It's none of my business. I'm just a lunch box seller.

Little James was not unhappy about this at all, but liked the new name "Dalmatian" very much. So Dalmatian became Little James' nickname.

Today, under the leadership of Elder Maxson, the Eastern Brotherhood has "returned to its original fundamentalism" in its principles, norms, and creeds. And with the UNSC's words and deeds, as well as the assistance of a full set of propaganda materials, the Eastern Brotherhood has perfectly integrated Elder Leon's ideals with "fundamentalism" in a short period of time.

Today, the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel has achieved unprecedented unity in its fundamental purpose, action program, long-term goals and short-term tasks. Especially after the appearance of the "Denver Commemorative Coin", the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel is more united and stronger than any period in history.

This time, the delegation led by Little James Dalmatian is planning to take the "airship" to New Chang'an on the other side of the ocean, and on behalf of the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel, continue the armistice negotiations with New Chang'an that have been shelved for more than 200 years.

But today is Thursday, and Boss Cheng can't put down his business and drive a battleship to send UNSC staff and scientists, as well as the visiting group of the Brotherhood of Steel to the new Chang'an on the other side. The only way is to ask Sweet Cheese to drive a small battleship to send them there.

In fact, Sweet Cheese has been the "special car driver" more than once. Since late October, Sweet Cheese has been the "driver" for UNSC when they go to New Chang'an or other underground cities.

What Boss Cheng needs to do for Sweet Cheese is to go to the "Cat House" to clean up the cat poop every 6 hours, and always make sure there is enough cat food in the cat trough. Also, make sure the cats don't fight when they play together.

Sounds easy, right?

In fact, it’s very troublesome!

Especially when it comes to shoveling cat poop, if Boss Cheng is not careful, he may step on the poop thrown out of the giant litter pool by the cat.

Then wherever you go, it stinks...

really!

When the visiting warship officially departed at 7pm, Boss Cheng had just finished his work in the store when he turned around and stepped on cat poop in the "Cat House". However, after stepping on it many times, naturally...

Forget it, Boss Cheng still thinks it stinks.

However, he was quite open-minded. While cleaning up the cat poop, he kept muttering to himself: "If you step on cat poop, you will have good luck. Maybe you will encounter something good in a while..."

suddenly!

"Boom!"

【Beep! 】

[Risk level: 4.5]

【From Manhattan, New York, the suicide attack has been successfully prevented. 】

Boss Cheng jumped back to the hotel with cat poop on the soles of his shoes that he had not had time to wipe off.

It was almost 9 o'clock, and Brother Biao, who was cleaning, had been frightened to the ground by the sudden explosion. Even the usually calm Denise was shocked.

Boss Cheng looked out through the glass door toward the Central Park and found that all the trees within 20 meters of the explosion point were blown down. A shallow pit about 30 centimeters deep was left in the center of the explosion. But the problem was that the pit was not caused by the explosion, but by the extremely high temperature.

At this time, Denisa, who had recovered from her shock, told Boss Cheng: "Just now a man walked into the store and asked if you were there. But before I could answer, Brother Biao and I saw that the man's face, neck and hands were glowing. Then, the man exploded outside the store."

"Were you the one who kicked the man who was trying to perform a suicide attack out of the store?" asked Boss Cheng.

"No!" Denisa pointed at Brother Biao, "It was Brother Biao. Brother Biao knocked him out."

0217 The villain’s reputation is trustworthy

Fortunately, the explosion occurred when no one was in Central Park, so although the explosion affected a large area, nothing else was affected except trees, benches, trash cans and cobblestone roads.

Then, the NYPD surrounded and blocked the scene near the explosion, and then FBI agents began to investigate the scene and interview witnesses.

"Did the guy who launched the suicide attack say anything before he blew himself up? Can you describe in detail the scene before the explosion?" asked the FBI agent in charge of investigating the bombing.

"Okay." Denise told the other party: "After he entered the store, he first asked us if we were still open for business, and then asked if our boss was there. I told him that if he wanted to find the boss, he would have to wait a while. Then we found that this person began to glow, as if he was about to spontaneously combust."

"Anything else?" the agent asked again.

"Yes, when he was struggling in pain, he seemed to shout something like Haier Hi Te Le."

"Heil Hitler?"

Denise said it was about the same, and added: "His voice was very hoarse, and I couldn't hear too many details."

The FBI then requested surveillance footage from before the suicide attack. The footage showed the attack process and the attacker's unclear shouting of "Heil Hitler", which also matched the testimonies of Denise and Biaoge.

"Do you have Gypsy or Jewish ancestry?" the FBI agent asked puzzledly.

Denise shook her head and told the agent: "I am from the Uzumaki clan."

"I am Chinese." Brother Biao replied.

The investigation ended there, and the suicide attack was classified as a "lone wolf KB attack." But even the FBI could not give a reasonable explanation as to why he targeted a Chinese restaurant.

As for the identity of the lone wolf attacker…

"Don't read any more. The information in the newspapers and news is all fake." Nick, who was sitting at the table eating fried chicken legs and orange sauce pot-wrapped pork, told the boss and Denise: "The attacker's true identity has been covered up and replaced. Even we don't know who this person is."

Boss Cheng smiled and asked, "Even the powerful SHIELD can't do it?"

"Whatever you say." Nick rolled his eyes and continued eating his fried chicken and drinking his soda.

"But..." Nick put the cleaned chicken bones back on the plate and asked Denise, "There's something I need to confirm with you. Was it Heil Hitler or Heil Hydra that you heard a few days ago?"

Denise recalled it and replied, "I think they are quite similar."

"But what?" Nick asked.

"But... I think the pronunciation is closer to the latter."

"Yes, yes, yes! I... also think it sounds more like the latter one!"

"Heil hydra! Long live the Hydra?"

Hearing the word "Hydra", Boss Cheng subconsciously put down the dishes in the sink. Then he walked out of the kitchen, sat opposite Nick, and asked him: "What else is Hydra besides being a sea monster and that crappy organization from World War II?"

"Haha, I originally thought that Hydra was either a sea monster or some crappy organization from World War II. But now it seems... I oversimplified things, Mother fxxker!"

At the same time, in a branch research institute of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Although the virus can give people abilities that surpass the super soldier serum, as we all know, the virus is extremely unstable, and the timing of it getting out of control and the extent of the damage are unpredictable. I believe that, for now, this virus is not suitable for weaponization."

"Also, everyone, please pay attention!" Another gentlemanly fellow said, "Aldredge Killian's unstable mental state and his morbid pursuits make him unsuitable to be our Hydra partner. Now that we have mastered the virus and its cultivation technology, I suggest that we cut off all contact with Aldredge Killian immediately."

"Cut it off, cut it off, it should have been cut off long ago. This bastard is carrying out meaningless KB attacks all over the world to cover up the human suicide caused by the virus. Cooperating with such a person will only tarnish the noble ideals of our Hydra!"

"A noble ideal, huh?"

Chairman Pierce, sitting in the main seat with his legs crossed, clicked a few times on the control panel of the conference table, and then the video of the Central Park explosion two days ago was projected on the big screen of the conference room. Then, the suicide bomber shouted "Heil hydra" before being pushed out of the hotel by Brother Biao.

"Can anyone explain why this agent went to self-destruct? And why did he shout "Long live Hydra" before he self-destructed? I want to ask someone here, when you sent the failed experiment to blow up the chef's restaurant, were you aiming to kill people or to bring hatred to the organization?"

A group of North American organization managers in the conference room looked at each other, as if they could "see" out the guy who acted on his own if they looked at him a few more times.

After seeing the reactions of the crowd, Chairman Pierce put down his crossed legs, stood up and continued, "I know that one or some of you think that the organization... Well, let's be more direct. Some people think that it is wrong, dangerous, and impossible for me to win over the chef of that restaurant.

But! Please don't forget! This chef who runs a cheap buffet has three space battleships! Don't forget that this chef destroyed the entire Chitauri mothership with only three battleships! More importantly, he captured an entire Chitauri mothership!

To deal with such a tough guy, one of you only sent a failed experiment? Excuse me, do you think the failed experiment can kill the opponent, or do you think you have the ability to defeat the chef, or do you think the chef will not be willing to kill us even if we annoy him? "

After that, Chairman Pierce snapped his fingers, and Agent Brock Rumlow led the three men into the conference room. They then picked up a panicked woman who kept admitting her mistakes and begging for mercy and left. It didn't even take 10 seconds.

"Now, let me repeat again, our action strategy against that chef!" Chairman Pierce sat back in his chair and emphasized to everyone: "If you are not sure of killing that chef, then do as I say and strive for the chef's friendship! I don't want his space battleship to aim at my head!"

That evening, Boss Cheng, who had been busy all day, was about to close the store when several sturdy men in suits walked into his store with warm smiles.

"Don't get me wrong, sir. We are here to express our sincere apologies and hope to gain your forgiveness and that of your employees."

"Forgive?" Boss Cheng asked, "Forgive what? Did someone poison the food in my restaurant?"

Seeing that Boss Cheng was about to kill them, the big men quickly denied it, "No! I promise!"

Boss Cheng put away his murderous aura, put on a professional fake smile and asked, "Then what do you forgive?"

"The explosion happened five days ago," explained the burly man in a black suit who was leading the group. "It happened because one of us harbored an inexplicable hostility toward you and planned an attack on you behind our backs. We've come here specifically to apologize to you for this."

After saying that, the burly man in the suit also invited Boss Cheng, and Boss Cheng went with them to take a look at a nearby place.

"Take a look? What?"

"Take a look at the sincerity we bring to you."

Hearing this, Boss Cheng chuckled and followed these strong men out.

As Boss Cheng walked away, he asked these people: "Have you killed the person?"

Several black-clad sturdy men had to admit that, in a way, Boss Cheng and they were really like-minded. After all, it was impossible for a normal person to associate "sincerity" with the corpse of the "culprit".

But Boss Cheng happened to contact the right person.

When the strong man opened the trunk of an SUV, Boss Cheng saw a body bag containing a female corpse. The female corpse in the body bag was the woman who was dragged away from the meeting room during the day.

Boss Cheng pointed at the body bag and asked, "You didn't just find a random corpse to fool me, did you?"

"Don't worry, we don't dare."

"That's fine! I believe you! After all, generally speaking, the larger villain organizations are worthy of recognition in terms of keeping their promises. Don't make this up. I can already feel your sincerity."

The big guys really didn't know whether they should cry or laugh when they were called "a relatively large villain organization" to their faces and faced with absolutely no chance of defeating the other side.

What else can I do? Just smile bitterly, otherwise I will make the other party angry again.

"Don't smile bitterly, I'm serious!" Boss Cheng said seriously based on his own experience, "Which villain with lofty ideals doesn't work tirelessly to achieve his goals?

Which villain has never failed in the process of realizing his ideal? But which villain has ever given up easily after failure?

Which villain, after failing, did not sum up the experience and lessons of failure, brainstorm, pool resources, give full play to subjective initiative, and achieve strategic breakthroughs and innovative tactics? "

"us……"

The men were all at a loss for words, because they were not sure whether Boss Cheng was praising them or criticizing them. But they all felt that Boss Cheng's words really made sense!

They were not the only ones who thought it made sense. There was also Chairman Pierce who was watching the "live broadcast" through a micro-monitoring device.

Although Pierce still remembers Boss Cheng's big feet, after he said that, Pierce felt that he understood us.

Unfortunately, the next second...

"You are from Hydra, right!"

Boss Cheng's words immediately alerted the group of people. But when Boss Cheng saw that these people were getting more and more nervous, he immediately comforted them and told them not to be nervous.

"Actually, I have no ill will towards you. Even though you may have already started researching that Mind Stone, as long as you don't mess with me and my friends, we can keep to ourselves, okay?"

0218 Elevators don’t need to ride on the wind

Soaring up to 90,000 kilometers

……

Central Park in Manhattan is very big, and there are many workers who maintain the park. Boss Cheng's restaurant has a very good reputation among the gardeners. Because any worker, whether you are cleaning the garbage, mowing the lawn, or maintaining the trees, can go in and have a free glass of water or a bottle of drink when you pass by Boss Cheng's restaurant.

In winter, Boss Cheng's shop even started serving hot coffee. Although this coffee was very sour and made with creamer and non-dairy creamer, it was still a cheap Chinese restaurant that provided free hot coffee to everyone, so you couldn't expect too much from it.

After all, the instant coffee in the thermos was purchased wholesale from 26 by Cheng at 5 yuan per kilogram. Even this is the one with the highest coffee powder content claimed by the company.

Boss Cheng was also generous, buying a ton of them. After buying them, he gave them to the Volunteers and the Brotherhood of Steel as winter supplies.

Anyway, we have a lot of money, so we might as well consider it as supporting the country's economic development.

Besides, isn’t there a London that has been bombed to the point where it is completely unsuitable for life? It’s just 5300 kilometers east of Boston!

By mid-December, the area outside Cheng's store that was damaged by the explosion was finally repaired. Workers replaced the damaged tiles and added benches in the designated areas according to the blueprints. Gardeners cleaned up the remaining tree roots and transplanted the newly purchased saplings.

Then, I go to Mr. Cheng's window to get a cup of hot coffee at a rate of one cup every 40 minutes, and continue my wonderful life of lazing around.

At noon, all the workers swarmed into Boss Cheng's restaurant. After all, the Central Park management company and Boss Cheng's small restaurant have always maintained a good cooperative relationship. Every time there is a large-scale regular maintenance or upkeep, the company basically orders food from Boss Cheng.

What’s more, this time the construction is happening right outside Boss Cheng’s door!

"Did you see it?" Boss Cheng glanced at the workers in Central Park and whispered to Zhou Zhezhi, "The capitalists in the capitalist empire are more anthropomorphic than those in our country."

"If you want to say something, you might as well make it clearer."

"Let's not do that!" Boss Cheng said helplessly, "Talking too much won't benefit anyone."

There is nothing wrong with that. After all, if you say too much, you will be blocked for review. Everyone knows that the regents in this era died much more miserably than the regent Huang.

After hearing the boss's rare complaint, Zhou Zhezhi just smiled and told him: "In fact, these bosses who are in the low point of political awareness don't understand at all. If they can't seize the opportunity to be human again, they can only start over."

"Oh? Another new move?"

"Yes! And it's huge!"

Zhou Zhezhi told Boss Cheng that a doctor named Wang unexpectedly solved a technical problem that had troubled him for many years after studying the scientific and technological information brought back by the UNSC Staff Group from Xin Chang'an.

"A breakthrough in carbon nanotubes?"