Chapter 294 Believers are loved
As the black agents left, the restaurant fell into silence.
"Man, it looks like you're in trouble."
Sean broke the silence.
"No, it's not a problem. Those people can't control me."
Steve shook his head and continued, "Can I work with you? Long-term."
"No problem at all."
A young man in the kitchen immediately spoke up, "This is a very good choice. Although Boss Sean is rude, likes to swear, and always hits people, we all know that he is a good boss."
"Because I don't deduct wages? You bastard!"
Sean laughed and cursed, then looked at Steve seriously, "It's okay if you want to work here, but you have to get your identity information and bring it over, and let everyone take a look."
"No problem, I'll do it when I get back."
Steve nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, you are indeed a good boss."
"Shet, Tom, you guy, go and chop up the rest of the steak right now."
Shawn cursed.
He didn't like this numb feeling.
"Oh, boss, Steve has done all the work. I just need to make sure that the beef doesn't go bad in the next two days."
Tom shrugged, looking helpless and in need of a beating.
This guy used to be a drug addict, and then he was so desperate that he almost committed suicide, only to find out that he had a daughter.
That little angel gave him the motivation to live again, but reality does not give an addict a chance just because his conscience finds out and wants to turn back.
It was Sean who saved him and the little girl.
Lunch ended with a burst of laughter.
Amber returned to the checkout counter. There was a recliner behind it. At this time, he would take a nap and enjoy a comfortable afternoon life.
Others also have their own ways to take a break, such as playing Texas Hold'em or going to another restaurant across the street.
Because there was a very hot girl there who was said to have spent some time in the bar before.
Well, such people are always reluctant to cover up their beauty.
"Man, are you going to bed at noon?"
Although Steve has only been here for half a day, he already likes it here. The people around him give him a particularly real feeling.
"Um?"
Amber opened her eyes, with a hint of displeasure at being disturbed, "Steve, not only do you have the same name as the Captain America from decades ago, you even have the same appearance. This makes me wonder if you came from hell. The undead crawling out.
Or maybe time has stopped for you for some reason, such as being frozen in an inconspicuous corner and only recently waking up.
Don't look like you've seen a ghost, that's how it's done in movies. "
"Shit, who the hell are you?"
Steve felt that he had encountered the most supernatural thing since waking up.
"My name is Amber. I was born in Hell's Kitchen and am now an employee here."
Amber looked at him, "It seems that what I just said is right, my friend, you look like a lost lamb now. Everything around you is extremely strange, but you are an old antique that has been eliminated by the times. Such a gap It’s really hard to accept.”
"Well, you are indeed right."
Steve seemed to be opened up and started talking non-stop, "That damn cell phone, damn credit card, damn TV, and damn secret agents, they made me, an antique, feel like I should be eliminated. "
"What a happy story."
Amber smiled slightly, "When I woke up, I found that everyone I cared about before was dead. Even if I was alive, I would be an old man in his eighties or nineties. You should be happy. At least you are still alive and have a young body. , you can enjoy those wonderful things.”
"Shit, what the hell are you talking about."
Steve was a little angry.
"It seems you have regrets,"
Amber didn't take it seriously, "Generally, this kind of situation usually comes from someone else's promise to you, or your promise to others is not fulfilled, and the person who can make you react so much is probably your lover.
What's her name? Still alive?
It would be okay if he died, but he is afraid that he is half dead now, or even becomes Alzheimer's disease. That is really terrible. "
These words completely shocked Steve, and he stood there dumbfounded.
"Damn, are you a wizard?"
"No, I was just guessing. It seems I was right again."
Amber closed her eyes again, "Steve, Steve, if you would call me Mr. Amber and kiss the back of my hand, maybe I can help you."
"Are you joking?"
Steve seemed to have heard a joke,
"It seems that you rejected me. It doesn't matter. The sun will still rise every day, just like your lover who is about to enter the palace of death. The reason why regrets are unforgettable is because they are incomplete. There is nothing wrong with that. .”
Amber no longer wanted to talk, "Please don't affect my rest. After all, a nap is very important to a man's durability."
"Shet."
Steve was so confused that he wanted to turn around and leave, but as soon as he took a step, Peggy's appearance came to mind again. He had never dared to go over and see his former love because he didn't know how he should use it. What kind of attitude should I have to face an aging beauty?
"Mr. Amber!"
Steve felt that he must be crazy to say these four words, and he knelt on the ground, picked up the back of a man's hand and kissed it.
"It seems you really love him."
Amber sat up from the chair and looked at the man kneeling in front of her with a smile on her lips, "Have you heard a sentence?"
"What?"
“He who believes is loved.”
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In front of a private hospital in Brooklyn, Coulson looked at Amber standing next to Steve with a wary expression.
"Why bring a stranger here?"
he asked expressionlessly.
"This is my personal matter and I feel I have the right to make my own decision."
Steve replied stiffly.
"Okay, you're right."
Coulson did not stop him and cleared the way. After the two entered the hospital, he immediately asked someone to check all information about Amber.
On the other side, in the corridor on the third floor of the hospital.
"Ms. Peggy is in this ward. Her mental state is very unstable. I hope you won't disturb her too much."
The female nurse warned as she opened the door.
"Thanks."
When Steve walked in, he saw an old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. Only the facial features and the outline of his face showed his once beautiful style.
"Peggy...Peggy..."
he called softly.
The old man opened his eyes weakly, "Shi... Steve? You... you're not dead?"
Steve's eyes turned red and he turned to look at Amber.
The latter took two steps forward, picked up the old man's left hand, and whispered softly: "She doesn't have much time left, but before you close your eyes, you can complete the things you promised but failed to do before."