Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 124 Another Witch

Life after joining the Victory Commandos didn't seem to have any special changes.

For Peter, the difficulty was nothing more than how to ensure his participation in the training mission of the Scientific and Strategic Defense Agency while taking care of his studies, and his immediate boss Nick did this very easily.

After all, he had a "semi-official" background. With just one phone call, Teacher Goldman and the principal of Zhongcheng Middle School happily approved Peter's vacation every afternoon.

As for Aunt Mei, they used the name of social practice courses to fool the past. The old man was very happy and told Peter to take it seriously.

Not to mention Terry. Although his grades soared very suddenly, after personally going to Teacher Goldman's office to take a few test questions that were issued on the spot, the kind teacher finally could only believe that maybe Terry really I suddenly became enlightened in my studies.

Uncle Martin was very happy to receive the school results notification, and asked Charlot to put 120,000 pocket money and 30,000 living expenses on Terry's card.

Terry also got rid of the previous dilemma of almost being so poor that he spent time in the school cafeteria and the Science, Strategy and Defense Agency cafeteria.

Danny was older than the two of them and was unlikely to continue looking for a school to complete his studies. With the large amount of evidence provided by Turner, he spent about a day or two participating in the court session, and finally got his father's car back with satisfaction. company.

However, because he had no knowledge of business, he had to hire a "semi-official" financial assistant on the recommendation of Nick Fury to help take over and manage the Rand Group's reshuffled business.

"Why is he so cruel to himself?"

But the old boy was still a bit smart. He knew that once he revealed all his secrets, the official force that captured him would probably give him up immediately, so he took advantage of the meal time when the guards were unprepared and cut himself off with a dining knife. half of the tongue.

When Clint was coaching the remaining two people, he accidentally mentioned something about Harold's current situation.

Peter was quite puzzled.

Clint didn't speak, but Terry, who was lying on the table practicing disassembly and assembly of firearms, smiled.

The past few days have been devoted to shooting skills training. Danny practiced bows and arrows, and Peter practiced the use of various firearms. Terry no longer needed to participate in this course, and he even directly started working as Clint's assistant.

Either you just kill me, so you can't get any information, or you can take the part of the information I'm willing to give you and go and eradicate the Hand Club. After I confirm it's safe, where should you send me? Send him to whatever prison he wants.

He knows too many secrets of the Hand, and now that he has lost power, the Hand may not let him go.

This is not because SHIELD overstepped its authority, but because Harold personally pleaded after knowing that there was no hope.

"I can only say that this old boy is really cruel."

Peter turned his head away uncomfortably and began to look down at the bullet in his hand.

Harold was not imprisoned, but was directly imprisoned in a branch base of S.H.I.E.L.D. through a series of secret procedures.

Danny didn't show any emotion about this, he just silently reached out and took out an arrow from the quiver on his back, put on the bow and pulled the string, and with a swish, it hit the bullseye 15 meters away.

"To avoid being used something like veritaserum."

In fact, Terry didn't think much of it at first. Logically speaking, if SHIELD really wanted Harold to reveal some secrets, even if he cut off his own tongue to avoid Veritaserum, it didn't mean there were no other means.

Later, Hei reminded him that Harold was showing his desperation.

After wiping his hand to install the last card slot, Terry slammed the rifle that had been damaged by him on the table and glanced at the time displayed on the electronic wall clock on the wall.

"Oh, today is Thursday, it's time for my psychological counseling class. I'll leave first, and you can continue to practice slowly."

None of them had any special reaction. They just responded without even turning their heads. Terry put his hands in his pockets, with some strange emotions in his eyes, but in the end he said nothing, shook his head and left the underground training ground.

It took dozens of minutes to take a taxi to the psychological clinic in Mayfair. Terry was now familiar with pressing the elevator floors, and then took the elevator alone to the corresponding floor.

The corridor was as empty as ever. Except for the bright light revealed by the open door of the last room, the environment on the entire floor seemed a bit deep.

As he stepped into the door, Terry's eyes widened for a moment.

The interior environment of the entire room has completely broken away from the so-called lean and simple psychological clinic style. The entire room has been replaced with warm-colored lights. The walls, floor, tables, and sofas have all been replaced with a rather classical coating. .

The floor was covered with an animal skin rug of unknown species, and on the table was a white skull that looked like a human head, but was several times smaller.

The desk was filled with magic books that smelled of old. The covers were all mottled, and they looked like old items on a second-hand market stall that had not been cherished by their owners.

However, Mayfair is uncharacteristically not here.

The Terry man was so brave that he walked straight to the dark sofa, reached out and grabbed a headless snake corpse, and when he pulled it and found that it was tougher than he thought, he even brought it to his nose. Take a sniff.

Then Terry's face instantly turned purple.

There was an additional icon in the status bar, indicating that he had been infected by some kind of chronic unknown toxin, which would deduct a little blood from him every second for half an hour.

But - this blood loss speed is not as fast as his recovery speed.

Putting down the snake stem as if nothing had happened, Terry walked around the room with a purple face.

"Strange thing, there are so many magic items, why can't I even see one that can be transformed into a game prop?"

Just when Terry was about to roll up his sleeves and look carefully, a puff of green smoke exploded beside the table.

Mayfair...something seems wrong?
  This time, the crazy woman was not wearing modern OL clothes, but a large dark green robe, holding a lot of strange items in her hands, and her black hair was frizzy on her head.

Mayfair struggled to throw all the pile of things on the table, and then hurriedly knelt down and started to pick up the items that accidentally fell on the floor.

Then she looked at Terry, who was also squatting on the ground and about to turn over the carpet.

"ah!"

Mayfair screamed, jumped up, hit his head on the table, and fell to the ground.

Rubbing her head with tears in her eyes, Mayfair blinked and looked at the uninvited guest under the table who had been staring at her, and then screamed again.

"Yeah! Terry!"

She crawled over on her hands and knees: "You are poisoned, let me help you get rid of the poison!"

A small white hand was about to reach Terry's cheek under the green light, but was held by the other party.

"You're not Mayfair, who are you--?"

(End of this chapter)