The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

"Huh? Madam, maybe you're speeding now? The strong push back made Lance hurriedly remind.

"Don't worry about it!" Falsworth snorted coldly, not caring about his feelings in the slightest, and increased the speed of the car again.

Lance, who glanced at her, didn't bother to continue talking, saying more mistakes, and simply closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

The Chevrolet sped for twenty minutes and stopped with a sharp brake two kilometers away from his house.

Lance, who almost hit the windshield, was woken up and rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Have you arrived?" Thank you and goodbye. Lance, who was confused, wanted to open the door and get out of the car, but found that Falsworth actually locked the door.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Lance looked back at her with some confusion.

"That cat of yours... What's going on? Falsworth stared at him with blue eyes.

Well? Tom? Spreading his hands, Lance felt that there was really nothing to explain about this matter.

"Oh, you said Tom, Tom is just an ordinary pet cat."

"You lied to a three-year-old? Where can an ordinary pet hit someone? I've seen everything about yesterday, this is definitely not an ordinary cat, is it an alien creature? Lance

, who was a little bored, couldn't stand her nagging inquiries, and he was not a prisoner.

"So what? Does this have anything to do with you? Lance scolded her angrily.

"We are S.H.I.E.L.D.! Of course, there is an obligation to investigate the cause of this matter!

"A nation that preaches freedom everywhere has publicly rewarded the people of the land who have helped them."

"At the time of Columbus' discovery of the New World, there were about 10 million Indians in the United States, but by the end of the 19th century, there were fewer than 250,000 Indians left in the United States."

"You don't care about the extermination of the population."

"You don't care about all kinds of wars of aggression."

"Constant questioning of me just because a cat would pick up a shovel and hit someone?"

"Well, Ms. Falsworth, I tell you, you'd better pray that S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't provoke me, I'm willing to cooperate, I'm not willing to cooperate, in short, something that offends my bottom line..." Lance's tone was a little grim, and he stared at her with murderous eyes and did not continue.

The two men looked at each other in this silence.

"Of course, if you're my slave, I don't mind telling you." Lance suddenly changed his style, looking Farsworth up and down with narrowed eyes, and smashed his mouth from time to time.

Falsworth, who was originally a little heavy and couldn't insist on looking at each other, was a little caught off guard when he saw this inexplicable change in him, and she almost couldn't help but bite his neck!

After taking two deep breaths, his chest suddenly rose and fell violently: "You - get off for me!" "

Get off and get off! Who is afraid of whom! Lance hummed a ditty and opened the car door and jumped.

As soon as he stood firm, Falsworth slammed on the gas pedal and rushed out, not waiting for him to close the door.

Lance only felt a gust of wind whistling in his ears, and the next moment, Chevrolet completely disappeared from view.

"Harm... Is she really a female tyrannosaurus? Lance muttered a little depressed, then patted the dust on his body and turned to walk towards the house.

Lance, who had been indulging all night, was quite proud of the spring breeze at the moment, humming a little ditty and walking leisurely to the door.

Before he entered the door, he was dismounted.

Max stood in the doorway and glared at Lance with his hands crossed: "You still know to come back?"

Looking at Max's expression, Langston felt a little weak, and quickly smiled as if fawning: "Hehe, dear Max, how did you sleep last night?"

"You still dare to ask? I was worried about you all night! As a result, you came back and even changed your clothes!? Max was furious.

She was scared and didn't rest almost all night, afraid that Lance would have some accident, and these days of life were the happiest days she felt she could remember.

As soon as dawn came, he sat at the door waiting for him, and as a result, Lance, who had not returned all night, not only changed his clothes, but also carried a strange scent on his body....

Lance hurriedly raised his hands in surrender: "Don't be excited, didn't I come back well?" It's not because the enemy is too difficult that

I..." Max gave him a blank look and made an expression that you think I would believe: "Okay, I don't want to listen to your quibbles, but just come back, I'm really worried about what accidents will happen to you..."

Hearing Max's words, Lance smiled, and was just about to reach out and touch her head, but she dodged it and ran to the second floor to bring a simple breakfast and put it in the living room.

"What about Tom? Why didn't you see it? Lance asked as he ate breakfast.

"I don't know, it didn't come back all night." There was also some puffy Max sitting in the distance to answer.

It didn't come back either? Lance frowned slightly, where did this little thing run away last night, it won't be taken away, right?

It is impossible, with its special physique, it can run away if it is caught and sliced.

Moving to a new home has not yet been listed, and today I have to find a place to make a plaque and hang the signboard of Everything House.

Lance, who finally began to work seriously, also forgot the embarrassment just now.

Half an hour later, Tom walked in with trembling limbs, looking weak.

Lance, who noticed the movement, looked up and was suddenly a little surprised: "How did you achieve this virtue?" Which dog should you beat up, right? Tom

looked at him and didn't speak, lying on the couch and pretending to be dead, looking rather tired.

"What's going on with you? Is there really someone who bullied you? Tom glared at him angrily.

[How?] Can you find a two-legged beast to, and I can't play with it?

Uh-huh...

Well, it seems that Tom also went looking for his little white cat last night, no wonder he looked weak when he came back this morning.

Lance pouted and said, "Look at your appearance is hollowed out? Tom

, who was instantly fried, raised his paw and gestured a middle finger to Lance.

[Bah! I'm the great Elvis! How can it be hollowed out by a cat?

Just as Lance was about to say something, Max, who heard the movement, came down from upstairs, and when he saw Tom, he came down in surprise and hugged it and rubbed it: "You are finally back, I thought you were fooling around outside like your hateful master." Lance

and Tom, who heard this, looked at each other and kept silent at the same time.