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"Welcome to Baskin-Robbins, would you like to try our mango smoothie?"

New York, Second Avenue, Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream Store.

"So, this is the guy you're talking about who can help?"

Sitting in the taxi, Colin adjusted the glasses on his face, made a surprised expression, and said to Nick in front of him.

After determining the location of the target, the rebels quickly launched operations.

Howard was responsible for the arrangements for traveling to Peenemünde, while Colin took the initiative to take over the task of working with Nick to find so-called helpers.

"Without a doubt."

In the driver's seat, Nick Fury retracted his gaze from the interior rearview mirror and whispered.

"Trespassing and grand theft, our helper is not as simple as he seems on the surface."

"He does not look simple."

Listening to Nick's description, Colin turned his head and glanced at the ice cream shop, where Scott Lang, who was wearing a pink uniform and had a numb expression, said.

"$28."

At the same time, Nick's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"You really?"

Looking at Nick Fury in the driver's seat with a serious expression on his face, Colin looked a little speechless.

"Discuss the matter."

Accepting Colin's gaze calmly, Nick replied calmly.

"Although I'm on a mission now, it's still part of my job. I can't just take a taxi for nothing."

"We are teammates."

"The most I can do is not charge you a tip."

"You're still going to charge me a tip?!"

It’s not without reason that you lost an eye!

After paying his fare with a helpless expression, Colin opened the door and was about to get out of the car.

"Wait a moment."

Nick, who was in the driver's seat, reached out and threw a miniature earphone to him, and at the same time said: "I want a strawberry-flavored smoothie."

I think your other eye will have problems sooner or later.

Shaking his head and putting the tiny earphones under his ears, Colin took a deep breath and ignored everything that happened in the taxi.

He opened the door and walked towards the ice cream shop.

…

"Welcome to Baskin-Robbins, would you like to try our mango smoothie?"

In the Baskin-Robbins ice cream store, Scott Long, wearing a pink uniform, smiled and said to the customers in front of him.

"No, thanks."

Entering the ice cream shop, Colin glanced at the price list, paused at the strawberry smoothie column, then shook his head and replied.

"Give me a hamburger."

"Well, sorry, sir... we don't sell this..."

After hearing Colin’s order,

The expression on Scott's face behind the service counter was obviously stunned. He turned his head and glanced at the price list behind him, and explained with a troubled face.

"Baiwei rings, hot Baiwei rings, and mustard, if you can, I like yellow mustard."

"This is Mr. Baskin-Robbins, we sell ice cream."

Facing the obviously unreasonable guest in front of him, Scott took a deep breath and tried to make his expression look kind.

"Then just give me something hot from the oven."

"We are an ice cream shop here, sir!" Hearing Colin's repeated unreasonable demands, even Scott, who had tried hard to persuade himself to calm down, was finally unable to maintain a calm attitude. He said as he

He leaned out from behind the counter, approached Colin in front of him, and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "Man, I don't know whether you ran to me for some reason or because you suddenly got hot-headed.

You're here to cause trouble. If you keep pestering me like this, I won't mind punching you in the nose..."

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His eyes swept over the looming words in his eyes. Facing Scott's threat, Colin looked at him with a smile and said.

"Like you were in San Quentin?"

Hearing the name that appeared in Colin's mouth, the expression on Scott's face froze instantly.

He glanced around with an uneasy look and found that no one noticed the situation on his side. Then he lowered his voice and asked Colin in front of him: "How do you know? What is your purpose?

!”

"I have changed my ways and have been doing my job since I came out."

For a person with a criminal record, it is not easy to find a suitable job again. Even though Scott was an electronics expert before he was imprisoned, he can only work in an ice cream shop now.

, this is the result of his efforts to hide his criminal experience.

"Calm down, Scott."

Seeing the increasingly agitated Scott in front of him, Colin had to reach out to calm him down.

"I'm not here to reveal your identity."

Colin's persuasion, or rather the [super power] he exerted on Scott's shoulders, made him quickly calm down.

Scott twisted his shoulders, trying to get rid of Colin's arm on his body, but no matter how hard he used his strength, he couldn't break free at all.

[Super Power], even if it is just a black iron level [Super Power], it is not something that Scott in front of him can resist.

"you?!"

Turning his head to look at the other person's palm on his shoulder, Scott looked back at Colin who was looking relaxed in front of him. The expression on his face was a little surprised but also a little understanding.

"Scott, what happened?"

Inside Baskin-Robbins, my colleague noticed the two people in front of the counter and asked.

"nothing!"

Hearing his colleague's concern, Scott quickly stopped him from stepping forward, turned to him with a forced smile, put his hand on the back of Colin's hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's just

I suddenly met a friend and I didn’t expect him to come here to see me.”

Once his colleagues knew about his past prison experience in San Quentin, the job he had finally found would be ruined. In order to be able to work in an ice cream shop, he spent a lot of effort. Most of the people around him

Scott has already searched most convenience supermarkets and even fast food chains.

As he spoke, Scott did not stop making small movements with his hands, grabbing the back of Colin's hand and trying to pry it off his shoulders.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the palm on his shoulder still didn't move at all.

"I give up……"

Panting and stopping his struggle, Scott waved his palms and said feebly: "I have completely calmed down."

"You can let go."

"you sure?"

"I'm one hundred percent sure."

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.

Regarding this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or people with the potential to become masters.uuReading www.uukanshu.com

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possess the memory of the previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.