Barbara followed Baker's voice and looked around, a thin layer of white powder on the floor.

"Did you see it?"

"Hmm!"

"What is written?"

"I didn't finish reading it."

"Why?"

"A bunch of nonsense, meaningless, why did she think this would make me believe that she was really dead?"

"Not dead?"

A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Baker's mouth: "If Josie really wanted to die, then, she wouldn't have given up Serra for her own life at that time." ”

Barbara raised an eyebrow.

This point, no matter how Josie washes it, can't be washed away, if she really has the courage to commit suicide, then, she won't choose to give up Serra and give herself a life.

At that time, there was no thought of death in the case of Serra, why did he dare to commit suicide after leaving the last safety guarantee?

How is this possible?

Barbara shook her head and looked at Baker with some curiosity: "You only arrived in New York an hour and a half ago, how did you find this place so quickly?" ”

"In Manhattan, here, there are no secrets for me!"

One real eye a month, twelve months a year, a total of eight years and two months, adding up to ninety-eight real eyes and countless false eyes are distributed in all corners of Manhattan in a very regular layout to ensure that there are no dead ends.

Anyone who is identified by Baker, or who has murderous intentions towards Baker, will be captured once they enter Manhattan.

Barbara pursed her lips and didn't say anything about it, just said lightly, "Then where did Josie go?" ”

Baker shook his head.

Barbara smiled this time: "Didn't you say that Manhattan has no secrets for you?" ”

Baker's face was expressionless: "Your heirloom sword can track and have an innate restraint effect on the soul, but I don't have it." ”

No way.

Tomorrow I will go and turn my profession around, and melee combat will only suffer more and more in the days to come.

Barbara smiled, listening to the tone of Baker's words, the corners of her mouth arced slightly: "Are you jealous?" ”

Baker glanced at Barbara, then turned and walked outside, "Actually, that's fine. ”

Barbara frowned, looked at Baker's back as he turned to leave, and said, "Okay what?" ”

"After taking off this skin, my knife will not have the question of whether it can be cut down!"

Baker said lightly, under Barbara's gaze, he passed directly through the wall and disappeared without a trace.

Barbara opened her mouth, turned her head to look at Josie covered with a sheet, seemed to think of something, shook her head and dialed the phone, asking the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were on standby downstairs to come up and clean up the place.

At this moment, Baker really felt that Josie, a woman, was not a bad person, but only because she was stupid.

Until now, Josie didn't seem to figure out the root cause of Baker's failure to swing the knife.

Now?

She was stupid enough to discard this last barrier.

Josie Michael is dead.

So......

You reappear with a different person, can you still expect Baker's knife not to swing down?

Do you really think that Baker's current reputation is spoken?

Even I can't guarantee now that if one day I do the same stupid thing as you, his knife will not be dulled.

Wretched.

Stupidity!

Barbara shook her head a little speechlessly.

She had returned to New York three days earlier, when the city was underneath, and the 820 apartment building was almost full of eyeliner from all the forces of the dark world, and those eyeliners were like industrious bees that were constantly collecting any information about Baker Morton.

But three days later?

Just now, when Barbara was in the 820 apartment building, the dense eyeliner everywhere disappeared without a trace, as if it never existed.

Even when Barbara first arrived at the 820 apartment, she could see several seemingly ill-informed eyeliners disassembling the cameras that had been installed in various corners not long ago.

In a flash.

Not to mention the turbulent undercurrent, at the moment when Baker's plane arrived in New York, the entire dark world of New York seemed to dare not breathe, for fear of being targeted by that peerless killing god.

So......

Josie Michael was stupid, stupid and pitiful, and then he was bad because he was stupid and pathetic.

But......

The corners of Barbara's mouth curled slightly, if Josie Michael was not stupid, there was no doubt that she had dug a hole for herself by letting Baker return to Chicago.

"Thank you!"

Barbara turned her head to look at Josie Michael, who was draped in sheets on the bed, and thanked her from the bottom of her heart.

Josie Michael is dead.

Then there will never be a second first love to ruin the relationship between her and Baker.

This is good.

In the evening.

The beef restaurant next door to the apartment building at 820 Fifth Avenue.

Baker did the same as he said in the afternoon, inviting his downstairs neighbor Richard and Alexis, who has helped take care of Codo these days, to have a big dinner, and at the same time to give his two sisters a clean meal.

on the dining table.

Barbara takes on the role of hostess and takes care of Erin and Nova.

Nova would stay in New York for a week or so, and then a week later she would follow Barbara to Washington to report on her operations with Director Maria Hill.

Late at night.

Baker was lying on a deck chair on the terrace, as he had done at home, with a bourbon in his hand and staring at the stars hanging in the sky.

The stars twinkle and twinkle.

Baker had little interest in astronomy, as he believed that when the time came, he would be able to go for a spacewalk.

So it's useless to learn it, because astronomy on Earth is a big joke for the Marvel Universe.

Earthlings call the earth the earth.

But the Earth, called Tra in the eyes of the cosmic man, is a planet hanging in the poorest rural area of the universe.

"What's going on?"

“……”

Baker looked back at Barbara, who was wearing a pajama behind him, with smooth blonde hair falling down, and leaning on the side with her arms folded, and smiled and said, "I like to sleep on the terrace!" ”

When he was home alone, Baker slept on the patio because he felt that the master bedroom was too big, empty and unpopular.

Now?

Barbara gave Baker a roll of the eyes: "Honestly. ”

Baker shrugged: "Okay, you snore!" ”

Barbara: "......"

Are you snoring?

Snore?

Call?

Barbara's eyes shrunk, and she turned and stepped on her slippers and walked towards the spiral staircase: "Then you can sleep here tonight." ”

Baker smiled, turned his head to look at Barbara, who was walking towards the spiral staircase in a bit of a rage, and said, "Good night! ”

Barbara paused: "Good night!" ”

After speaking.

Barbara staggered away to the side of the spiral staircase.

Baker came back to his senses and looked up again.

The next second.

Baker blinked as he looked at the sparks that burst out not far from him.

What's the situation?

……