League of Legends

Chapter 146 Killing and punishing the heart (1112 begging for recommendation!)
There?

what to look at.

Barbara looked in the direction where Ms. Hand was pointing, but saw that over there, a few SHIELD agents brought a stretcher and were cutting a big hole in the chest on the ground. Unless Mephisto came personally, she would die completely. Andrew Garner of .

next to.

An agent bends over to pick up Andrew Garner's fallen heart with a bag on the ground.

Black.

The blood of black people is also red. Naturally, the heart should also be red. However, in order to be able to kill Andrew Garner in one blow, Baker squeezed a Teemo mushroom with a juicer, and then squeezed a piece of Teemo's mushroom. The knife edge was soaked in it.

It's also why Andrew Garner can't muster his powers when he's pinned to the wall.

Barbara turned her head and looked at Ms. Hand again with a confused look on her face.

Ms. Hand said: "Hiro Moulton used to just kill people, but for Andrew Garner who once wanted to take you hostage, he did it to kill people. Guess who it is for."

Barbara seemed to understand.

but……

Still confused.

for me?
Stop messing around, he doesn't care about me.

Ms. Hand shook her head and walked towards the door of the warehouse: "Men, in fact, they all look the same. Isn't it rare that they say one thing and do another thing behind the scenes? You, the more men say they don't care about you, Especially, it can only explain one thing, that is, you are capturing him."

Barbara: "..."

real or fake?

Barbara looked thoughtfully at the back of Ms. Hand leaving.

Baker doesn't know whether men say one thing but do another, but Baker can assure you that he has always said something.

To deal with an extraordinary villain like Andrew Garner, before Baker has no real damage or magic damage, he can only kill with one hit.

Any sarcasm must guarantee that Andrew Garner will die in advance.

this year.

Is it still rare to be counter-killed at the last minute?

Wake up.

Baker just felt refreshed. Andrew Garner had already died. Although his identity was exposed, it was barely within the controllable range.

After all, only Barbara knew.

This is good.

Just like Baker was thinking that if his assassination target list suddenly appeared one day, he would know who to turn to.

If one day, Baker's true identity is exposed, then Baker will know who he should turn to to settle accounts.

Down the spiral staircase.

Last night, the sand sculpture Kodo, who was hung under the large chandelier in the living room, suddenly raised his noble head and groaned for help towards Baker who was coming down the spiral staircase.

Baker turned a deaf ear.

As expected, this sand sculpture was wrongly domesticated. It was so big that even a little girl couldn't stop it. It was a waste of feeding him three meals a day of beef that added up to more than [-] catties.

"Cuckoo (Help, boss.)"

"To shut up."

"Cuckoo (woooooooo!)"

Baker yelled at Kodo angrily, took a sip of the wine in his glass, and then, after a moment of silence, sighed.

With a thud.

A red card was drawn from his hand, with a snort, and then a bang, Kodo fell directly to the floor heavily.

"Goo (pain!)"

"Shut up and go to work."

Baker glanced at the fake eye that had gone somewhere in Pittsburgh, and directly threw the information to Kodo, and then said angrily: "Keep an eye on it, I want to know who has gone and who has come out Alright, if you can't do it this time, just pluck the hair and make soup."

"Goo-"

"To shut up!"

Kodo held his neck high and let out a horrifying grunt, then retracted his neck, slumped through the wall, flapped his wings and flew in the direction of Pennsylvania.

Can't handle things well, still eat?

You'll be fine without stewing.

Baker shook the bourbon glass in his hand, thinking so.

Although the arrival of S.H.I.E.L.D. last night was a coincidence, but if things go wrong, they go wrong.

If you make a mistake, admit it, and stand at attention when you are beaten.

This is the most basic attitude issue.

but……

After all, it is your own eagle, so be silly if you are stupid, as long as you keep an eye on it and don't lose your mind.

Baker's expectation of Kodo has dropped to a freezing point. If he can't even do the most basic stalking, Baker feels that there is no other way but to stew the soup.

noon.

Barbara called.

central Park.

old place.

When Barbara came over, she didn't see Beck feeding the pigeons this time, but saw Beck sitting on a bench eating a hamburger in a suit and leather shoes.

"Didn't bring it for me?"

"Did you not eat?"

Baker was silent for a while, and handed over the half-bitten hamburger in his hand: "Here you are."

After all, SHIELD was cleaning up the mess last night.

With a look of disgust on her face, Barbara pushed away the hamburger in front of her, sat next to Baker, and took off the sunglasses on her face.

Baker's nose moved: "Did you change your perfume?"

"It smells good."

"good."

"..."

As for the perfume, Baker is a straight man, he can only smell the fragrance of the perfume, as for the quality of the perfume, he doesn't understand at all.

Barbara took a deep breath in her heart: "Hey, I want to ask you something."

"Just ask."

Barbara opened her mouth, and originally wanted to ask whether Baker really chose to kill for her, but suddenly thought of Ms. Victoria Hand's words.

"Men, they have another skill besides what they say and what they say behind their backs."

"A dead duck has a tough mouth."

Barbara thought about it for a while, then changed the topic: "Last night, you said, you already knew the whereabouts of the Slukers?"

"Sluke?"

Baker blinked, then looked at Barbara: "That's called Skrulls, what Slukers, yes, this credit is for you, I think the Security Council should have no reason to reject your request for promotion. "

Baker just wants to kill people, and it doesn't matter if the credit goes to SHIELD.

In this case, it's not bad to give it to Barbara. After all, whoever let Victoria Hand push the reason why Barbara couldn't get promoted to him.

Baker doesn't like being owed anything to him, and likewise, Baker doesn't like being owed anything, especially to Barbara.

From the very beginning, everyone is a transactional relationship.

In the past, the cooperation mode was you come and go, cash on hand, never on credit, and at most occasionally only cash on delivery.

Speaking of...

When did this trading model change?
Baker thought about it, and finally thought of the battle suit he gave out in the Amazon rainforest.

really.

These days, gifts for girls should not be given indiscriminately.

Otherwise, there will be a big mess.

Baker sighed, regained his senses, stood up, and looked at Barbara: "Let's go."

Barbara frowned: "Where are you going?"

"Aegis New York Operation Command Center!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)