The moon is soft tonight, and the moon's rays on the cabin, combined with the surrounding fences and lawns, give the whole view a taste of Alice in Wonderland.

The cabin was still lit, and Hank was setting up something in the dining room on the first floor, surrounded by a long chain of lights that stretched from the outside to the side of the dining room.

The lighting in the dining room is a little dim, there is a bottle of red wine on the table, and under the bar at the back, there are piles of various kinds of wine.

There are red wines, white wines, whiskeys, Chivas Revast......

Although he had been mocking Wade's low method before, many facts will tell us that sometimes the more low the method, the greater the probability of success.

After arranging the knives, forks and plates, Hank sat down on the sofa next to him with an expectant expression.

On the wall opposite him hung a clock, on which the "click" of seconds was like the mood in his heart right now,

A little commotion,

A little looking forward to it.

The relationship between him and Hill has reached a very delicate stage,

The only thing missing is a dinner,

An opportunity to confide in each other.

In fact, he had planned it once before, but after buying things, when he came back, he found that the site he had chosen was like being ploughed by oxen, full of potholes and debris.

This kind of environment is only suitable for field warfare, not for confession at all, so Hank can only regret choosing to give up.

And this time,

He specially kicked out Wade, who wanted to sit by and watch the battle, in advance, and even drove the two cats who behaved strangely all day into the woods outside.

After making sure that troublesome characters like Ryan, Banner, Skye, and Wade wouldn't be here, he finally realized his inner thoughts.

There were two thawed steaks on the cutting board, and it would take an hour or two for Hill to come back, so he had to get the timing right, otherwise it would be a bit ruin to come back with a cold meal on the ground.

"Hum..."

The phone vibrated suddenly, and before the subsequent ringtone rang, Hank had already connected the phone,

"Hey, is it almost there?"

This is actually a nonsense,

After all, anyone who has ever been an agent knows that their calculation of time has been outrageously accurate, and when it is time, then the error in the middle should not exceed five minutes.

But on a night like this,

Reason does not seem to apply.

"Well, something happened here suddenly, a group of terrorists appeared on the Banana Harbor, and they need to be dealt with temporarily."

Hill on the other end of the phone said a word, and then hung up the phone without much explanation.

"Tsk..."

Listening to the echoing sound of "beep" in his ears, Hank pursed his lips helplessly,

"Okay."

Put your phone on the couch,

Looking out at the moonlight,

It suddenly felt like such a night should not be wasted.

night

It's easy to add some feelings, so many people will choose the night of confession after dark.

It's just that correspondingly, these people are ignoring a problem,

That is, when they fail to confess, how to deal with the sorrow that hits like a tide.

Take out a bottle of wine from behind the bar,

Hank walked outside to the recliner alone, he wasn't very angry now, because he could understand Hill, and he did what they did, and a lot of the time he couldn't help himself.

But understanding is understanding, but there seems to be a fire stirring in the heart, especially in the dry season of autumn, this fire seems to burn more easily into people's brains.

"Gurgling ......"

The moonlight sprinkled on Hank's body, making his drinking action look a little dashing, and at the same time, it also revealed a hint of melancholy in the chic.

This is the West,

When the people here drink under the moon, they don't have any toasts in their hearts to invite the bright moon, and they have the feelings and temperament of drinking into the three of them.

When the liquid ran down his throat, Hank had only one thought in his head, and that was - drink it!

Alcohol is like the most wonderful thing in the world, paralyzing the nerves of everyone who needs to escape from reality.

Hank's alcohol consumption is actually not very good, in fact, all the agents should not drink very well,

Because in their long careers, alcohol is absolutely forbidden for them, especially in a strictly regulated institution like S.H.I.E.L.D., and occasional tasks are still okay.

But if the act of alcoholism happens to you, then a series of penalties await you.

Although Hank is unruly on the surface,

But in the bones,

He is also a man of the rules.

It's like many people actually giggle on the surface, but they are pessimistic and fragile inside.

People are always in the habit of emphasizing what they are lacking,

I'm always used to showing that I don't care about what I really value.

This contradiction exists in all people, even Loki of Asgard, a "god" who has been detached from the realm of human beings from a biological point of view.

"Hum..."

The phone that was left on the sofa rang again,

It's just that Hank, who was immersed in the world of alcohol, apparently didn't hear it until he drank a bottle of wine in one go.

"Click......"

The glass bottle was smashed on the ground next to it, and Hank wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth, and after a wine burp,

Turned around and went back to the bar in the cabin,

This time

He just picked up a whole box.

"Buzz ......"

The phone rang again,

Hank seemed to sense something as he passed by,

Turned his head and glanced at the call alert on his phone.

The expected name did not appear on it, Hank squinted, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally did not choose to get the phone,

Instead, he staggered towards the courtyard.

Such a rare night,

He wanted someone to savor it.

"Gollum... Gollum..."

"Gurgling ......"

Hank, who was drinking on his back, suddenly stopped swallowing and put down the bottle in his hand a little slowly, although his mind was a little unconscious, it didn't mean that he heard the sound outside.

On the lawn not far from him,

A few bottles of wine were scattered on the floor,

From the chest near him to the woods.

A trace of doubt appeared in his head,

It's a mess of yourself,

Or is it something else that is falling apart,

And also

What's going on with the sound of my own drinking?

Hank stood up on his stool,

Walking towards the woods with the steps of a drunkard.

There were no beasts in the whole area, especially after the arrival of the two strange cats, who had carved the forest into their territory.

It's just that when Hank walked in,

Suddenly, he saw a creature he had never seen before, burying its head in a large barrel of beer.