The big boss lay on the ground, his body gradually became stiff.

A bullet entered his eyebrows and shot out from the back of his head. His hideous face was full of reluctance to the ending.

Of course I was unwilling to give up. As soon as I got a lot of money and had extraordinary intelligence, I had to make great achievements in research. As a result, because of a few damn songs, I died like a wild dog, in a dark alley, and no one would be willing to do so.

But what's the use of not being willing to give up?

This is fate.

Zhang Ming walked over and closed the eyes of the big boss, which was the last time he died in peace.

"The big boss is dead. How is your situation?" Zhang Ming pressed the communication headset and asked.

"We have knocked down all the monsters and are organizing the wounded to be treated," Steve said.

Tony said: "Hulk and the others are still fighting, but it seems that they have given up on the shore for the time being. I have nothing to do. If you want to come and watch, remember to bring me a cup of coffee. I'm afraid I'll be too sleepy and fall asleep."

Tony's relaxed tone made everyone feel relieved. Compared to the big boss, the two people on the beach are the protagonists tonight. It would be great if it could really end tonight's action so simply.

“Stay in touch if you have any circumstances.”

Zhang Ming walked out of the alley, Angela still covering her ears and closing her eyes tightly.

Tick ​​tick

New York was still a little cold at night. Angela was wearing a black sweatshirt with a gray long skirt that reached her calves. The big boss just pressed the knife against Angela's waist. Although she didn't stab it completely, it still caused a scratch.

The hem of the black sweatshirt was soaked in blood, and blood was falling drop by drop.

Zhang Ming patted her head, Angela opened her eyes, didn't dare to look into the alley, and asked in a low voice: "Is it over?"

"It's over, let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."

"It's okay, it's just scratching the skin."

"But..." Zhang Ming still insisted.

At this time, the fright gradually subsided, and Angela gradually felt the pain from the wound. She hesitated for a while and said, "Can you please bandage me? There is a medical box in the restaurant, but I can't reach the wound. If Patia sees it, I'm worried that she will faint from scare."

"good."

It doesn't take much time to bandage a wound, and the situation is basically stable. Zhang Ming's role may not be as good as an ordinary nurse, so he doesn't have to run around.

When I arrived at Roman Restaurant, it was almost midnight. There were no people in the restaurant, only one black waitress.

She is Patia.

Because it is a restaurant that is open for 24 hours a day, a waiter must be too busy. Patia is one of Angela's colleagues. The two are of the same age, so they have a better relationship on weekdays.

Seeing Angela returning, Patia asked, “Has something been left behind?”

Angela said: "I accidentally met a hooligan, and he saved me."

"Wow!" Patia showed an ambiguous smile, "I remember you, your name is Zhang Ming, and every time Angela changes shift, you will appear."

Faced with Patia's teasing, Zhang Ming pretended not to hear it, and Angela's fair cheeks were slightly red.

The wound also felt pain from time to time, Angela said: "Patya, help me get the medicine box."

"Are you injured?" Patia covered her chest in fear.

"It's not serious, just a little scratch."

"Thank God." Patia breathed a sigh of relief and handed it to the medicine box. "Give it, if you need any help, remember to call me."

Angela took Zhang Ming to the second floor of the restaurant.

The second floor is designed in a relatively compact manner, with four bedrooms arranged in a small space, and there is also a bathroom at the end of the corridor. Angela took out the key and opened the second door to the left.

After Zhang Ming went in, she took off her clothes as soon as she closed the door.

"Oh...don't do this..."

He turned his head habitually, but he quickly realized.

What's your head turning!

I won’t show you for nothing, but I won’t show you. No wonder I’ll be single all my life!

Zhang Ming gritted his teeth and turned around with a flushed face.

I saw the blood-stained black sweatshirt being thrown to the ground, and there was a gray close-fitting vest under the sweatshirt. Apart from showing Angela's moving body curves, there was no picture in Zhang Ming's imagination.

Angela lifted a corner of her vest, revealing the wound of the length of her thumb on her waist.

"It's the same as I said. The wound is not deep. As long as you disinfect and stop bleeding, you will be cured in a few days."

Angela's tone was natural, as if the wound was not on her. "It's a pity that she can't wear bikini when she goes to the beach in the future." She said with a smile.

When a girl was so strong and free, Zhang Ming's little lust disappeared. He treated the wound according to Angela's instructions.

As soon as the disinfectant touched the wound, Angela frowned in pain and held the sheets in her hands. Because of excessive force, the position of her finger bones turned white.

"You have a professional way of treating wounds. Have you ever been exposed to first aid knowledge before?" Zhang Ming couldn't bear to see her in pain, and his words distracted her from speaking.

Angela took a deep breath, and when she exhale, she was still trembling with the pain, but the most difficult part was over.

"I'm studying medicine at New York University," she said.

Noticing that Zhang Ming's hand paused, Angela smiled and said, "Can't you tell me?"

"Indeed, why do you still have to work here? I think you work for a long time."

Angela said: "Tui and living expenses are a considerable expense. If you want to observe some activities and experiments organized by non-school authorities, you still need to pay additional fees. Recently, I am still preparing to take the postgraduate entrance examination, and these all require money... Yes, just wrap them clockwise."

Angela directed Zhang Ming to wrap her bandages at the end. She put down her vest and wiped the sweat caused by the pain. She continued: "The salary here is good. During the night shift, I still have enough time to write my papers. The only problem is that it is too close to Hell's Kitchen, which will be a bit unsafe."

"Sorry, if I had caught him earlier..."

Angela smiled and said, "Don't take it to heart. I've practiced it. He looks so scary that I didn't react. I don't take it to heart at all."

Angela bent her arms to show Zhang Ming his "strongness", but unfortunately no matter how hard she used, there was no change in her fair arms.

She smiled awkwardly: "I have been wasted for too long. I just raised my legs and now I still feel a little cramped."

It’s okay if Angela doesn’t mention this. When she mentions it, Zhang Ming remembers the beauty that passed by in a flash.

Suddenly, Angela came over and shone in the emerald green eyes behind her glasses, a light called "curiosity" flashed.

"I've said so much, where are you?"

She counted her memories of Zhang Ming: "A big boy who ran away from home without enough food; a Chinese boy who knows how to do kung fu; and a killer who wears bulletproof vests and holds real guns and fires to chase monsters... Who are you?"

Zhang Ming thought for a while and gave the answer: "Just think I am a war correspondent."

Recording interesting events in this dangerous world, editing them into videos and spreading them, seems to be similar to the work done by war correspondents.

"I haven't heard of any war correspondent who would take the initiative to pick up the gun, so forget it if you don't say it."

Angel shrank back, took a shirt from the closet and draped it on her body, and said to Zhang Ming: "It's almost midnight. Are you hungry? As a thank you gift for saving me, I'll give it to you..."

A cool evening breeze blew, and Angela turned her head and found that Zhang Ming had disappeared in the house, only the curtain was blown by the wind.

"What the hell is going on!"

New York tonight is destined to be unable to enjoy the peace. Zhang Ming flew quickly in mid-air, and the power of the individual flight device was turned to the maximum. The wind blew on Zhang Ming's face and his skin hurt.

Just a minute ago, he was still enjoying his time alone with Angela, and an explosion suddenly sounded from the communication device on his ears.

Following closely behind is Tony's swearing.

"Military! It's General Ross's man!"

"They went crazy. In order to catch Hulk, they actually destroyed my protective wall!"

"Bronsky is hitting the protective circle, I have to stop him"

This is Tony's last sentence, and then a dull and heavy blow. Zhang Ming could even imagine the picture:

The protective wall shattered under the military grenade, and the hatred broke through the coastline. Tony tried to stop him, but was hit hard by the hatred...

"Tony! Are you still alive?"

Zhang Ming shouted in the communication channel.

No reply.
Chapter completed!