Marvel: Saint Seiya Starting with the Reality Stone

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 her lying there, 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, the safety factor for this job is quite high.

But Heidi still got injured.

Mike thought about Heidi's recent 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 chuckle: "Do you think the FBI's human resources department would agree to me becoming 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 unlucky, aren't you?"

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 possibly leave the nearest Presbyterian Hospital and take you here instead."

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 before?"

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

"Don't change the subject, Heidi."

I didn't change the subject.

Heidi relaxed 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 can't I? Besides, you drank some 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 I say? 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 heartless bastard, 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 knew 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, gave a slight smile, 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 only one I have the confidence to look for a job with."

Don't spout 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.

The same applies to siblings.

Moreover, to some extent, Heidi was indeed the source of his confidence in not looking for a job after graduation, because no matter what, Heidi would certainly not sit idly by and watch him become a homeless person on the streets.

Heidi's serious expression as she said thank you crumbled instantly at Mike's words.

She became serious, and Mike started joking again.

Heidi looked at Mike standing at the foot of the bed with a mixture of anger and amusement: "I was wrong. You're not cold-blooded. You're just immature."

Mike smiled broadly, one hand in his pocket, tilting his head to look at Heidi on the bed: "Don't think that just because you say that I'll go out and find a job. I've already decided that I'm going to live off you for the rest of my life."

Without the slightest hesitation, Heidi raised her left middle finger high towards Mike.

Let your actions speak for themselves.

Mike laughed.

Just then, there was a knock on the ward door.

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