The LoL System in Marvel

The moon tonight is very soft, and the light of the moon shines on the cabin, and with the surrounding fences and lawns, the whole scenery has a taste of Alice in Wonderland.

A small wooden house was still lit. Hanke arranged something in the restaurant on the first floor, and a long chain of lights was pulled around it, extending from the outside to the side of the restaurant.

The light in the restaurant is a bit dim, there is a bottle of red wine on the table, and under the bar behind, there are piles of various kinds of wine,

There are red wine, white wine, whiskey, Chivas Regal...

Although the method he used to mock Wade was very low, many facts will tell us that sometimes the lower the method, the greater the probability of success.

After arranging the knives, forks and dinner plates, Hank sat on the sofa next to him expectantly.

There is a clock on the wall opposite him, and the ticking seconds on it are like his current inner mood,

a little commotion,

Kind of looking forward to it.

The relationship between him and Hill has reached a very delicate stage,

The only thing missing is a dinner,

A chance to confide in each other's hearts.

In fact, he had planned once before, but after he bought the things, he came back and found that the site he chose seemed to have been plowed by oxen, full of potholes, and debris everywhere.

This kind of environment is only suitable for field battles, not for confession at all, so Hank can only regretfully choose to give up.

And this time,

He deliberately drove out Wade who wanted to stay by the side to watch the game in advance, and even drove the two cats that behaved strangely all day long into the woods outside.

After making sure that troublesome characters such as Ryan, Banner, Skye, and Wade will not appear here, he finally realized his inner thoughts.

There were two steaks that were defrosting on the chopping board, and it would take an hour or two for Hill to come back. He had to grasp the timing, otherwise it would ruin the atmosphere when he came back to face a table of cold meals.

"Om..."

The phone suddenly vibrated, and before the subsequent ringtone rang, Hank had already connected the call.

"Hi, is it almost there?"

This is actually nonsense,

After all, anyone who has been an agent knows that their calculation of time has been extremely accurate. When it comes to time, the error in the middle should not exceed five minutes.

But on a night like this,

Reason doesn't seem to apply.

"Well, something happened here suddenly, a group of terrorists appeared at Banana Port,

It needs to be dealt with temporarily. "

Hill on the other end of the phone said something, then hung up the phone without explaining much.

"Tsk..."

Hearing the "beep" echoing in his ears, Hank curled his lips helplessly,

"Fine."

Put your phone on the couch,

Looking at the moonlight outside,

Suddenly, I felt that such a night should not be wasted like this.

night,

It is easy to make people feel a little bit more, so many people choose to confess their love after dark.

But correspondingly, these people have ignored a problem,

That is how they should deal with the flood of sorrow after they failed to confess their love.

Take a bottle of wine from behind the bar,

Hank walked to the recliner outside by himself, he is not very angry now, because he can understand Hill, in their business, most of the time he can't help himself,

But understanding is understanding, but there seems to be a fire in the heart, especially in the dry season of autumn, this fire seems to be more likely to burn into people's brains.

"Gulu Gulu..."

The moonlight shone on Hank, making his drinking movements look a bit chic, and at the same time, there was a trace of sadness revealed in the chic.

this is the west,

When the people here are drinking under the moon, they don’t have any feelings and temperament in their hearts to raise a glass to invite the moon, and drink into three people.

When the liquid was drawn down his throat, there was only one thought in Hank's mind, and that was - drink it up!

Alcohol is like the most wonderful thing in the world, paralyzing the nerves of everyone who needs to escape reality.

Hank's drinking capacity is actually not very good. In fact, all agents should not be able to drink very well.

Because in their long careers, alcohol is absolutely forbidden for them, especially in a well-regulated institution like S.H.I.E.L.D., occasional mission entertainment is still okay,

But if alcoholism occurs to you, then what awaits you is a series of punishments.

Although Hank is apparently unruly,

But deep down,

He's also a man of the rules.

It's like many people are actually laughing and laughing on the surface, but they are pessimistic and fragile inside,

People are always used to emphasizing what they lack,

I am always used to being indifferent to what I really value.

This kind of contradiction exists in everyone, even Loki of Asgard, the "god" who has broken away from the human category from a biological point of view, is no exception.

"Om..."

The cell phone that was left on the sofa rang again.

It's just that Hank, who was immersed in the world of alcohol, obviously didn't hear it until he drank a bottle of wine in one breath.

"Crack..."

The glass wine bottle was smashed on the ground next to it, Hank wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth, and after belching,

Turned around and went back behind the bar of the cabin,

this time,

He just picked up a whole box.

"Om..."

The phone rang again,

Hank seemed to sense something when passing by,

He turned his head and glanced at the incoming call notification on the phone.

The expected name did not appear on it, Hank squinted his eyes, seemed to hesitate for a while, and finally did not choose to get the phone,

Instead, he staggered and walked towards the yard.

Such a rare night,

He wants to taste it alone.

"Gulu... Gulu..."

"Grrrrrrrrrrr..."

Hank, who was drinking with his head on his back, suddenly stopped swallowing, and put down the bottle in his hand a little slowly. Although he was a little unconscious, it didn't mean that he heard the sound outside.

On the lawn not far from him,

A few bottles of wine were scattered on the ground,

From the box near him all the way to the woods.

A trace of doubt floated in my head,

This is the place where I messed up,

Or is something else loose,

besides,

What happened to the voice that sounded at the same time as his drinking just now?

Hank stood up on the stool,

Walking towards the woods with the pace reserved for drunks.

There are no wild animals in this whole area, especially after the two strange cats came, they marked the forest into their territory like a slicing.

It's just that when Hank walks in,

Suddenly he saw a creature he had never seen before with its head buried in a vat of beer.

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