Marvel: Saint Seiya Starting with the Reality Stone.

Heidi looked at Mike's serious face, thought for a moment, and then smiled at Mike.

"Okay, I'll consider it. After I finish this case, I'll see. If I'm not too busy, I'll apply for leave."

"Then it's settled."

"Row."

Do you need a hook?

Mike smiled and made a pinky promise with his right hand.

Heidi glanced at Mike's gesture and rolled her eyes at him: "You're twenty-one now, not eight, Mike. Can you stop being so childish?"

Mike laughed, but instead of retracting his right hand, he grabbed the coffee in front of Heidi as he did so, drank it all in one gulp, and before Heidi could react, he got up and ran toward the stairs.

"Alright, you can continue working overtime. I'm going back to my room to sleep."

"you……"

Heidi stared at the empty coffee cup in front of her, then at Mike who had already run upstairs. Her expression kept changing until she finally gave a helpless smile, chuckled to herself a few times, and then looked away, focusing her attention back on the case briefing she had just taken on that morning.

the next day.

early morning.

Mike got dressed and came out of the room. When he went down the stairs to the first floor, Heidi was already sitting at the table having breakfast.

But just as he walked over, Heidi had already stood up from the dining table.

"You're awake? Let's eat. I'm going to the station now."

"Ah."

Mike responded, then looked at Heidi who was hurrying toward the garage and called out to her.

Heidi.

"what happened?"

Heidi, who had already reached the garage door, turned back to look at Mike.

Mike reminded him, "Take a vacation, don't forget."

Heidi smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll rest when I'm done. Okay, I'm leaving now. Remember to tidy up the table."

That's all.

Heidi didn't wait for Mike's reply before pushing open the door and walking into the garage.

A short while later.

The Dodge drove out of the garage and headed toward the FBI office in New York City.

Mike watched the Dodge speeding out of the neighborhood streets, shook his head, looked away, pulled out a chair, sat down, and ate the breakfast Heidi had made.

Then--

Just as he finished breakfast, cleared the table, and was about to go to the backyard to meditate and see if he could accidentally gain a sixth sense, the phone rang.

The call was from the FBI in New York City.

Heidi had an accident.

……

20. Heidi, who was injured!

When Mike drove to the New Amsterdam Hospital, Heidi had already come out of the emergency room.

There are abrasions on the face.

His right arm was immobilized and put in a cast.

Heidi, who was leaning against the hospital bed, listened to the noise, then looked at Mike who was walking in from outside, and greeted him with a smile: "Hi."

Mike didn't respond. Instead, he closed the ward door behind him, walked to the foot of Heidi's bed, looked at Heidi lying on the bed, and finally asked with some puzzlement, "Aren't you an intelligence analyst?"

Yes.

Heidi is indeed an FBI agent, but she's not the kind of field agent who appears most frequently in the movies and needs to go to the scene to arrest criminals all the time.

She's the kind of intelligence analyst in movies who sits in an office, integrates the clues gathered by field agents, and finally provides the analysis results.

Logically speaking, this job should have a very high safety factor.

But Heidi still got injured.

Mike thought about Heidi's job transfer and looked at Heidi on the hospital bed: "Don't tell me you've been transferred to a field agent."

Hearing this, Heidi couldn't help but laugh: "Do you think the FBI's human resources department would agree to my transfer to a field agent?"

Mike thought about it and agreed.

Heidi had neither military experience nor professional combat training. Let alone the FBI, even local police departments probably wouldn't allow someone with no field experience to go on field missions.

"So what's going on?"

"An accident."

Heidi shook her head with a wry smile: "I just came out of the coffee shop, who knew there would be an explosion upstairs. It was an accident."

Mike raised an eyebrow.

"explode?"

"Yes."

Leaning against the bed, Heidi met Mike's gaze and said, "You're having a really bad time."

Mike nodded, first saying "Indeed," then changed the subject, looking at Heidi with a strange expression: "But the FBI office in New York is in Lower Manhattan, so you should be taken to Presbyterian Hospital. But this is New Amster Hospital. No matter what, the ambulance can't just leave the nearest Presbyterian Hospital and take you here."

He discovered the blind spot.

The New Amsterdam Hospital is located in the Kips Bay area, and patients from Lower Manhattan are unlikely to be sent here under any circumstances.

Heidi paused for a moment after hearing Mike's question, then looked at Mike with some surprise: "Wow, how come I never realized your reasoning was so good?"

Mike chuckled, not giving Heidi a chance to change the subject.

"Don't change the subject, Heidi."

I didn't change the subject.

Heidi patted her uninjured left shoulder: "I never said I bought coffee downstairs from the office. The coffee shop I went to is on East 23rd Street."

Mike chuckled: "You came all the way from downtown to Kiples Bay for a cup of coffee?"

Heidi retorted confidently, "It's delicious, why not? Besides, you drank it last night too, so just tell me if it's good or not."

Mike was stunned by what he heard.

He remembered the cup of coffee he had snatched from Heidi's hand when he got home last night.

Mike thought about it seriously.

indeed.

That coffee was really quite good.

Then Mike remembered Heidi when she was little, how she would save up her allowance for a delicious meal and then share it with her.

Ok.

He didn't know about the others, but Heidi had a criminal record; she was the kind of person who would drive from downtown to the Kiples Bay area just to buy a cup of coffee.

After eliminating this blind spot, Mike looked at Heidi on the hospital bed, his expression a mixture of amusement, speechlessness, and helplessness: "How was that coffee shop?"

Heidi shrugged her left shoulder: "What else can happen? It's a complete mess."

Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

"very good."

"what?"

Heidi was slightly taken aback as she looked at Mike, who was cheering for the destruction of the coffee shop.

Mike smiled at Heidi: "That way you won't have to travel so far for this cup of coffee in the future."

Heidi was taken aback.

next second.

She raised her uninjured left hand, extended it from under the covers, and then made a universally accepted gesture directly towards Mike, who was standing at the foot of the bed.

“You’re a cold-blooded guy, Mike.”

“If I were cold-blooded, I wouldn’t have spent half an hour driving here normally; this time it only took me fifteen minutes.”

Mike completely rejected Heidi's accusations against him.

Although he is indeed somewhat cold-blooded.

That's from the perspective of outsiders.

But Heidi wasn't an outsider, nor was she just anyone; she was his family, and his only family in this lifetime.

Only Mike himself knows what the first thought that came to mind was when he received the call from Heidi's office and heard that Heidi had been in an accident and taken to New Amsterdam Hospital.

kill.

The kind of slaughter that leaves no one alive, grinds bones to dust, leaves no chickens or dogs, and even finds earthworms and chops them upright.

Heidi had only said it casually, but after hearing Mike say that he had only taken fifteen minutes to get here, the teasing expression on her face gradually disappeared. She pursed her lips, looked at Mike standing at the foot of the bed, smiled slightly, and said seriously, "Thank you, Mike."

Mike smiled slightly and looked at Heidi: "You're welcome. If something really happens to you, who will cover for me? You're the reason I haven't been able to find a job yet."

Stop spouting that motivational platitude about Westerners kicking their kids out of the house after they turn eighteen to make them independent.

It's important to understand that compared to the mysterious Eastern superpower, the West is a genuine, even undisguised, society based on personal relationships.

Please look into letters of recommendation.

Therefore, in any normal family here, members help each other. It's not like you're an adult and then have nothing to do with me anymore.

Parents are like that.