Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

The golden circle is a tattoo made of 24K pure gold poured on a certain part of the body. As the name suggests, it looks like a small circle.High profile not luxurious, and a bit of a pain.

But those who will join the drug monopoly organization, grab huge benefits from a healthy body, have long been dazzled, don't even have a conscience, and are not afraid of the little pain when hot gold is poured on the skin.

The reason why the matter is so important is because the missing persons on the list controlled by Natasha are more or less related to this organization, no matter whether they offend or flatter the Golden Circle, they eventually disappeared.

I thought I was forced into the organization, but after further investigation, I found out that one of the victims had escaped from the Golden Circle, but unfortunately died in the wilderness before he escaped, his limbs were extremely stiff, and his eyes popped out Bleeding from the orbit and seven orifices, the state of death is horrific.

"Do you have to describe it so carefully while eating breakfast?" Tony slammed the hand of strawberry jam, looked up at Natasha who was sitting opposite, and put the spoon with a little bit of sweet jam back into the jar after a while Go inside and eat slices of bread with the tasteless air.

Before she finished, Natasha put her lips away, looked away, and said, "I'm sorry."

There is a plate of scorched muffins in the center of the dining table. It’s okay not to pour honey. The golden and clear honey is appetizing, but it flows on the blackened pancakes. Come.

No one touched the plate of muffins.

There are areas where geniuses can't get involved. This sentence is true, and it has been well proved by Tony Stark.

After having a daughter, he began to appear in the kitchen frequently for the first time. Compared with the soft egg rolls made on the plane before, which looked like melted rotten bananas, with the help of a nanny, he made a nutritious meal for young children. Daisy can still eat.

Of course, the credit is mainly on the nanny.

After all, not every nanny can have the thoughtfulness of making fresh ingredients into semi-finished products and letting the chairman heat them up, and even praising the cooking skills with a smile on his face.

Only the Stark family is not only considerate, but also pass on this kind of consideration.

Natasha got up late this morning, Wendy was on holiday again, Tony felt hungry and had to feed his daughter who was waiting to be fed, so he went into the kitchen to make some muffins by himself.

He tied his apron very professionally, and the recipes he retrieved from the Internet were also very professional. From the ingredients to the kitchen utensils, there was nothing wrong with it.

I just don’t know why the muffins became soulless after being touched by the hands that created many advanced technologies.

Not even Daisy.

Even if the old father with strong self-esteem and self-confidence does not eat, he will put the failed products on the table to see.

Before swinging it, I leaned over to let the little one smell it.

Daisy was eating strawberries, her cheeks were puffed up and she was very happy, but when she was suddenly attacked by such a gas, she threw herself back in disgust, almost doubting her life.

So Tony's masterpiece could only end up in the trash after a short morning exhibition.

Xiaotuanzi was luckier.

She didn't need to eat muffins that her father failed to make, and she couldn't understand Natasha's description of affecting her appetite. A big strawberry in one hand was delicious.

"There are three people in New York who disappeared because of the Golden Circle." Natasha said, "The hiding place and the identity of the leader of this organization are unknown. The members of the organization have no fingerprints, their teeth have been ground, their names are fake, and their faces are blank. , like air."

She picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth, which was pleasing to the eye, but her expression was not very good: "You know it's everywhere, but you can't find it."

"So the clues are all broken," Tony said.

He didn't look very concerned, and kept his head down playing with his phone.

I have never seen anyone like him, the more he plays, the more serious he becomes.

"No." Natasha said.

As she spoke, Daisy was well fed and stretched out her little arms, trying to get out of the baby chair.

The sticky strawberry juice was all sticky in the palm of that white and tender hand.

The little hands were then gently held up by a pair of much larger women's hands, and they were gently wiped clean with a napkin.

The calluses on Natasha's fingers from years of using weapons and close combat made Daisy's skin itchy.

Tuanzi likes to be treated so tenderly. When she looked at her seriously, the flesh on both sides of her cheeks pouted with laughter.

After wiping the baby's hands clean, Natasha carried her to the ground to play, then looked up at the empty-nester father who had been ignored for a while, and said, "The United States has an independent intelligence agency that was formed after World War I. Agents have worked with me. Information always flows, you can ask them."

"Intelligence agency." Tony turned off the phone screen, put a thin piece of board on his hand, and chewed her words, "It's the secret service organization. What does independence mean?"

"Non-governmental, unrestrained." Natasha laughed at herself, "much freer than S.H.I.E.L.D."

"It's a lot of freedom."

She reached out to brush Daisy's soft hair, feeling a little bit reluctant in her heart, and sighed lowly: "I thought I could stay for at least two days. Things happened suddenly, and I have to rush to Kentucky immediately."

Xiaotuanzi was carefree. When her head was touched, she thought she was playing, so she gently hooked her little finger with her little hand.

Tony was about to say something when Natasha closed her eyes and sighed, but just happened to hear her "Go to Kentucky immediately", using No. He just beckoned to the robotic arm dangling with the vacuum cleaner next to him: "Benben, come and collect the dishes."

After dinner Natasha went to her own bedroom to pack her things.

She originally came suddenly, but now she just left suddenly, and she didn't need to bring anything except her weapon.

But Daisy was her little tail and happily followed in, so she was much slower to pack things.

Before entering the room, Natasha and Tony borrowed a plane to Kentucky.

Borrowing a plane is like plucking a hair out of Tony's eyebrows, and he will never stop borrowing it.

Lor... Seeing him alone in the armored nursery doesn't seem very pleasant.

"Sir, the data of the jet-powered foldable shoes has been encrypted and sent to Suzanne's work mailbox." Jarvis is still working diligently on behalf of the boss, all year round and without sleep, and now reports gently.

Tony raised his hand in answer.

The smart housekeeper paused, and then said: "Sir, you said before that after finishing this work, you want to take the lady out to play. I have made a flight plan for you to Kentucky, and you can take off today."

Tony's eyes moved, but his face was still so rigid: "I never said I was going to Kentucky."

"Yes, sir. I'm just a suggestion." Jarvis said, "The weather in Kentucky is fine these days, and it's getting cooler, but the sunshine in the country and the passion of the cowboys are still hot."

He just laughed: "Western music is also very good, I think you will like it, sir."

The plane took off like a great white dove.

The Stark family's special plane, unmanned, uses a background reflective panel, gradually rises, and blends seamlessly with the blue sky.

The weather outside is extremely good, but the atmosphere in the cabin is somewhat indescribably delicate.

This subtlety is not necessarily bad, but there are only three people sitting in such a big place, and the two older ones do not talk to each other, if there is not a baby sitting in the middle, occasionally talking to himself, babbling and silent. When it spreads out, it wants to drown people alive in it.

Natasha boarded the plane and saw Tuanzi wearing a cowboy hat sitting on the seat, and beside him was an old father wearing glasses reading a book. She didn't say anything, and found a seat on the other side.

"Jarvis made the flight plan," Tony said.

I don't know who to tell.

The response of the smart housekeeper this time is obviously much faster than last time. It is natural and proficient to do the same thing a few more times. The metallic voice came from the aircraft radio, without even a slight change in the current: "I made it on my own initiative. Flight Plan."

Natasha turned away.

After a while, she said, "Protect Daisy."

Tony turned a page in the book: "I know."

On the cover it said British Home Cooking.

He may never cook good food again.

When it comes to Kentucky, several representative images often come to mind.

Wineries, countryside, horse farms.Cowboys gallop across the fertile prairie, wild and unrestrained.The aroma of whiskey has been wafting far away in the town, smelling it and getting drunk.

Jarvis was right.The sun is still hot in rural Kentucky.

After getting off the plane, I drove to the location of the independent intelligence agency that Natasha said. There is a large expanse of grassland besides the huge winery of the wine industry in the United States.

They come down and go.

Daisy grew up in the city, where has she seen such a world?The whole child was so excited that he writhed down from his father's arms early, hula-la pulled his little cowboy hat, and ran instinctively on the country road.

There are cattle on the prairie.

They were fairly robust cattle, spread out, gnawing lazily at the grass in the wide pen.

Tuanzi ran and gradually stopped.

She saw someone sitting in the fence.

It's not uncommon for grassland to have cowboys on it, but if it's a gentleman in a neat suit and combing his hair carefully, it's quite eye-catching.

In particular, he showed his melancholy back, with his back to Daisy, sitting on the grass without knowing what to think, and didn't move for a long time.

Still a young man.

Tony walked by and glanced sideways.

"Do you think it's time to talk, Jarvis?" he asked.

Jarvis asked back, "Say what, sir?"

"That man's clothes are being eaten by cows."