America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"I'm checking on the plants. The plants in the garden are all rare local plants in New York and need to be carefully cared for," the old priest calmly replied.

"Are you sure?"

Wade sized up the old priest and deduced from the details that he had probably gotten drunk and slept in the garden the night before.

"What a beautiful day! Goodbye." Wade walked quickly away and drove Gwen's car off.

“We didn’t bother you, did we, Father?” Helen asked.

“You don’t have it, but that guy does.” The old priest glanced in the direction Wade had left.

"Are you doing alright?" The old priest walked around to John Wick, a kind smile on his face, but Helen was a little scared by his fierce appearance.

“Nothing is insurmountable,” John replied.

The old priest and John Wick knew each other. When they met, the old priest had retired, but John Wick hadn't; now they are both retired. When John chose to retire, John Wick consulted the old priest extensively on matters related to retirement.

“I have a question,” John said.

"You have a question."

"Then let me ask you this: Is Gabriel Jesus' guardian angel?"

"No." The old priest shook his head slightly.

"This is a common misconception."

“Gabriel has little to do with Jesus and there is no divine connection between them.”

“Gabriel is an archangel created by God, a messenger who stands before God, whose sole mission is to carry out God’s commands and convey God’s revelation.”

“In the Gospel of Luke, Gabriel appears to Zechariah the priest and announces that his old and barren wife Elizabeth will give birth to John the Baptist, whose mission is to prepare the way for Jesus’ coming, to smooth the way in people’s hearts, and to be the prelude to Jesus’ coming into the world.”

“Gabriel was sent by God to Nazareth, where he appeared to Mary and announced that she would conceive through the Holy Spirit and give birth to the Savior Jesus.”

……

……

"Achooooo~~!"

"God bless you."

Thank you!

In the study of Osborne's mansion, Leopold, standing before an ancient painting, sneezed, as if the howling wind from the snow-capped mountains in the painting had rushed out of the painting and blown into his reality.

Norman Osborne plans to renovate this secret room.

Since it's a secret room, the task of decorating it has to be done by them themselves.

Norman Osborne had Leopold and his butler Bernard work with him on the renovations.

Norman and Bernard carried the huge snow mountain painting on a ladder, while Leopold helped them determine its placement from below.

Leopold was highly accomplished in literature and art, and his aesthetic sense far surpassed that of Norman and his butler Bernard.

Norman wanted to set up something secret in the secret room, but his renovation plan made him feel like he had designed a prison cell. Leopold's renovation plan, on the other hand, was perfect, satisfying Norman's need for secrecy while also being aesthetically pleasing.

“Very good, this position is perfect,” Leopold said.

Norman and Bernard hung up the painting of the snow-capped mountains, and Leopold had a vision in which he seemed to see something moving on the snow-capped mountains in the painting.

"It's getting colder, Leo, you need to be careful to keep warm," Norman said to Leopold with concern.

"Thank you for your concern. I probably just inhaled some dust from the ceiling." Leopold rubbed his nose.

"This painting is truly impressive."

Norman stood in front of the painting, and his body shivered involuntarily; the chill of the snow-capped mountains in the painting seemed to permeate the canvas.

“I’ve prepared some hot tea, sir, Mr. Leo. Would you like a cup of hot tea?” the butler, Bernard, said considerately.

“Thank you, Bernard, I need it,” replied the former Duke Leopold, who had the same face as Hugh Jackman.

Chapter 212 Donuts are so delicious

"Are you hiding something from me?"

"Yes."

"Not."

Gwen glanced at Li Qun, then at Peter.

The one who said "yes" was Liqun, and the one who said "no" was Peter.

Hearing two different answers, Gwen came to her own conclusion.

“What is it? Tell me,” Gwen asked Liqun and Peter.

“It’s your car…” Li Qun spoke first, and Peter looked at Li Qun nervously.

"Won't we crash?" Gwen asked.

"No."

"Is there some strange malfunction?" Gwen asked again.

“Someone tried to steal the car last night, so Peter called the police. Wade was with us, and he had a little accident, but thankfully he's still alive and kicking, and there weren't any bullet holes in the car,” Li Qun explained.

“You’ve been threatened by a man with a gun!” Gwen exclaimed in alarm.

"Peter kicked that guy hard, knocking him unconscious on the spot. Wade was shot before Peter retaliated..."

"Anyway, Uncle George might have to clean up our messes at work today," Li Qun said.

"Is everything alright?" Gwen asked with concern.

“Wade and I secretly drove the car away. Will we be mistaken for car thieves?” Li Qun asked.

“As long as no evidence is found at the scene, let’s pretend this never happened,” Gwen said earnestly to Li Qun and Peter.

"Why steal a car? Isn't this your car?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“We didn’t know either, but at the time we were just thinking that we couldn’t leave Gwen’s car with the Queens Precinct officers who were at the scene,” Li Qun said.

“Peter, aren’t you going to say something?” Gwen looked at Peter, who remained silent.

When Peter started talking about what happened last night, his mind became a mess, and he couldn't find a place to begin. Peter felt that a large part of the story couldn't be told in the school cafeteria.

“Look at you, all gloomy…” Gwen said.

“I, Gwen, if you had been here last night, you would know how chaotic it was,” Peter said.

Li Qun glanced at Peter, who was blankly shoveling rice into his mouth.

“I need to call my dad,” Gwen whispered to the others.

“Go to the storeroom, I have the key Stan Lee gave me,” Li Qun said.

"Are you still eating?" Peter asked.

“Of course we’ll eat first and then go, but I’ll need your help to clean up,” Li Qun said to Peter.

“Okay,” Peter nodded.

After a hurried lunch, Li Qun and Gwen walked quickly out of the school cafeteria and headed towards the storage room. After checking that no one was around, they entered the storage room and locked it from the inside.

Gwen took out her phone and called George Stacy.

"Hey Dad, there's been a problem with my car."

“Gwen? I already know that.”

“Someone called me and said that my car is in his possession, and asked me to give him an address so that I can return the car.”

“That man is Wade Wilson, a friend. He’s not a car thief,” Li Qun whispered from the side.

“Dad, that man’s name is Wade Wilson. He’s a friend of ours. He was with Li Qun and Peter last night,” Gwen immediately explained to George Stacy.

"Oh? Is that the name?"

At the Queens Police Department, George Stacy stood in the hallway, with several of his colleagues, fully equipped, waiting beside him for their planned outing.

George Stacy gave a look to his colleagues and led them toward the archives. He was going to look up the file on the bureau's computers.

George Stacy is currently firmly in the position of second-in-command of the Queens Police Department, and he is still relatively young, so he can be promoted to a higher position within the NYPD.

George Stacy: "The bigger your network, the bigger your capabilities."

When George Stacy led her team into the archives, the technical officer was startled. George wrote Wade's name on a sticky note and asked someone to find all of Wade's information for him.

“What does he look like?” George asked Gwen on the other end of the phone.

"A face that makes people want to laugh, a habit of saying things that are hard to understand, and eyes that often look listless..."

Gwen recounted her impressions of Wade, and next to George Stacy, a technical officer sketched out Wade's description, the portrait bearing a striking resemblance.

"Are they really friends?" George Stacy needed Gwen to answer that question again.

“Yes, we’ve been watching street fighting matches together after school lately,” Gwen replied.

In front of the computer, the technical officer retrieved all the information the police station could find about "Wade Wilson," including his social security number, family relationships, email address, and residential address, all displayed on the large CRT computer screen.

By meticulously filtering through known personal information, technical officers precisely located Wade Wilson's file in the vast sea of ​​people in New York.

“It’s okay, I’ll handle everything,” George Stacy told Gwen on the phone.

"Thank you, Dad."

George Stacy hung up the phone, and her colleagues around her laughed.

"Thank you, Dad."

Someone imitated Gwen's voice, and the next moment George punched him on the shoulder with a laugh. Six or seven people crowded in the archives and burst into laughter.

"They do look quite alike."

After Gwen dictated her story, a skilled artist created a hand-drawn sketch. This sketch was compared to the photo in Wade's profile on the computer screen. The eyes were almost identical, and Wade in the photo looked rather dazed.

"He also served in the military and worked in the special forces."

A group of people were gathered around a computer screen, studying Wade.

"This is a photo of his ex-wife. What do you mean? 'Fools are sometimes lucky'?"