Chapter 297 If the needle doesn’t poke, the wrestling needle won’t poke
"Throw her! Throw her!!"
"Hold your head, you idiot! Can you hold your head?"
"Grab her clothes! Grab her clothes!"
Amidst the huge noise, Peter stared dumbfounded at the sexy beauties wrestling with each other in the ring wearing only simple clothes.
Is this the thrill of being an adult?
"Hey, Peter, don't be so unrestrained, you should shout out loud like them!"
Amber stood nearby, looking at the two wrestlers with a very artistic and professional look.
The one with blond hair has a good figure, but his makeup is too heavy, and he must have a lot of freckles. The other wrestler with purple hair is younger and has an average figure, but has a very good appearance.
Of course, these are nothing. The most important thing is that they are really dedicated and don't care about their own situation at all. They only have eyes for their opponents.
"Yes...really?"
Peter felt some difficulty breathing, "Uncle Amber, maybe I'm not suitable here..."
"cut."
Amber glanced at him speechlessly, "Then go and stay outside."
Just as Peter was about to walk out, a burst of violent cheers suddenly broke out around him, and he turned to look at the ring.
emmmm…
Forget it, let’s take another look, since I didn’t pay for it anyway.
after an hour.
The two bought some food from a food cart on the roadside and walked back while eating.
"Peter, you should look at your heart."
Amber taught in an experienced tone: "What's wrong with men being lustful? Don't always look timid. This will make me feel like I've made a loss-making deal."
"Um?"
Peter, who had a bulging mouth, was stunned for a moment, then swallowed the food hard, "Didn't I wait until the end to come out?"
"So? You don't have any other ideas?"
Amber squinted at him.
"Yes, I have."
Peter said excitedly: "I asked before, those wrestlers have a minimum appearance fee of one thousand dollars, and if they win, there will be bonuses.
I feel that with my current ability, I should be able to easily defeat those opponents if I participate in similar competitions. After I get the money, I can buy the new clothes and bags that Jian Xin has been thinking about. "
"Shet! Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"
Amber was too lazy to talk to this kid anymore and walked forward quickly, "Forget it, go and play with that girlfriend of yours, I'll get annoyed just by looking at you."
"Well…"
Peter stood there with an aggrieved face.
He really thinks that his idea is good, and he can make money through his skills, so what's wrong with him?
Looking at the green face reflected on the glass beside him, Peter made a decision.
He's going to a boxing match. Since he hasn't finished his studies yet, maybe he should wear a mask or something.
the other side.
Amber was about to go to the store to take a look when she was suddenly stopped by several men in black suits.
They have the same temperament as Coulson, and even have similar head shapes, making them very easy to identify.
Hiss, it turns out that being an agent will affect your hair volume?
"Amber Alexander, you are suspected of violating national security..."
The leading man in a suit held his ID in one hand and a gun in the other, talking nonstop.
To sum it up, Amber committed the crime and they were responsible for the arrest.
but…
"If you look at my head with those damn eyes again, I swear I will pull out all your hair!"
The man in the suit was stared at a little bit.
"Hiss, so cruel?"
Amber looked away, "Long live Hydra!"
The man in the suit was stunned. He didn't know how to answer the call. A storm started in his head, which put the already tight hair volume even more in danger.
"Ha, just kidding."
Amber smiled slightly, "Now you should call Nick Fury and tell him everything you know."
"Yes! yes!"
The man in the suit took out his cell phone like a puppet on strings and dialed the number of the director's office.
And the men he brought with him all raised their pistols at this moment, shouted "Long live Hydra", and then pulled the trigger in their mouths.
The moment the gunfire rang out, the pedestrians on the street were like frightened beasts, fleeing as fast as they could.
His skillful movements clearly reflect his rich experience.
"Why are you messing with me?"
Amber exhaled softly.
I hope it's not too busy today, otherwise Sean will be whining.
In order to prevent this guy from spitting on him, he decided to speed up and go over to have a look, and then order a super troublesome charcoal-grilled beef tenderloin.
Hey hey hey, the world is big, vacation is the biggest! !
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S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.
Nick Fury stared blankly at the phone in his hand, and for a moment he had the illusion that he was dreaming.
Hydra, which had been eliminated for many years, has resurrected and now accounts for more than 60% of SHIELD's members?
So, he should actually be called Director Nine Heads, not Director SHIELD?
After gently hanging up the phone, Nick Fury adjusted his clothes so that he looked almost as normal as usual, and then walked out of the office.
People are coming and going outside, and many employees are busy.
He stood quietly for a while until Coulson hurried over.
"Nick, the eight agents of Group C committed mass suicide on Twelfth Street in Queens. I suspect that they were controlled by mental powers, and the most likely suspect is the guy named Amber. Shall we Take action?"
"Colson, how long have we known each other?"
Nick Fury did not give an answer, but asked softly.
Colson was stunned for a moment, but still gave his answer, "It should be eighteen years."
"Eighteen years already?"
Nick Fury muttered something, and then seemed to remember the question just now: "What mission did those people go on?"
"I don't have access to it."
Colson spread his hands, but then frowned, "Nick, this joke is not funny."
"I'll handle it."
Nick Fury bit his lip, "I'm going out now. Do you want to come with me?"
"where to?"
Coulson asked.
"We'll talk about this later."
Nick Fury no longer trusts anyone, so he must find a helper who he can trust and has the ability to make a comeback.
For example, the captain has just been transformed from a popsicle and is currently spending his last moments with his girlfriend.
Brooklyn.
A pair of young handsome men and beautiful women are embracing each other by the river.
"Steve, will you forget me?"
Peggy already felt her body starting to weaken, and within a few seconds after asking the question again, her originally rosy face turned pale.
This made Steve, who was immersed in happiness, overwhelmed.
"No, I will never forget you."
"It would be great if you came back by then."
Peggy showed a smile, time was running out, "I really want to hold you all the time..."
"I...damn it, I'm going to find Amber. He will definitely be able to save you. Even if it means selling my soul, I don't want to lose you."
Steve became hysterical.