Chapter 17: I'll Thank You Tonight
Matthew listened.
Michaela said slowly.
"Last time, didn't you leave New York with your parents?"
"I was sad for a long time, and finally decided to go to the airport to say goodbye to you."
"But you didn't show up that day, and when you saw your parents hurrying to the airport, God, you have no idea how happy I was......"
"Tell the point." Matthew quickly interrupted, for fear that she would say something superfluous.
"Oh, good. Anyway, you didn't show up that day, and then I saw your parents, and of course they saw me and told me to bring you a word. β
One word? Could it be related to genetic drugs?
"What did they say?" Matthew knew the point was coming.
"Tell Matthew that if he wants to look for something, he should go to the attic of the house and look for it, and tell him to be careful not to let Peter touch itββββ which is what he said."
Attic?
Matthew immediately thought that in the plot of "The Amazing Spider-Man", Peter Parker accidentally found the briefcase left by his father, and found the papers related to genetic drugs he researched in it......
Could it be this?
"This must be it!" Matthew was overjoyed.
Finally, I have a clue, as long as I get the genetic medicine, I won't have to worry about not finding the real culprit behind the scenes!
The excited Matthew grabbed Michaela's hand and kissed it, shaking it again and again:
"Thank you, this news is really important to me.
Seeing that Matthew attached so much importance to this news, Michaela was also happy for him, and at the same time, she hypnotized herself in her heart over and over again:
"It's not a kiss just now, it's just an ancient etiquette from Europe, it's not a kiss......"
"But why are you only telling me now, it's been two weeks?" Matthew asked again.
Michaela was stunned when she heard this, and then her willow eyebrows rose up, and her pretty face was full of grievances:
"You're embarrassed to say, if you don't tell me about the move, you won't answer the phone!"
"Phone? So you're MB! β
In the first few days, it seemed that a guy with the note "MB (Michaela Baines)" always called him, and when he saw this note, he thought it was a curse, so naturally he wouldn't answer it.
"Anyway, thank you." Matthew sincerely thanks.
Michaela smiled and stretched comfortably, and with her movements, the clothes that were one size smaller outlined a perfect curve, revealing a piece of white and greasy skin around the waist, and the vest line was faintly visible.
Accentuate a devilish figure.
Fortunately, everyone else is busy with dry racks, otherwise they would have reaped 1000cc nosebleeds.
"You'd better wait until the evening to thank me." Mikara stretched and winked at Matthew mysteriously.
The graceful figure of the beautiful woman is right in front of her, and when you hear such a reverie again, it is really difficult for Matthew not to be crooked.
Afraid that he would become hated for eternity if he made a mistake, Matthew hurriedly raised his hand and compared Γ, refusing:
"You think too much, that kind of thing can't happen! Thank you very much, but no matter what, it won't make me promise it. β
Michaela reacted for two seconds before realizing that Matthew had misunderstood.
"Phew!" She has always been bold, and it is rare to be a little shy once, "Where did you think of going, the tacit understanding we just established?" β
"Is there such a thing between me and you?" Matthew already understood that he was thinking crookedly, and he was also a little embarrassed.
"Negative man!" Michaela scolded, and then scolded: "Stinky rascal! β
What is it like to be scolded by a female hooligan with excellent driving skills in a double sense?
Matthew felt innocent anyway.
"Then tell me, why do you want me to thank you again in the evening?" He asked.
Michaela smiled sheepishly, "Because I'll go with you to your attic in the evening to look for something, and thank me when the time comes." β
"Wait!"
Matthew was unconvinced: "Why do I have to go with you at night?" β
Mikay stretched out his thumb and began counting.
"First, seeing that you are in such a hurry, I will definitely not be able to resist going back to your former home tonight, right?"
Matthew nodded, and Michaela held up a second finger.
"Second, how do you get there? Someone is going to be following you right now, right, it's obviously impossible to take public transportation, and you don't have a car, so you can't let your aunt take you there, right? β
Matthew was still unconvinced: "Then I can't run?" β
It's not angry talk, he can really run.
Michaela tried to convince him, "Run? Even if you could run, would you be able to evade the track? As soon as the drone is released, even if you can run again, you will be blind. β
Matthew felt that it made sense, and thought about his three skills, causal immunity was the most strategic, quantum body could fight and run, and Rorschach mask was unexpected, all of which were strong and easy to use.
But in the area of avoiding tracking, there are indeed some professional mismatches.
"And then there's the third point." Michaela took out a third finger and continued to persuade Matthew, "At present, I am the only one who can evade tracking and carry you safely to your hometown, can you still refuse?" β
"You just say it's not true." Michaela proudly crossed her hands on her hips, especially spirited.
Matthew thought about it, and it was really true.
If what Michaela said is true, then I really have to take her with me.
As a rational person, he decided to betray his original intention of trying to stay away from Michaela as much as possible.
"That'...... I'll thank you so much in the evening! β
"Listen, someone looks like they're coming!" Michaela suddenly grabbed Matthew.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the cafeteria, and it was quickly kicked open.
A group of men in suits and leather shoes rushed in, divided into two rows to the left and right, and stood on either side of the man who kicked the door.
No matter how you look at it, it's a group of agents with a standard template.
Matthew looks, acquaintance!
It turned out that the person who kicked the door was none other than Agent Phil Coulson, the number one horse boy under the boiled egg in S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Stupid doesn't look very professionalββββ," Matthew remembered his brother's description.
I actually leaked him before!
Anyway, it's also a person who has brushed up on his sense of existence by pretending to be dead! Why is the sense of existence still so weak!
Fortunately, as a Level 5 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and in an ivory tower like a school, our Coulson still has a strong sense of presence, and at least as soon as he appears, he attracts a lot of people's attention.
However, there are still more people who are busy fighting, and they don't have time to pay attention to him.
After Phil shouted a few times to no avail, he raised his hand and fired his gun.
Boom!
A gunshot, many times higher than in a shooting game, recoiled in the cafeteria.
The crowd fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked at Coulson.
In the silence, the sound of bullets and bullets flew around, and everyone shrunk their necks, and the sense of unease was particularly strong.
The ricochet was irregular, and after a few catapults, it finally landed at Coulson's feet, so frightened that he jumped back with his head in his hands, and the panicked look completely shattered the force he had created in the field.
The corners of Matthew's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt that Peter, this kid, is really accurate!