn't want to, no one could get close to her like this, so she wasn't surprised that the other party appeared.

"Good evening, Miss Black."

Natasha was a few inches shorter than the other party, raised her head slightly to see that the latter was still a little distracted in this situation, and she was still holding the little girl's slender wrist. Bone softener.

However, the Black Widow is quite clear that even if Miss Mosaic is not a complete power type, she is not far behind.

So this situation is really weird.

Arya didn't care that the super agent was holding her hand. In fact, she wasn't afraid of being approached at all, but only got a headache when she was pulled away.

The girl moved her wrist lightly, "So, are you asking me to dance?"

Natasha looked at the glass showcase with a built-in tourmaline necklace. The safety lock was still there, but now anyone can open the door.

"Huh?" The female agent slightly raised her eyebrows, "What if I say yes?"

"Of course..." The black-haired girl's voice raised a slight tone, as if something suddenly stuck in her throat, and her eyes became a little strange, "No."

Natasha didn't relax her vigilance, but followed her line of sight to see that person——

A young, delicate and beautiful Asian woman, wearing a black evening dress with layered skirts, diamonds like clusters of blooming stars, holding a folding fan with the bamboo bones of Xiangfei in one hand, with enchanting peach blossoms painted on the fan.

Such a dress and occasion, no matter what kind of fan it is, will probably be full of disobedience, but on the other side, it doesn't make people feel that there is any problem.

Arya: "..."

What she sees and thinks now cannot be understood by others, let alone thinking about other issues, she doesn't even know that the man has a fan in his hand, to be honest, he can't even see his hands!

Natasha was not sure if the two of them knew each other, because the eyes of the two seemed to pass by, and they didn't seem to—

Especially Miss Mosaic even seems to be dodging, that kind of gesture is like cheating on her but being caught by her girlfriend online.

"Sorry, Miss Black," the superhero sighed, "someone wants to chat with you somewhere else."

As soon as the words fell, the rose gold bracelet on her wrist deformed rapidly, and the metal sheet was spread around layer by layer, the indigo line lights up one after another, and the current on the wristband surged.

At the same time, the golden light in Arya's hand shone. It was not the expected sword. Levatin transformed into a three-bladed boomerang. Although the opponent retreated in time, the sharp tip of the knife scraped against the hard super-alloy shell , Instantly destroys the precise laminated circuits and components, and the current goes out.

The two raised their legs at the same time and completed a head-to-head knee bump without fancy tricks.

Natasha felt that there was something very wrong with this man.

One minute ago, the opponent's wrist was limp and boneless, but now his knee was as hard as vibrating gold. If he had a normal physique, he would definitely have a comminuted fracture.

The two of them performed two moves in an instant, and apart from the slight sound of rubbing, they didn't even attract the attention of other people in the exhibition hall.

Of course, Arya is not sure if that group of tentacles is looking at her now.

"You can tell that 'someone' that my time is precious, and if you can't give a few million after the conversation is over...I don't think you can, right, forget it."

The black-haired girl tilted her head, "And, with so many of you here today, it's not because you want to catch me."

"You're...excessively asking prices," Natasha could see that she wasn't afraid at all, but simply curious, "What do you think?"

"Certainly not." Arya put away her weapon. "By the way, you know that no one can knock me down with one blow. Think about Superman, right, if there is a fight... I don't care about those people outside."

Black Widow smiled at her, "You said it all, we have another goal."

"Who?"

Natasha looked at her meaningfully, "We are not colleagues, or you will be interested..."

"Do not."

Arya shook her head resolutely, "I have something to do, you are welcome to come to me at any time, as for others, forget it."

Natasha watched the girl walk through most of the exhibition hall, and went around and went straight to the wickedly beautiful Asian woman, who was their target today, Miss Broadett who committed the murder at Royce Manor——

The number of monsters and supernatural beings the Avengers have dealt with is innumerable, but it's rare to have so many of them on one.

However, this was a warning from the guardians of the temple, and Doctor Strange did not recommend that they fight her. In fact, his expression and tone at the time indicated that this was an extremely bad choice, which led to almost all of them dispatching, Not only for the case of Royce Manor, but also for the Cult of God.

"They know each other?"

Natasha turned her head, and Bucky was next to her. The two looked at each other, not sure, "...it seems so."

Those two young women with super good looks and secrets all over their bodies left the exhibition hall one after the other and walked gracefully towards the corridor. They didn't even speak during the process, but to outsiders, there was an indescribable There is a tacit understanding, as if they have communicated and communicated and reached an agreement in a way that others cannot understand.

Arya came to the rooftop of the hotel and looked at the various cigarettes in the exquisite storage boxes on the round table.

In fact, she has no addiction to cigarettes or smoking habit. She just wanted to ease her mood, so she took a box and took one out and bit into her mouth. She lifted up a Dupont lighter worth thousands of dollars, and brushed her fingernails on the iron-gray casing. Trimmed with mother-of-pearl, trying to light a flame.

"..."

She fell ill while lighting the fire.

Although he has fully learned to control his body, the broken game "Humanity: Fall Flat" always has a sense of presence at various times.

Just like a master will occasionally make mistakes in c operations——

The lighter fell like countless times a weapon has been dropped.

Arya's reflexes were strong enough to catch the thing before it hit the ground, however, another black shadow swept past like lightning, precisely engulfing the lighter.

Arya: "..."

An indescribable existence was standing in front of her, the distance between the two sides was less than a foot, and the phosphorus-covered tentacles were all closed quietly, without revealing those bloody mouths that indicated hunger.

The tentacle raised a petal-shaped tip, deftly completed the action of lighting the lighter, lowered the height, and sent it to her mouth.

Arya wasn't worried that she would be torn into countless pieces, but she heard something talking invisibly.

To be precise, it is more like a feeling or a picture than a sound. The meaning the other party wants to express unfolds in the spiritual world in a very magical form——

Hidden in the shadows under the rose vines and thorn bushes, the darkness crawling along the wet soil, walking through the space that is torn and squeezed, it feels like being in a manic storm, the wind blows With the low-pitched thunder rolling in the rain, their ensemble is sometimes far and near, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes gentle and affectionate like whispers between lovers, sometimes solemn and deep like an organ reverberating in a palace.

"So, Blackness."

Arya lowered her head slightly, the flame lit the cigarette, the golden shreds of tobacco permeated the air, the breath was delicate and mellow, and there was a unique coolness of mint leaves.

Those strange feelings flowed through the spirit and consciousness, and after countless changes, they re-converged into language, allowing her to hear every syllable and letter in those strange secret words, and easily judge what the other party was saying——

"I found that it was far more interesting than I thought."

"..." Arya swallowed the smoke, she calmed down, "I feel bored."

At this time, she heard a human voice, that kind of extremely normal female voice with a pleasant voice——

"why?"

"It doesn't feel good," the girl raised her head and looked at him in confusion, "I know that the senses can be manipulated, so what you see may be fake, besides, people outside see your face One way, and I saw another, which may not necessarily have the truth, so is this the real you?"

The latter seemed to laugh, at least in the voice, "What do you want?"

"I want to see you in their eyes."

Her answer was actually very boring and vulgar, a choice that most people would make, like escaping from some R-rated dark hardcore game.

"Ants can't spy on the world of gods, but it depends on your choice."

Alia found herself miraculously understanding the meaning of the other party again, "You mean, what I see will change with my own thoughts? For example, I have to make efforts to convince myself that you are not what you are now, but Is... another kind? But you won't turn into anything weirder."

"How do you define 'weird'?"

God.

This was not the answer she wanted.

Arya grabbed the tentacle that set herself on fire just now.

The cold and hard scales were covered with strong muscles, full of strength that could easily tear apart the flesh, she even felt those sharp teeth trembling slowly under the palm.

— This is her right hand This is her right hand This is her right hand!

Alia opened her eyes, and found that she was holding a white and delicate wrist between her five fingers, and a beautiful woman with smooth black hair was looking at her thoughtfully, her deep and clear eyes sparkled, "So you did it? "

The other party was almost six feet tall, and even though they were both wearing high heels, the difference was still so obvious that Arya could only look up, "Don't you know?"

"Of course," the other party said, as if it was a matter of course, "I don't own your eyes, so how can I share what you see."

"I don't know why, but this sounds weird," Arya glanced at her. "They say your English name is Bloat. What's your real name?"

The latter asked meaningfully: "My real name?"

"Your home is in Shanghai, shouldn't you have a Chinese name?"

"No, I'm not Chinese, I just lived there for a while," she raised her tone slightly, "It's a very interesting place, with soul, culture, and history. In comparison, this place is barren."

"...but they all say you are."

"That's because I told them so," she said casually, her tone suddenly becoming a little more serious, but maybe it was just an illusion, "but I won't lie to you, Blackness."

Arya watched her impassively.

"Okay," the other party lowered his posture, pressed the girl's shoulders, and slowly bent down, "So, how can I serve you?"

Arya: "..."

What is she saying?

Arya looked straight into her eyes, the pupils under the dark irises were like swirls of a storm, and the tiny lights reflected in them looked like miniatures of countless stars, gradually being overwhelmed by the bottomless darkness and disorderly chaos devour.

"Have we... met before?"

"Ever?" The man repeated the word and replied disapprovingly, "We have never been, Blackness, you and I meet here, this time is the past, present and future, and all changes are just caused by your self-consciousness." The illusion created, there is no beginning between us, and naturally there will be no end."

Arya thought for a while, "I seem to understand, but I don't really understand what you are talking about."

"It's okay," she said with a smile, "we're talking, it's fun."

Arya: "...Okay."

Alia finally realized that she was here to make money. Although she didn't really want the money anymore, before she could continue talking, a figure suddenly appeared out of the corner of her eye.

Two young women were standing on the rooftop, almost embracing each other. The distance between them was so close that their breaths intertwined, and even the tips of their noses touched each other, almost touching each other's temperature. At this moment, someone standing behind them coughed, This seemingly incomparably fragrant and lingering picture is broken.

"Well, your family time," the brunette woman didn't turn her head, but obviously knew who it was, she straightened up gracefully, her fingertips brushed the back of the girl's hand vaguely, and the other hand spread out a fan , the peach blossoms on the fan are tender and brilliant, "You can call me anytime, Blackness."

Arya watched her back disappear into the corridor, and the second princess of Asgard who suddenly appeared was still staring at her.

The latter was formally dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with raven-feather-like black hair neatly brushed back, and cold green eyes like pools of winter water, "That person, stay away from her, she doesn't look like you!" like that."

Arya: "..."

She really didn't know how to answer this sentence, so she could only ask tentatively, "Then what is she like?"

Loki: "..."

In fact, he was only warned by Odin not to approach that woman——

No, that's not a person from the courtyard. As for what it is, the God King never told them directly, but strictly ordered their brothers to stay away.

"In short," the prince of God's Domain said angrily, "stay away from her."

If it was a rebellious little girl, she might push back even more disdainfully, saying "You are not my father" or something.

However, the little girl in front of me seemed to be more difficult to deal with, she still had that gentle and harmless look that was not overly affectionate, "You have to tell me a reason."

"There are not so many reasons." Because I don't know, Loki looked at her for a while with an unfathomable expression. "Why can't you be like other children? Just remember what others have said."

"Uh," Arya blinked, "If you say I'm a child, then you have to solve my curiosity even more."

The two faced each other silently on the chilly rooftop, and the atmosphere was tense and they refused to give in to each other.

"Sorry, did I interrupt your family gathering?"

One minute later, amidst the howling wind, Iron Man's figure descended from the sky, the flame-spraying armor suspended in mid-air, and the controller of the armor watched them through the blue light mirror——

"Argued?" Tony showed a rather understanding expression behind the visor, "No surprise, considering you..."

"Sorry," Arya interrupted him, "but, who is your target today? If it's me, we can start the fight, if it's him..."

Loki looked indifferent, surrounded by Avengers, he wouldn't be so stupid as to run over with his real body.

"That woman, you guys had a great conversation a few minutes ago, and now she's gone," Iron Man said curtly, "Do you know who she is, Miss Black?"

Tony described the tragedy at Royce Manor to her, and didn't even mind showing her a few pictures.

Arya had witnessed those murderous tentacles dancing wildly with her own eyes, and she could fully imagine the scene where the guy happily appreciated people's panic and despair, and happily added the brain to the luxury package.

The girl shrugged her shoulders, "Those people have to blame themselves. If it were me, I would kill them all... What, you want to arrest her for this?"

"It's not just about this—"

The timing was not right, and Tony immediately refrained from saying that the woman might, or almost certainly, be connected to the Cult.

Anyway, the target had disappeared without a trace. He gathered the nanotechnology armor in the cavity, stood on the rooftop and adjusted his tie casually, and smiled charmingly at the little girl who put down the phone, "There is Do you like the auction item?"

Then, to Tony's satisfaction, Loki looked even worse.

Arya found that the task list had been refreshed again, and the one on top was from a familiar name.

— Lex Luthor invited her to the Metropolis as a guest.