There?

What to see.

Barbara looked in the direction where Ms. Hand's finger was going, but saw that several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had brought stretchers and were tearing a large hole in the ground in his chest, and Andrew Garner, who had been completely hung up unless Mephisto came in person, was carrying him.

Beside.

An agent was bending over and picking up the heart that had fallen from the ground from the ground that belonged to Andrew Garner.

Black.

The blood of black people is also red, and naturally, the heart should also be red, but in order to be able to kill Andrew Garner with one blow, Baker squeezed a Teemo's mushroom with a juicer, and then soaked the edge of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow knife in it.

That's why Andrew Garner couldn't muster his abilities when he was nailed to the wall.

Barbara turned to look back at Lady Hand, confused.

"Hairo Morton used to just kill people, and for Andrew Garner, who once wanted to take you hostage, he did it by killing people, guess whom," said Ms. Hand. ”

Barbara seemed to have an idea.

But......

Still confused.

For me?

Don't make a fuss, he won't care about me.

Ms. Hande shook her head and walked towards the door of the warehouse: "Men, in fact, they are all the same, saying one thing on their lips, and doing one thing behind their backs, are there few things, you, the more men say that they don't care about you, it can only mean one thing, that is, you are capturing him." ”

Barbara: "......"

Really?

Barbara looked thoughtfully at the back of Lady Hand's departure.

Whether a man says one thing and does another behind his back, Baker doesn't know, but Baker is sure that he has always said something.

Against a transcendent villain like Andrew Garner, Baker can only kill with one hit before Baker has real damage or magic damage.

Any talk must ensure that Andrew Garner dies in advance.

This year.

At the last moment, are there fewer cases that are counter-killed?

Wake up.

Baker only felt refreshed, Andrew Garner had hung up, and although his identity was exposed, it was barely manageable.

After all, Barbara alone knows.

This is good.

It's like Baker thinking that if his list of assassination targets suddenly pops up one day, he'll know who to turn to.

If one day, Baker's true identity is revealed, then Baker will know who to settle accounts with.

Descended the spiral staircase.

The sand sculpture Kodo, who had been hanging from the large chandelier in the living room last night, suddenly raised his noble head and cooed for help at Baker, who was coming down the spiral staircase.

Baker turned a deaf ear.

This sand sculpture is really domesticated wrongly, such a big size, a little girl can't stop it, it's just in vain that he feeds more than eighty catties of beef three times a day.

"Goo (Help, Boss.) ）”

"Shut up."

"Gooo ）”

Baker angrily scolded Kodo, took a sip of the wine in his glass, and then, after a moment of silence, sighed.

Boom.

A red card was drawn out of his hand, and with a snort, then there was a bang, and Kodo fell directly to the floor.

"Goo (it hurts!) ）”

"Shut up and get going."

Baker glanced at the prosthetic eye that had run somewhere in Pittsburgh, threw the information directly to Kodo, and then said angrily: "Keep an eye on it for me, I want to know who has gone and who has come out, if it doesn't work well this time, just pluck the hair and stew the soup." ”

"Goo-"

"Shut up!"

Codo grunted in horror with his neck held high, then shrunk his neck and slipped through the wall, flapping his wings in the direction of Pennsylvania.

Can't do anything well, and still eat?

You're fine if you don't stew.

Baker shook the bourbon glass in his hand, thinking to himself.

Although the arrival of S.H.I.E.L.D. last night was considered a mistake, but if things are messed up, they are messed up.

If there is a mistake, admit it, and stand up when beaten.

This is a matter of basic attitude.

But......

After all, it's your own carving, be stupid, be stupid, as long as you don't get distracted.

Baker's expectations for Kodo have dropped to a freezing point, and if he can't even keep up with the most basic stalks, Baker feels that there is no other way than to stew soup.

Around noon.

Barbara called.

Central Park.

Old place.

When Barbara came, this time she didn't see Baker feeding the pigeons, but saw Baker in a suit sitting on a bench munching on a hamburger.

"Didn't bring it to me?"

"Didn't you eat?"

Baker was silent for a moment, then handed over the half-bitten hamburger in his hand: "Here you go." ”

After all, it was Aegis who cleaned up the mess last night.

Barbara looked disgusted, pushed off the burger in front of her, sat down next to Baker, and removed the sunglasses from her face.

Baker's nose moved: "Changed the perfume?" ”

"It smells good."

"Okay."

“……”

Baker is a straight man when it comes to perfume, he can only smell the fragrance of perfume, and as for the quality of perfume, he doesn't understand it at all.

Barbara took a deep breath inside, "Hey, I'm asking you something." ”

"Just ask."

Barbara opened her mouth, intending to ask Baker if she really chose to kill for her sake, but suddenly came to mind the words of Lady Victoria Hand.

"Men, in addition to the skills of the mouth and the back, they also have another skill."

"Dead ducks have hard mouths."

Barbara thought for a moment, then changed her words: "Last night, you said, what do you already know about the whereabouts of the Sluks?" ”

"Sluk?"

Baker blinked, then looked at Barbara: "That's called the Skrulls, what Sluk, yes, this credit is given to you, I don't think the Council will have a reason to refuse your request for promotion." ”

Baker only wanted to kill, and it didn't matter if the credit was given to Aegis.

In this case, it's not bad to give Barbara, after all, who made Victoria Hand blame him for the reason why Barbara couldn't be promoted.

Baker didn't like what people owed him, and likewise, Baker didn't like what he owed anyone, especially for Barbara.

From the very beginning, everyone was in a transactional relationship.

In the past, the cooperation model was that you came and went, spot cash, never on credit, and at most occasionally it was cash on delivery.

Saying......

When did this trading model change?

Baker thought for a moment, and finally thought of the suit he had given out in the Amazon rainforest.

Really.

These days, gifts for girls can't be given randomly.

Otherwise, there will be a big mess.

Baker sighed, came back to his senses, got up, and looked at Barbara, "Let's go." ”

Barbara frowned: "Where to go?" ”

"SHIELD NEW YORK OPERATIONS OPERATIONS COMMAND CENTER!"

“……”