[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra economic chief

Kristen was grateful that she swallowed the food in her mouth: "Well...as far as I know, not."

"Actually, John is pretty good, if he's not married." Mrs. Holmes didn't hear anyone's reply like a filter, and then looked at Christine eagerly: "Do you have a picture? Is he handsome? How old is he? How did you meet Xiali? How long have you known each other? What does he do? Will his family object to them being together? Are they living together now? Does Sherlock like him?" Words, the last summary came with a sentence, "He must be very smart!"

Christine bit the spoon, turned her head with a click, and looked at old Mr. Holmes in admiration. She felt that there was an angelic halo on his head, which read: '...a great man! '

It turns out that the mother-in-law's world does not distinguish between Chinese and Western. She thought that only the elders in the not-too-distant motherland could have such fighting power.

"Wendy?" Seeing that Christine couldn't react, Mrs. Holmes urged.

Christine replied with a hazy voice and a dull expression: "No photo, handsome, over 40, Mycroft, almost a year, family heir, no, yes, I don't know."

"How much more than 40, don't be sloppy."

"I'm not sure." Putting down the spoon in his hand, he threw the pot to McCoff, "Mcoff knows better."

The itchy Mrs. Holmes wanted to invite her husband to take a walk along Baker Street, but on second thought, no, it would be better to wait for their relationship to be more stable before going.

Although she wanted to return her mind to lunch, Mrs. Holmes still couldn't restrain her inner surge, and kept confiding to her exclusive tree hole, Mr. Holmes.

After the adults finished eating, Ebner drank up the bottle under his father's reassuring service, ignoring Christine who was next to him with spicy chicken nuggets dangling in front of him, and listened intently to his grandmother's non-stop nagging nagging.

The protagonist didn't buy it, and Christine was bored singing a one-man show by herself. She beat the beat and didn't know what to think about. Rumlow was cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen, and the atmosphere in the room was very warm for a while.

Suddenly, Christine felt a burst of moisture on her feet, her body stiffened slightly, and she slowly moved up her ankles in disbelief. Ebner on the cradle was smiling innocently.

"Ah!!!" Christine collapsed and pointed at Ebner to go crazy, Ebner, who didn't understand what happened at all, looked blankly at his mother's strange expression.Despite his extraordinary genius, Ebner, who was still a child after all, was frightened by Christine's somewhat 'scaring' expression and started crying softly.As soon as Rumlow, who heard the news, came out of the kitchen, he saw the expressions of the mother and son who couldn't explain it, and one of them was sobbing pitifully: "What's wrong?"

The Holmes couple sat on the sofa next to them and looked at each other, smiling without saying a word.

Christine complained to the head of the family before Ebner, who could not speak, pointed to the marks on his feet: "He, he...he actually... peed, and..." I don't know how to say it Christine held back such a sentence, which made the two old people laugh out loud.

"Chi..." A sarcastic laugh came from the door, interrupting Rumlow's movement of holding his forehead.

Sherlock, who was the topic of lunch just now, walked in with his long legs wearing his woolen coat and blue scarf, and complained to Christine who complained to the old man: "You are really getting better and better."

Christine, who had just revealed Sherlock's love life, felt guilty for a moment: "Don't worry about me! I'll go up and clean up first." Without waiting for others to agree, she pulled Rumlow and left her son and fled.

Sherlock behind him narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Mrs. Holmes: "Mom, what nonsense did she tell you?"

"Nothing?" Mrs. Holmes denied it flatly, "Why did you come back suddenly to see your little nephew." She said that she was going to pick up Ebner and head towards Sherlock.

"Stop, Mom. You need a new diaper first."

"Look at my brain, I'll get it." Mrs. Holmes' exaggerated expression made Sherlock roll his eyes, but didn't go into it.

Walking to the cradle, Sherlock looked down at Ebner, who still had tears on his face, and taunted him habitually: "Tsk, is McCoff blind? A brat who can't even control his own physical functions, is there any chance?" What is worth my teaching."

Mr. Holmes said coolly behind the dense steam: "Avery just hasn't done what you haven't done since you were three years old."

"What nonsense are you talking about, I clearly remember when I was 3 years old." Sherlock retorted furiously.

"Really?" Mr. Holmes' calm rebuttal made Sherlock hesitate, after all, his father was never a random person.

"Hmph, of course." He forced a snort out of his mouth and said firmly.

Sitting next to Ebner, he poked his little white face, and was slapped away disapprovingly by Mrs. Holmes holding a diaper.

In the evening, under the urging of his parents, Mycroft turned off his heavy work and went home to have dinner. Ebner was embraced by the loving father Rumlow and tried hard to absorb all the messy knowledge.

Mycroft sits next to Sherlock: "Help him build the memory palace before he turns 3,"

"By..."

"You are his uncle."

"you are not?"

"Remuneration, Watson and Mary." Mycroft held the punch leisurely, "I don't have any friendship with them."

Sherlock didn't speak, and looked at the little fat man playing with Christine in Rumlow's arms unhappily, cursing him narrowly that he would grow up to be like McCaw.

Early the next morning, Christine dragged Rumlow, who was reluctant to leave, and sneaked away without disturbing anyone.As for Ebner, Christine never thought of taking people back, after all, distance creates beauty.And Rumlow's reaction affirmed her decision even more.

Back home, Rumlow went to the gym in a low mood, and Christine rolled her eyes in displeasure.After taking a shower, he sat on the edge of the bed in his pajamas, wiped his hair with a dry towel, and called Hong Hou: "How is the situation with the Avengers?"

"Jarvis has escaped my control with Stark's help." The Red Queen first brought up another topic.

"You can't help it?" Christine asked with a smile on her lips.

"Of course there is, but is it necessary?"

"That's right, the grasshoppers in the dying days of the Western Mountains can't make any waves, and there is no need to expose yourself, and for the future..." Stop talking, "Let's talk about it in detail."

"Hawkeye's eyes can see again; Falcon's arm is still taking medicine to grow; Captain America and the Winter Soldier are back to health; Black Widow is transferred to Stark Tower to continue to lie; Scarlet Witch is taken by Magneto Back in Germany, Vision also followed; after the shareholding formalities were handed over, Iron Man was concentrating on Stark Industries; Thor stayed at his house."

"Then?"

"Mr. Clint's vision remained at 4.7 throughout his life, and his vision was damaged; Mr. Wilson's right arm could not be used normally; the serum molecules in Mr. Rogers and Sergeant Barnes were cleared; Wanda and Vision are now in Wanwan Cultivation under the control of Magneto; Tony Stark’s steel armor, except for a set of self-protection, was handed over to the government; the Rainbow Bridge was cut off, Odin continued to sleep, and the Cosmic Rubik’s Cube was also handed over to Thanos by Loki. Thor is trapped in God's Domain."

Christine looked inexplicable: "Where's Bruce?"

"Go back to work at headquarters."

"Let Jack find a reason to transfer him to Wakanda."

"Yes, if..."

"Red Empress, do you want to return your USB flash drive?" Christine interrupted her suddenly.

"No, I want to be the king of the world, love and love!" After a moment of silence, the Red Queen said impassionedly.

After drying her hair, she put the towel aside casually, and with a dry laugh, Christine said with a toothache, "Who taught you that?"

"The new programmer boy from the company, although he has some brain problems, but his ability is good." The projection of the red queen flickered a little.

Didn't grasp the issue to get to the bottom of it. The Red Queen also has her social circle and personal affairs. She sat up straight and was curious: "Mutant?"

"Professor X rushed to Germany on the day the video was released, Xavier School..."

"No, that's not what I asked." Christine stopped me laughingly, "You don't think I have any great ideals for spending so much time dealing with the Avengers, do you?"

"Ok?"

"Private enmity is a large part of the reason. As for the government, it just happens to be at its meeting. Even without me, the Avengers will not last long. The same is true for mutants. If they are stubborn and can't find their own accurate positioning , the world is full of Bolivars."

"But this has nothing to do with us. What has to do is that we can employ mutants who have been coveted for a long time in an open and honest manner, and it can also be regarded as providing employment for Xavier School to save the unemployed population in the United States. Scientific research, always exploring and never ending Endless."

"Tell Jack to act as soon as possible. There are many people in this world who are smarter than us, and now they can lay a solid foundation with their connections. When there are more competitors who react, those simple mutants will not be easy to fool."

The red queen looked at her with a delicate expression, as if she had never known her before, and she still couldn't believe that she would quietly not disturb her.

The figure disappeared into the room in a flash, and then Rumlow walked into the room with wet hair, looking at Christine with some trepidation.

"No, no, at least not now." Christine's furry hands were crossed on his chest, holding a sign of opposition to stop Rumlow's unspoken words.

"That's our child, Wendy. Besides, now that the Avengers are down, I'm free too..."

Christine just wanted to get angry: "Sherlock is teaching him to build a thinking palace, which is not very convenient."

Rumlow almost knelt down to her casual reason: "We can't stay in England forever, and we can't leave Avery alone in London."

Christine thought she really meant it that way.What a miscalculation, I shouldn't have gone to see that little bunny yesterday, trouble!