Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 135 Who is unlucky?

Charlot handed the paper documents forward, as if he wanted to open them.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

Terry pushed the document away, picked up the rock sugar persimmon and took a bite, then looked at everyone blankly.

"What big news happened today?"

Peter shook his head repeatedly.

Danny spread his hands and said that he had been too busy recently and just didn't have time to pay attention. Flash looked at Terry with a rather complicated look: "We young people generally don't pay much attention to things like the news."

But Stephen and Steve had extra reactions.

Stephen relies on his superb surgical skills to mix in the upper class society of New York City. Of course, it is impossible for Stephen to not care about the news at all. He is concerned about some major events.

"I remember, there seemed to be a public lecture today where Mr. President awarded medals to the top ten selected new entrepreneurs - which is actually an investment in the future. These ten people are usually pre-determined early and are favored by partisan forces. The new blood of the party is also the financial supplier of the future party.”

"I'll watch the replay myself!"

Are the forces behind this guy actually relying on partisan interests?
  Under this hierarchical exchange of interests, and with the strong support of the party, these ten people are almost destined to be part of the future giant group of American capital forces.

After adjusting to the corresponding channel, the playback at this time just connected with the second half of the blessing video recorded by Martin.

Terry hurriedly found the remote control from the gap in the sofa, and turned on the TV that he had never turned on since moving in.

The president smiled broadly in the face of countless flashing exposure lights and personally awarded a medal of freedom, representing an honorable citizen, to a middle-aged Chinese man in a white suit.

Peter and Danny were giving Terry their sincere blessings. Steve had already watched the news, so he looked normal.

"and many more!"

Stephen only felt that his throat was a little dry, so he took a sip of fruit wine and looked at the others.

He had not heard that there were Chinese entrepreneurs among the ten pre-selected lists. He remembered the rumors that the ten people were of pure white descent.

But Steve raised his hand directly and looked at everyone helplessly: "Don't you care about the news now?"

"I watched the show directly in the morning, but I didn't expect such a complicated level as what Dr. Strange said."

Terry stuffed the remaining rock sugar persimmons into his mouth and stopped Steve from talking.

Then Steve looked at Terry.

Stephen touched his chin, and then glanced at Terry in shock.

Then, Martin Lee, as a Chinese-American, gave a speech of thanks on behalf of nine other white entrepreneurs.

Stephen shut up in time and did not say the second half of the sentence.

Both of them had serious eyes.

"But I haven't heard -"

Finally Stephen and Clint's eyes met.

Everyone present fell into silence for a moment, and then the atmosphere became lively again.

"Your uncle is..."

The young people have no feeling that they can understand, after all, what they are exposed to now is still the same thing in school.

It's understandable that Steve didn't react. After all, it took some time for him to accept just seeing black people on the streets after his resurrection.

After Steve got used to this phenomenon, he couldn't remember what this scene on TV represented.

But Stephen and Clint, they were different.

They know very well how absurd it is for this country to see such a scene.

After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, they stood up and changed positions with understanding, and began to clink the bottles in a pretentious manner.

Stephen sighed: "Isn't this society progressing so fast? The prejudices I could see everywhere yesterday have disappeared without a trace today?"

Clint was a little entangled, but unfortunately the only person at the scene who could effectively negotiate on this topic was Stephen. What's more, Nick said that there is a 99% chance that the person who can show up at the party tonight is actually not ordinary.

Maybe we will form a team again in the future.

"There are more complex issues involved, but it's best not to raise the issue at this time."

"Are you sure you won't hurt Terry in the future?"

Stephen asked subconsciously, and then he began to shake his head.

"Forget it, don't tell me, I can't do anything, but - you have an official background, right?"

Clint hummed in surprise.

"I have dealt with too many people, including the military, officials, politicians, and wealthy businessmen. People from different groups have different temperaments and different medical needs. I suggest you see a private doctor when. There are old injuries on your shoulders and side waist, as well as some marks caused by your professional training, which are very conspicuous to me. "

"What the hell, is your codename Holmes?"

"Maybe I will be in another world."

"Tsk, don't talk about this anymore, we will take care of it."

Clint stood up, raised the bottle and gave a final signal: "It's just a party tonight. I'm a little hungry. Do you smell the aroma on the table?"

Stephen also stood up, and even raised the bottle directly towards Terry: "You have a good eye for choosing restaurants, 'Excellent Pastry House', I have been to this Chinese restaurant."

"Wow, let's start dinner. Everyone must be hungry at this point."

Terry took the document from Charlotte's hand and looked through it, then closed it again.

"This Chinese restaurant is not particularly authentic, but the locally modified taste has won my heart. Come on, Peter, feed your mouth that can eat anything today."

"Hey! I have a unique sense of taste! So I reject your insulting statement."

Peter was quite dissatisfied with Terry's offense.

But ten minutes later, Peter was sitting at the dining table, covering his mouth and starting to cry for help because he accidentally bit his tongue while eating too fast.

It's just that Terry didn't prepare a medicine box at home.

Charlot was about to stand up, but Stephen, who finally got into the atmosphere, stood up first and walked to Peter.

"Open your mouth and let me see. Damn it, did you bite so hard?!"

Then Stephen walked straight to the door and said that there was a pharmacy nearby and he knew what medicine was good.

But when Stephen opened the door, a gun was put to his head.

A man with stubble on his face and sunken eyes stared at his bloodshot pupils. He put a gun against Stephen's head, forcing him to raise his hands and step back step by step.

This scene shocked everyone at the dinner table.

"Damn it! I didn't expect that there is an invisible wealthy family hiding in this shabby street!"

Behind the man was a black accomplice, also carrying a pistol and with a murderous look on his face.

"Don't eat you sour radishes. It's not fair at all. When we were braving the freezing cold on the street with nowhere to go, you actually held a party and ordered such delicious takeout!"

The black accomplices uttered black curse words, and FK and Damn flew around.

"Unfortunately, our brothers happen to be short of money recently, so let's cooperate, get off the dining table, and hand over all the valuable things in the house! Then - damn, let me take a bite first!"

Peter bit his tongue, and it was obvious that he wanted to say something, but the wound caused severe pain when he opened his mouth, and he had a desperate expression on his face.

Danny helped Peter finish the complaint.

"Is this really a random incident? You randomly picked a house to rob and picked us?"

Ah ~
  Peter looked comfortable.

(End of this chapter)