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Chapter 5 Hello, open the door to check

"Sir, there is also a problem with Russell's information."

"What's the problem? Jarvis."

"His identity was forged and the forgery was crude."

"That's it?" Tony was surprised.

There are many people who use fake identities, including stowaways, killers, and spies. But what does this have to do with him?

Tony didn't think he and Russell would ever have anything to do with each other.

"Sir, the way he appeared is very similar to Miss Stacey. It's like he appeared out of nowhere, with no trace of his past." Jarvis explained.

"Aren't all those agents like this?" Tony didn't care.

"Okay, Jarvis. Just pay a little attention to this guy and Gwen. There's no need to do anything extra."

He had to accept Gwen's kindness for what happened last night. Checking out Gwen is just a precaution.

Whatever Gwen's identity is and what she wants to do, as long as it's not against Stark Industries, he won't stop her.

Instead, he helps Gwen cover her tracks after discovering that she was just doing vigilante work.

"Okay, sir."

other side.

"Russell, you have been to this street once." Gwen turned to look at Russell in the driver's seat with a surprised expression, "Aren't you a road addict?"

"I was watching to see if anyone was following us." Russell rolled his eyes and explained.

"There was such a big fuss near Stark Industries last night, who knows if anyone else will come looking for us."

Gwen scratched her head, a little confused: "I paid attention to avoiding the cameras when I left last night. How did Mr. Stark find me?"

Russell pointed to the sky: "Stark Industries has many private satellites, and you may be photographed by one of them.

And Tony Stark also has a highly optimized artificial intelligence Jarvis.

Big data + artificial intelligence, comparing the data, it is quite easy to find someone in New York. "

Gwen frowned. Of course she understood how powerful the combination of big data and artificial intelligence was, but was this world so technologically advanced than her original world? It doesn't look like it.

Looking at the surrounding buildings and recalling the various electronic products she had come into contact with in the past three weeks, she felt that the technological levels of the two worlds were similar.

"After driving around for so long, if someone is following you, it's impossible to hide it from us. It seems that only Tony Stark has discovered your true identity now, which is good news." Russell stopped the car.

"Here we go, Smith's Pizza. Let me tell you, even though the decoration here is a bit outdated, the taste is much better than many luxuriously decorated boutiques."

“Smith’s Pizza?!”

"Huh? You know this place, Gwen?"

"Yeah, I know." Gwen nodded, "Some time ago, after I ran out of money, thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Smith who took me in, I worked here as a part-time worker for a while."

Russell looked at Gwen and said in a faint tone: "What a coincidence. When I first came to New York, I had no money, and it was Mr. and Mrs. Smith who took me in."

When did the world become so small?

Russell felt relieved at the thought of attending several philanthropist funerals and only gaining 1 attribute point.

It’s not that the world is too small, but that there are too few good people.

"Hey, Gwen."

A powerful voice came.

Although the owner of the voice is old, the outline of muscles can be vaguely seen under the clothes. He must have been a strong man with eight-pack abs and a face as sharp as a knife when he was young.

"You're back. Did your interview go well today?"

"It went very well, Uncle Smith." Russell answered first and smiled, "I planned to bring Gwen to your place to celebrate, but I didn't expect you two to know each other."

"Oh, it's Russell. Do you know Gwen too?"

"Good afternoon, Grandpa Smith." Gwen responded with a greeting first, and then explained, "Russell is my boss now."

"Huh? Are you Gwen's boss? It's only been a few months, and you've already become the owner of a bookstore? You're doing well." Smith laughed.

"Then we really need to celebrate. You guys sit down first and order whatever you want to eat. I'll treat you today."

"Kobe's pizza is not spicy, and there is a Coca-Cola, thank you Uncle Smith."

"You." Smith shook his head and laughed, "This is the Big Apple, not the City of Angels."

Kobe pizza is a pepperoni pizza.

Kobe is the name of a legendary NBA superstar. At this time (2010), he won two consecutive championships and became famous.

"I'd like a fruit pizza, thank you Grandpa Smith." "Okay, wait a minute."

After a moment, Smith walked out with two plates.

"Russell's yours, Kobe's pizza."

"Gwen yours, fruit pizza."

"Thank you Uncle Smith."

Maybe Russell and Gwen came early, so the flow of people in the store was relatively small.

Coincidences are always more likely to arouse people's curiosity.

Smith, who had a free half-day, sat aside and gossiped about how Russell and Gwen met.

Substitute vampires for gangsters, and Russell recounts roughly how he met Gwen.

"Gwen, you are too careless." Smith's tone was a mixture of reproach and concern.

"Didn't I tell you before? I have a friend whose granddaughter was kidnapped when she went out alone at night a few days ago." As he spoke, Smith's eyes turned red.

"Fortunately, he is fine. He was sent back by a mysterious person last night."

Gwen pretended to be ashamed, lowered her head and murmured softly: "I know I was wrong, Grandpa Smith."

Russell took a look at Gwen and understood why she was fishing on the street last night.

It turned out that she was trying to save Uncle Smith's granddaughter.

As for friends, what friends? Friends made out of nothing!

But this way, it was a bargain for that bastard vampire.

He should be cut into pieces instead of being killed directly with strong ultraviolet light.

Next, Russell comforted the old man and promised to take care of and protect Gwen.

Well, if he encounters danger, he will definitely protect Gwen in front of him.

"Gwen, let's go visit that girl."

"Well? Do you have a solution?" Gwen asked in surprise.

Russell: "."