Boston, Wendy's home.

In the silence of the living room, Roberts and his daughter Joan sat face to face on two sofas, with a coffee table in between, and no one spoke.

Joan sat on the couch, her head bowed, her feet swinging unconsciously, her smoky makeup had been wiped off her face, and her hippie-style clothes had been replaced with regular everyday clothes, while Roberts looked at his daughter in front of her with a gloomy face.

In the kitchen not far away, Wendy was washing the dishes, but her ears had already been quietly pricked up, listening to the movement in the living room.

Looking at Joan, who was a little afraid in front of him, Roberts understood that his daughter was afraid of himself, which made him a little lost, no father wants to see that his child is afraid of himself rather than loving himself, but some things still have to be faced.

Roberts took a deep breath to adjust his mood and said in a deep voice.

"I understand that you were born in the United States, you have lived here since you were a child, and the personality of many places will be very similar to that of Americans...... But I don't care how Americans educate their children, you are my daughter, you are an Englishman, your great-grandfather was a knight canonized by the Queen, our family has been a gentleman for generations, and you will never be allowed to be so frivolous in an English family, especially if you are still ......"

Speaking of anger, Roberts unconsciously became a little anxious, but he quickly realized this, tried to suppress it, and then gritted his teeth and said.

"What kind of gang are you going to form. ”

Roberts has seen a lot of fights between gangsters, and maybe some young people are after these, but Roberts is not interested at all, and he is not willing to let his daughter participate in his current life-and-death life, just be an ordinary girl, go to school, grow up, get married, and have children...... It's good to spend your life quietly.

Because of this, Roberts is extremely sensitive to his daughter's formation of a joking gang.

And the daughter looked very obedient and lowered her head, which made Roberts feel a little relieved in addition to anger, at least not irreparable, but the next moment, this relief was torn to pieces by anger.

"It's just a matter of having fun with a few friends, what's the big deal...... Traditional. ”

At this moment, Roberts heard his daughter's whispers of displeasure and dissatisfaction.

"Dare to talk back!"

Roberts was furious, he couldn't help but stand up, his face showed his habitual coldness, but the next moment he realized that he was wrong, his expression was good to scare those enemies and gangsters, but it shouldn't be like this in the face of his daughter.

But unexpectedly, Joan, who had always kept her head down quietly, suddenly raised her head, looked at Roberts in front of her with blue eyes without fear, and said loudly.

"You haven't come back to see me since I was a child, you only see me once a year, you have never taken care of me, what qualifications do you have to manage me now!"

"You ......"

Roberts couldn't help but stretch out his hand, but he couldn't open the words when they came to his mouth.

...... You've never been in charge of me, and what qualifications do you have to control me now!

This sentence was like a knife in Roberts's heart, making the guilt and hesitation that had been hidden in his heart for many years burst out instantly, although neither Joan nor Wendy had said this in the past, but he understood that he was not a good father.

But Joan didn't notice her father's complicated expression, and she ran to the door angrily, slamming it straight out.

It wasn't until after Joan had left that Roberts sat down on the couch and fell silent, when Wendy, who had been listening to all this in the kitchen, came out with a cup of brewed tea in her hand.

"Would you like afternoon tea? ”

Wendy seemed surprisingly quiet and didn't show any surprise at Joan's departure.

"You probably know what Joan did at school. ”

Roberts took the tea and said without raising his head.

Wendy chose a suitable position, then sat on the sofa, pinched the tea in one hand, took a sip, and then raised her eyes to look at Roberts in front of her, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Joan has always lived with me, of course I know that. ”

Roberts didn't speak, he knew Wendy would definitely have his own explanation, and sure enough, Wendy continued.

"Actually, I don't think it's anything, Joan just feels lonely and bored, she was very timid and afraid of life when she was a child, and she often hides behind me when she sees people, until the first two years when you look at her, although I haven't been bullied much, but after all, I don't have any friends......"

Pinching the tea and looking at the rippling water in the tea, Wendy seemed to remember the past years and couldn't help but smile.

It wasn't until she got to high school that she got better. Because she has good physical fitness, she has been able to win championships in many games, and she has also participated in some baseball and other fan groups, so gradually many of her peers are very sought after her, and she has gradually become cheerful, and even like you just saw, some girls still call her the head of the big sister. ”

As she spoke, Wendy couldn't help but laugh, she put down the teacup in her hand, looked up at Roberts in front of her, and said.

"After all, it's just a kid's play, so why should you care? ”

Roberts lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and then muttered.

"I just don't want her to go down the same path as me. ”

It was because of his involvement that Roberts understood what kind of path this was, so he simply could not tolerate any signs of his daughter being involved.

Hearing this, Wendy couldn't help but shake her head.

"You're too sensitive......"

With that, she lowered her head, shook the teacup slightly, and then said pointedly.

"Besides...... Is it really possible to get rid of it completely? ”

What Wendy means Roberts understands is that people like them can really keep children completely out of contact with their own world?

Roberts was silent.

He looked at the body of the teacup, and suddenly, his eyes contracted slightly, as if he noticed something unusual, but his face did not show anything unusual, just calmly looked up at Wendy in front of him and said.

"Wendy, you can help me go and see where Joan went, I'm a little worried about her. ”

Wendy raised her head, first looked at him with some confusion, then looked at his expression, and then nodded.

"Okay, I'll go now. ”

As Wendy prepares to leave, Roberts suddenly stops her.

"Wait!"

Then Wendy turned around in confusion, and before she could react, Roberts had already stepped forward and hugged her, and then whispered in her ear.

"After so many years, I have wronged you to help me take care of Joan......"

Wendy also seemed to be moved, with a slight mist in her eyes, biting her lip and nodding.

Then, Wendy also left, leaving Roberts alone in the villa, and he sat back on the couch, quietly drinking tea, waiting for the two to return......

On the street, Wendy was carrying a women's handbag, and then she passed by an ice cream parlor, and as if she had thought of something, she entered the ice cream parlor, and all this was already seen by a pair of eyes in the dark.

Somewhere looking at the surveillance camera, a man held up the walkie-talkie in his hand and said.

"Target B enters XX ice cream shop and asks the people present to investigate, repeat, Target B enters the XX ice cream shop and asks the people present to investigate ......"

It didn't take long for him to get a response.

“...... No target found in XX Ice Cream Shop, target is missing, repeat, no target is found in XX Ice Cream Shop, target is missing......"

The man was stunned, how could he lose it? The ice cream parlor was so big, where could she go?

But blessings and misfortunes are not a single line, and then there is a response.

"Subject A went to the toilet after drinking tea, but has not moved for 15 minutes now, suspecting that we have been exposed......"

Silently listening to the news that came, the man's face was gloomy, and he threw the walkie-talkie in his hand to the ground.

“FUCK! FUCKYOU!”

......

Meanwhile, on a street not far from the ice cream parlor, a woman in sunglasses hurried through the crowd, and she could still feel Roberts holding her...... The touch of the symbol written with her fingers on her back.

It's a secret communication symbol that only they can understand with each other.

"We are being watched. ”

......

"Old-fashioned!savage!stinky guy!badass ......"

On the street, a pretty red-haired girl walked while kicking an empty drink can, and swearing indignantly about the poor empty drink can. Some passers-by frowned and tried to stop it, but they were glared at by her fiercely, closed their mouths stiffly, and had to leave in disgrace.

When the anger had subsided, the girl leaned against a wall and watched the pedestrians on the road silently.

Sometimes when she sees the children who are being led by her parents, she will look at them silently, then stroke her long hair, and then turn her head away, trying not to look at it again, after all, after watching it for a long time, in fact, it is like that...... Isn't it.

Well, she is indeed envious, so what.

Although Wendy treats her very well, if she can't see her parents from the time she can remember, the only "father" who is still there only sees her once a year, she will feel cowardly no matter what.

When Joan was very young, she had a nightmare all the time, dreaming that even Wendy didn't want herself, everyone didn't want herself, she cried and shouted but couldn't call them back, and whenever she dreamed of this dream, she would be scared awake, and then hide under the covers and choke and cry alone.

Until she grew up, although she gradually stopped dreaming like that, the timidity of being afraid of being abandoned has always been with her for a long, long time......

I was inexplicably lost in my heart.

For some reason, she thought of the complicated expression on Roberts' face before she slammed the door, when she was angry but didn't look closely, and now that she thinks about it, it seems that Roberts was also sad.

She is not stupid, and she may not be able to understand why "Dad doesn't come back" when she was a child, but after living for so many years, she can vaguely guess that the complicated relationship between Wendy and Roberts is by no means "good friends", and even the two of them have some special identities......

Sometimes she would wonder if her father was an agent, or an international thief, or a Batman who turned into a night enforcer, or something, so she couldn't go home for all sorts of reasons.

However, she no longer has such fantasies, how is this possible, do you think you make movies?

When she thought of Roberts's complicated and indescribable expression, she felt a deep sense of revenge in her heart, but at the same time, there was also some pity and unbearability, she knew that her father had his own difficulties, and she didn't really want to see Roberts show that sad expression......

He's a big badass! worse than Hydra, and he doesn't deserve sympathy!

The girl who noticed the sympathy in her heart hurriedly shook her head, tried to slap her face, took a deep breath, and wanted to throw out that sympathy, she didn't want to sympathize with that guy at all, that guy deserved it anyway.

At that moment, the sound of a motorcycle speeding past her suddenly sounded, and the sound was so strong that the sound of the crowd could not be drowned.

She turned her head in confusion, only to see the motorcycle beside her, a strong arm forced her to hold the motorcycle, and at the same time, suddenly a gunshot rang out.

"Da Da Da!"

"Ahh......h

Behind him were a multitude of screams and panic fleeing, and before Joan could react, instinctively trying to resist, the owner of the driver's helmet with his arm around him suddenly spat out a familiar voice.

"Sit tight!"

The anxious voice......

Joan couldn't help but look, the sharp eyes and the scruffy face were not her father, and at the same time, there was also the sound of the police car sirening behind her, and Joan, who was still in a state of confusion in her mind at the moment, could barely feel it from a thousand thoughts......

I seem to have been hunted down with this father, who only sees him once a year?!!