[Comprehensive] First Lady

In addition, Holly is used to taking baths and can spend two hours in the bathroom.There were a few times when Steve came close to bringing assignment papers home, and the letters would be spread out on the table.Holly not only has a lot of painting tools, but also a lot of cosmetics.Steve didn't pay attention to the difference between wiping his face and wiping his hands and body with a towel.Holly would stack books sideways.Steve can't understand electronic music.

The day it happened, Steve had no assignment.

He paints in the living room.It is said to be a living room, but it is actually a studio.Because both of them have the habit of talking, most of the space that should belong to the living room has been used as a studio. Facing the window, there are easels, large lockers, and an illustration table.

Holly is taking a bath and throws her phone on the couch.Steve has endured 15 minutes since the phone kept vibrating.The point here, Stephen thought, was that Holly's circle of life was very clear to him after the first month of living together.No one would be in such a hurry to find Holly, and there would not even be a family member's critical illness notification, because Holly's only relative is not the man who would rush to call Holly after being pushed into the emergency room── Not to mention whether they will choose to go to the hospital.Black households and wanted criminals are not eligible to enter the hospital.

So, who the hell is calling Holly with ten rings every 30 seconds?

Steve couldn't help being curious.He hesitated whether to hand the phone to Holly, or to take a look at it.Just one glance.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

Steve glanced at his phone, put down his painting tools, and walked to the door. "Who?" He asked, and from the screen of the security system installed on the wall, he saw a young man in a baseball cap and an old Adidas jacket, holding a pizza box, standing outside the door.

"Hello.Is there anyone calling for delivery? 』

Steve hesitated, staring at the screen, and asked loudly, "Holly? You ordered delivery?"

"No?" Holly's voice came from the bathroom, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Steve answered with a raised voice, "Probably sent the wrong message."

However, as soon as Steve opened the door, he made sure that the takeaway was delivered correctly, because the first thing the other person did when he looked up was not to ask for a tip, nor did he say hello. .

Of course, Steve wouldn't fall for such a bad move. He grabbed the gun and wanted to crush the barrel, but unexpectedly, the gun seemed to be strengthened, so he dodged the bullet sideways and hit the killer disguised as a delivery man. stand up.

Bullets flew randomly in the living room.Break through the glass window, break through the easel, break through the sofa.

Steve slams the delivery killer onto the rug.In the process, the coffee table was smashed.

Holly in the bathroom was taking a bath, rubbing her face, reading a book, turned up the volume of the stereo, and frowned when she heard the loud noise.

"...what's that sound?" Holly asked loudly.in the bathtub.

Steve got into a fight with the killer.

"Nothing!" Steve said loudly.While pressing the killer against the wall.

The killer was punched a dozen times on the forehead by Steve viciously.This is more deadly than being hit by a bullet.But he didn't die.Even have the strength to fight back.

Steve had to activate the bracelet and use the metal arm Tony made him to attack.

The metal made of the same material as the steel suit, when it hit the killer's cheek, there was a muffled sound of metal hitting each other.

Steve's eyes widened in astonishment.

The killer shrugged and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly.

The two fought again.

The bookcase wall is dead.The bed was killed.Steve throws the killer onto the balcony.

At the same time, Holly turned off the music and stepped out of the bathtub.

"I think I heard something break? Steve? Are you okay?"

Steve could hear Holly getting out of the bathtub.

"I'm fine! I'm fine! Holly, you stay inside first, don't come out!"

What is it?Holly thought to herself, turned her head suspiciously, and listened carefully to the strange noises outside.

Don't leave the bathroom!Steve thought, gritted his teeth nervously, there was no other solution for the time being except to stun the killer.

The killer turned around, threw something into the house, and jumped off the balcony.

Holly stopped her movements and stepped outside the bathtub with one foot, ready to grab a towel in one hand.

Steve rushed to the bathroom, grabbed the bed board and blocked the bathroom door.

Grenades exploded in the air.

Firelight illuminated the night sky.

Holly woke up in the ward.

When she opened her eyes, her mind was even blanker than the ceiling reflected in her eyes.

"Holly? You're awake."

A familiar voice came from the left.Holly turned her head.It was Steve, sitting in a chair, leaning forward, looking at her with anxiety and gratitude.He stayed by her side.

"What's going on?" Holly asked, frowning, feeling a stabbing pain in the back of her head. "Why are we in the hospital?"

Steve didn't answer her question right away.He supported her and helped her sit up on the bed, first handed her a glass of warm water, and watched her drink it after Holly took it.He put his palm on her forehead, feeling her body temperature.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Steve asked, looking into Holly's eyes. "Dizzy? Tinnitus? Nausea?"

Holly shook her head, "It's just a headache."

Steve lowered his head, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Great," he whispered.

Holly uses the joints of the index and middle fingers of both hands to massage the temples in a circular motion.She took a breath, trying to feel better.

"What the hell happened?" she asked, frowning at Steve. "I remember I was in the shower."

"Uh..." Steve suddenly ran out of words.

Holly raised an eyebrow and looked at Steve.Steve was silent, looking at the sheets of the hospital bed.

"Steve?" Holly's voice began to rise.

Steve took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

"Okay," he said, looking up at Holly, as if making some serious resolution, "Holly, I have to confess to something."

Holly raised her eyebrows, "Okay."

"You have to promise not to get angry."

"Oh, I can't guarantee that."

Steve took another deep breath.Holly nodded encouragingly.

"I... accidentally blew up the TV," and Steve said.

"Huh?" Holly was dumbfounded.

"The wire went off and exploded," Steve said, gritting his teeth. "That's why you passed out. Sorry, it's all because of me. I'll be responsible, I promise."

"What? Wait, wait, wait, wait."

Holly held her forehead and raised her hand to stop Steve from continuing. "Let me understand first. How did you blow up the TV and cause the circuit to go off? I don't quite understand. It sounds like it requires some technical sabotage skills, which is not something ordinary people can do."

"Uh." Steve looked away, again at a loss for words.

Holly squinted at Steve. "Could it be that you pulled out the plug too hard and tore off the connection of the plug?"

Steve froze for a moment, then nodded quickly. "Yes, that's it."

"I said, don't push so hard." Holly sighed, "Just pull the plug, it has nothing against you."

"You're not mad?" Steve asked.

Holly shook her head, pursed her lips, and smiled helplessly. "Why should I be angry?" she asked back, looking at Steve. "It's good that people are fine. The house can be repaired. Find another place to live for a while."

Steve didn't say a word, his lips were tightly shut, and he stared at Holly.

"It's ok," said Holly, smiling and tilting her head. "It was just an accident, and I'm sure you can take care of everything. Don't beat yourself up, it's not a big deal. And don't worry about repairs, we still have money."

The pale light of the ward hit the two of them.Steve could see his reflection in Holly's dark eyes, and so could Holly.The reflection of the two on the glass window depicts Holly's complete trust in Steve and Steve's silent touch.

"Smile." Holly poked Steve's cheeks with both index fingers, trying to poke a smile, "Be happy. It's not a big deal."

Steve bowed his head quickly. "Not for me," he said, looking up, smiling wryly, "you take a break, I'll call the doctor in."

Holly watched as Steve stood up, patted her on the head, and strode out of the room.Because of Steve's too serious and desperate eyes just now, she didn't doubt Steve at all, no matter what Steve said.Only then did she notice the unreasonable high-end technological equipment in the ward, and the Bai Dagua who looked like some kind of researchers outside the ward.

That's weird.Holly frowned thinking, while the doctor examined her.

Steve walks out of the hospital room.Tony is waiting.

"Is she mad?" Tony asked.

"No, she didn't." Steve shook his head.

James and Natasha came down the corridor.

"It's quite interesting." Natasha raised her voice, waving the data in her hand, "The subcutaneous titanium body armor, liquid injection, taking into account softness and extensibility, strengthens the nervous system. This is your enemy, Steve. Have you ever heard of the Syndicate?"

Steve and Tony frowned simultaneously.

"Which syndicate?" Tony asked first, "The one in England, or the one in Singapore?"

Steve's eyes flicked back and forth between Tony and Natasha. "There are two syndicates?"

"There used to be only one." Natasha replied, raising her jaw towards the two men standing at the corner of the corridor. Her short bright red hair was in stark contrast to the corridor of the ward.

Steve's gaze shifted to James.

"For some reason, a few years ago, the organization split in two," James interjected, raising an eyebrow at Steve, "like Tony said. Now there are two Syndicates. The British Syndicate, using MI[-], became An underground organization that should not be underestimated, it only fought against Ethan Hunt a while ago."

"Singapore's Syndicate operation is low-key," Natasha said, handing over the data to Steve. "The last time I heard about them, it was a mission in Berlin, Germany. They were trying to restart a human transformation project .This is information about the Singapore Syndicate.”

Steve took the folder.

"So, it's the Syndicate from Singapore who sent the killer this time." Steve asked, looking at the others.

"Right." James nodded, "Although you haven't messed with them... But, I have. And, obviously, someone has a bad idea about super soldiers."

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