[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

Chapter 1 Joyce

It was the 240th and seventh day of his escape from the Hydra base.

New York had never been a city for exile, Joyce had always known.It is prosperous and great, and it has survived the baptism of countless aliens and the demolition of the earth's own planet, and it is still alive and strong, and it has given birth to too many superheroes who saved the world.In this kind of place, I don’t know whether it’s luck or the bad luck of eight lifetimes. Maybe there are seven or eight righteous people who know each other and are not very friendly to you in any Starbucks you go to, let alone some villains who don’t have any brains Make trouble on the street, put your face in the carnival of mobile phone flashing lights and ins live homepage, and then your old boss with nine heads and extremely keen sense of smell will break in in the middle of the night, using bombs and bombs without shame The bullet disturbs the lucid dream.

But in general, this has never been a problem for Joyce, after all, so far no one has been able to play wild on him for more than 10 minutes.In fact, he's always had more important things to worry about in this city than a dumb Hydra agent.

Like that fucking roommate of his who's been slutty all the time.

Another example is the timed and fixed point outside the door, and the manual reminder notice that is more fucked than the roommate.

"Joyce Philelaus! If you don't pay the rent within a week I'll have you and your boyfriend stripped and thrown in the street!! I mean it!!!"

The piercing screams of the landlady still seemed to haunt every corner of the air, like a dying stray cat in a trash can in the middle of the night.And before Joyce had time to declare No. 17 that he was just a roommate and not a boyfriend, the other party had already slammed the payment reminder in the face, and slammed the door for him in a considerate way, almost causing the wooden board and the bridge of the nose to slam. An intimate encounter rife with breaks and bruises.

"..."

—so this is the biggest reason he hates New York.

Looking at the dizzying amount owed on the bill, Joyce thought expressionlessly.Sky-high rent, boring utility bills, and all kinds of unexpected and non-accidental daily expenses are enough to empty his wallet at the end of each month for a fugitive without a stable income.

The evil world of capitalism.

Standing on the edge of the workbench, he picked up the empty coffee cup, shook it, and threw it into the already full wastebasket in the corner.Joyce casually touched the table a few times to make sure that he didn't touch any hard, round general equivalents. His face remained unchanged, and he calmly opened the door, looking at the closed apartment 3A opposite.

Basically, Joyce never denied that he lived in a very magical place.On the first day he decided to settle here, he had already figured out all the quirks of the neighbors he would share the apartment with.For example, the drug addict downstairs will get high every few days, and recite half an anthology of Shakespeare's plays in the early morning; the living ghost who lives next door but has never been seen always steals the washing machine he puts in the corridor, He didn't even think about covering up the smell of gunpowder left inside; and the widow living alone opposite him, who was drinking all day long, would never learn to lock the door, let her cat escape through the crack of the door every day, and then hung a A bill, waiting for someone to take it on a whim (or boredom), and help her dig the cat out of some dirty trash can downstairs.

Generally speaking, this reward is very small, at most you can buy the cheapest cup of coffee at Starbucks.So out of respect for the dollar, money is taken from the door, the living ghost will throw the cat in the door for the widow, the drug addict will throw the finished coffee cup in the door, Joyce's asshole roommate will hang the cat on the door .Joyce, on the other hand, combines the best of all three: he throws the cat in and hangs the finished coffee cup on the door.

This time is of course no exception.

Holding his favorite Starbucks in one hand, and the neighbor's cat Alice who ran away from home again in the other.Joyce took a sip of the still hot coffee, feeling the satisfaction of exploding taste buds in his mouth, and didn't mind at all that the furry lump in his right hand had stretched out from the pad, grinding its claws on the back of his hand.

"If you don't want to get caught next time, you should run farther than a block away."

There was no trace of the skin scratched by the cat Alice, but a strange metal friction sound, as if someone was scraping the iron sheet with a sharp object.Joyce glanced at the source of coffee supply for the entire apartment in his hand, and casually put it on his shoulder, leaving a series of itchy wheezing sounds near his ears.

"Listen, I'm not going to let you keep using my arm as a scratching post."

His cheeks turned to one side, avoiding Alice's cold nose.Joyce glanced across the back of his right hand, which was indistinguishable from normal skin, took another sip of coffee, and walked towards the alley leading to the apartment between the two buildings:

"Even for me, repairing a three-dimensional virtual sensor is very expensive. And my rent has not yet been settled, and I don't know where the next cup of coffee is. I can't let you cause additional non-combat losses."

"Meow." Alice replied, slapping her tail.

"No, it's not okay to grind claws on my head, this is real human skin."

Pour sweet coffee with double milk and sugar into his mouth.The afterglow of the setting sun on the horizon staggered out from between the buildings, and quickly disappeared into the oncoming night.The deadline given by the landlord was two days away, and his roommate, who was said to be looking for a job, was still dead.Although Joyce actually never expected the other party to be of any serious use in the current embarrassing situation, he did need someone to help clean up the tools he piled up half of the living room... If they really couldn't hand them over If you need to run away because of the rent, Joyce is sure that it is impossible to resist the pile of things by himself.

Maybe next time they can go find an abandoned safe house, or convert an apartment out of shipping containers, or come up with some other idea of ​​not getting evicted for rent.He also doesn't have to worry about the whole building banging doors at the sound of his charming gadgets.

Or just go directly to Hydra to grab a base.

Thinking so somewhat maliciously.Joyce swallowed his coffee, carelessly dodging Alice the cat's greeting claws, his mind full of thoughts.

Therefore, he was very surprised when he felt an iron pipe hitting his head and face with the sound of wind.The body's instincts reacted more quickly than the brain. When Joyce realized that he raised his right arm reflexively, he had already firmly grasped the damn weapon into his palm, and making a "clang" sound could never be The sound of metal and flesh colliding.

Probably never encountered such a situation.For a few seconds, the air fell into an enigmatic silence.

The man who attacked Joyce was very strong, wearing dark clothes, with a scruffy beard and cloudy eyes, and looked like he was knocked up.Given that no Hydra agent would ever be desperate enough to attack their ex-killer with a ridiculous hose, Joyce is pretty sure he's just been taken very unluckily for someone to rob him in the street on a whim.

so unlucky.

He was referring to these blind fools.

"Quite a special greeting, huh?"

The cat Alice jumped off his shoulder the moment he raised his hand, and slipped into the shadows after spilling the coffee, and it would take a lot of effort to find it again.What's even more irritating is that, thanks to this idiot, Joyce can already feel that the three-dimensional virtual sensor on his arm has started to strike under a sudden heavy blow, making a "sisi" electric sound, turning the original perfect The camouflage was completely destroyed.

Like a disturbed TV screen, Joyce's right hand holding the water pipe turned into a silver metal with a cold light after the phantom like water waves swaying.

"You... who are you!..." He was probably shocked, the man trembled as soon as he uttered his voice.

Oh yo, I just remembered to ask who I am.

Under the terrified eyes of the strong man, he sneered and slowly twisted that ridiculous iron rod.With a little more force, he swung the twist to the side and dared to point the knife at the foot of his accomplice.

Three points into the ground.

The equally burly accomplice went limp on the spot.

If you look at this scene alone, it looks more like Joyce is bullying the two robbers, but this crushing combat power can't calm his anger at all—the cat ran away, and he was still in the garbage dump. Find it again; the sensor is broken, and he has to deduct money from the huge shadow of the rent to repair it; the coffee is spilled, and he can't drink the last sweetest sip, and the next cup of Mocha with this temperature and sweetness is just right Still don't know where it landed.

What's more, the culprit who ruined it all wasn't even Hydra, just two drugged, stupid, brainless robbers.

Fuck muggers.

"If you get the cat back for me now, I can consider giving you a sigh of relief."

Joyce felt that the deal was fair, and the other party even took advantage of it.After all, if his anger is divided into different levels, then these two idiots are enough for him to destroy the corpse without hesitation, and the former killer of Hydra is not always kind enough to show people who annoy him a way out (about Those Hydra agents who were shot down to hell should have a lot to say about this).But the problem here is that Joyce's rare kindness is not felt at all. The robbers who have given him enough face obviously do not intend to accept this perfect peace plan that is good for both parties. Some not-so-sane ways to solve problems.

"Don't...don't think we're really afraid of you!!"

Probably because of the skill that the more annoyed the expression becomes, the calmer it is. I don't think Joyce looks so scary.Mr. Robber, who tried to attack with an iron pipe, winked at his companion, raised his fist, and assumed the posture of wanting to smash to the end.

You should be afraid of me.

Re-aware of the paradox between a comfortable life and maintaining a super deterrent, the former killer classmate who had run away from Hydra for a long time was a little melancholy for a while.But seeing the opponent rushing towards him like a tank, his heart didn't fluctuate at all. He didn't even bother to take out his gun. He just moved his arm, making the metal plate on his right arm make a pleasant calibration sound from top to bottom.

He watched the burly iron pipe roaring and rushing towards him, he was so slow in his eyes that it seemed to be in slow motion, and the corners of his mouth turned down in a lack of interest.

And the next second.Before the man touched the half of Joyce's clothes, he was hit by a huge object that fell from the sky, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and fell unconscious for an instant.

"..."

This is really a scene that no one expected.

"Wow, long time no see, Hani. Are you out looking for cats? Did I hit something just now?"

Given that not all falling objects are so coincidental that they land perfectly on top of your opponent a second before your shot, no one is surprised that it's a humanoid red and black thing.His eyes flicked around, and he precisely fixed on the face of Joyce whose mouth was twitching, and the human-shaped pendant quickly spoke like this.There was dust on the red and black tights, and the voice was a strange pleasure. In the end, he even stretched out his hand as if nothing had happened, and compared the former killer to a perfect Hart very coquettishly.

Joyce's eyelids twitched ominously.

"Your dear roommate is back, sweetheart, do you miss me?"

The man opened his arms, as if to embrace.But a second before he flew over, he was almost stabbed in the face by a knife.

"No." Joyce grimly replied, holding the handle of the knife, "Put your hand back where it belongs, Wade."

Apparently he was often disliked by others, this giant who fell from the sky, Mr. Deadpool, whose scientific name was roommate, didn't take it to heart at all.He knew Joyce too well, he died early in his speech, he was a critically ill patient, he looked like a devil on the outside, but he was like an angel on the inside.Those viciousness and indifference are just to protect themselves, but in fact they are kinder and slender than anyone else, and they need love watering more than anyone else.

Just let your only roommate give you the warmth of life!

So, he resolutely ignored the tip of the knife that was between his eyebrows.Mr. Deadpool, who didn't realize that he was in OOC, twisted his waist, found a comfortable position, and straightened his arms to give Joyce an airtight bear hug.

"I miss you too, honey."

"..."

Then he was stabbed without incident.