"Good afternoon, peanut butter. Good afternoon, Cheshire Cat, I'm glad you can bring her here." Laura Crawford picked up the round yellow fur ball next to the Cheshire Cat and rubbed it affectionately on her face. As an experimental product of the Sky Sword Space Station, Salomon warned her that the IQ of this animal is far greater than that of most canine animals. It can not only understand human language, but also take corresponding actions. But in Laura Crawford's eyes, this is a golden retriever puppy that has just been born and has just been weaned for a few days. It is not even as heavy as a Cheshire Cat.

No matter what, the golden retriever cub has special characteristics, she still named the puppy Peanut Butter. Salomon clearly pointed out that the name comes from the character in "Jack Bo, Horse", but before he finished speaking, he was driven away by Joan of Arc on the grounds of "low emotional intelligence". However, Laura Crawford later received a software, and the information of the software came from the puppy's brain chip. As a dog with a brain-computer interface, although Peanut Butter cannot speak, it can pass through the hidden

The Tibetan brain-computer interface transforms emotions into languages ​​that humans can understand. "Good kid, do you want to swim? No, that's the sea. You can only swim in an inflatable swimming pool now, otherwise any octopus can eat you." She lowered her voice, afraid that her childish words would be heard by others. But fortunately, the owner of the Isle Island Castle, the hostess and the woman named Athena were busy applying sunscreen and chatting, and had no time to see her. "Do you want to swim around, beautiful dog?"

She was very glad that there was everything in this manor, including an inflatable bath for babies. The golden retriever puppies named Peanut Butter was obviously very excited about swimming, and her tail was shaken quickly, just as if she could understand the words of Laura Crawford. In fact, she really understood. As an experimental product of psychological indoctrination technology, Peanut Butter could understand and recognize nine human languages ​​and perform nine-digit calculations. However, the indoctrination still required post-training, otherwise she would easily forget the knowledge directly engraved into the neuronal circuit.

"Do you want to swim, Cheshire Cat?"

The Cheshire Cat glanced at her side, then raised his paws and shook off the wet sand, leaving without looking back.

Sending this annoying cub from Oxfordshire Manor is his job today, and for a cat, such a job has exceeded the work limit it set for itself. It is really tired of the animal that is always excited because peanut butter always tries to lick it, making its hair that has finally been combed and full of dog saliva.

Even if he is not happy, the Cheshire Cat plans to find Dinah to make an appointment for a bathing service, and use its owner's favorite shower gel. It really doesn't want to walk around with the smell of dog saliva. At that time, not only the bear cubs in the forest, but even the goats and the Pergasus in the stables will laugh at it. This is absolutely untolerated by the Cheshire Cat's arrogant self-esteem. It cannot tolerate that the canine cub surpasses itself in its family status. Among the permanent population of this family, it believes that its status is only ranked behind its owner and the two witches. Even the human cub Milia must obey its command, otherwise Milia will not know how to open the refrigerator, nor how to choose delicious food, nor can shed food to avoid being found by others.

The long winter is coming, and without it, Milia might have starved to death!

This is the importance of the great Cheshire cat, which ordinary people simply cannot understand!

Laura Crawford didn't know what was thinking in the head of the high-rise cat.

"Okay, cats hate water, I know now." Laura Crawford shrugged and looked at Milia, who was building a sand castle beside her. No surprise, the owner and the hostess here had to do some private activities, and she could only work temporarily but as a caregiver to avoid the child from seeing those scenes that made the face blush and heartbeat. However, her swimsuit was not much better. Under the instigation of the witches, she actually wore this swimsuit that did not cover much, so she could now be shy to wrap herself in a bath towel. Also bold were the evening gowns chosen by the witches. Although there were only a few people, they still wanted to hold a party, but Laura Crawford still didn't think it was suitable for wearing black evening gowns with slits to the buttocks at the party.

She was sure that if it weren't for her and Milia's presence, the witches might not even have to wear clothes.

"Do you want to meet new friends, Milia? This is Miss Peanut Butter, you can touch her. Why are you back, Cheshire Cat... Oh, your jealousy is quite strong."

"Hiss--"

"Ahhh, I won't say it."

"I have to praise you, you have a very clever layout of Greece."

Athena pretended to be so serious that the witches looked at her with strange eyes, as if the cornflake-sized cover fabric did not shake her will. It was true that since she took over the education of Salomon, she had asked the latter to experience the beauty of the marble sculptures of human body more than once, and the best sample was herself, and even the witch knew that there were many works of art made by Salomon in her apartment using her body as a template. She only rarely showed shyness when she borrowed the shaving knife and Salomon dozens of minutes ago.

"The Greek government will never be able to hand over the Greek Catholic militia, nor will it be possible to hand over it. The control of the Antioch armed forces is in the hands of other countries, but the Greek government cannot deny its relationship with this organization, which is a good excuse to start a war."

"But I don't think I can find a market for Greek rosin wine. Apart from the Greeks, not many people like to drink that thing." Salomon lowered his head and continued what he was doing. "This will be another blitzkrieg. The fourth-generation aircraft of the Greek government were completely unable to deal with my Void fighter. The premise is that NATO has not made up its mind to join the war. Unless I go to the White House, this kind of thing is likely to happen. Now in the words of European and American media, my image is not very good. Constantine also plans to execute several media organizations that fabricate fake news... In some people, I am seriously ill now and may die at any time."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! He smiled when he talked about this.

The diplomatic department is not even lazy to refute such boring remarks. Only the Imperial Guardians care too much about him will make their own decisions to arrange assassination operations. Constantine will consider the influence of diplomacy, so he does not need to care too much about the plans formulated by the Imperial Guardians. Considering the large amount of information in the S.H.E.L.D. database, Constantine does not need to solve the problem by himself. Some people want to exchange their lives for the intelligence.

"I won't talk about business here, Athena." Although he was lying on the blanket and receiving the service of Salomon applying sunscreen, Berenita still had the energy to warn, "It's vacation time now, he doesn't have much time to stay here. Joan of Arc... can you stop playing games?"

Joan of Arc pushed his sunglasses on his forehead with a serious expression, "If I don't play games, what will I do on the beach?"

She pointed her hand at the nearby van and the cables connected to it from the van. The monitor, game console, handle and other things she needed, and there was even an ice bucket filled with ice and water, with two high-end champagne in it. Before the beach bar was built, all the alcoholic beverages could only be taken from the cellar of the Isle Castle, but this was enough to satisfy Joan of Arc's appetite.

"When will you go, my dear?" said Athena, "I'll take a look for you."

"Did you see?" he asked, "I really don't have much time."

"Ah!" Daisy Johnson couldn't help but scream, "It hurts!"

"I don't know that famous street superheroes will be afraid of pain." Daisy Johnson chuckled at the woman wearing a mask. Even if she couldn't see her face clearly, she could see what the dark circles under the medical staff's eye sockets mean. "You are the last S.H.E.L.D. agent to return to Earth. You must undergo a comprehensive inspection to make sure that the cosmic rays are not harming you."

"How do I know you won't do something bad with my genetic samples?" Daisy Johnson muttered. No matter how she complained, the facts could not be changed. Even Agent Colson had to delay her return to the lighthouse base with another Inhuman, Elena Rodriguez, nicknamed "Yuyou". "You have killed so many agents and are here to express kindness to me now. Don't you think it's too late?"

"If you want to die, we'll throw you into outer space long ago." Pitro Maximov raised his legs and stared at the stern gaze of the medical staff, eating potato chips in this nearly sterile environment. "That's the cruelest death penalty I've ever seen. A week ago, an American disguised as a German drilled a hole in the space station, trying to damage the space station. The space station court held a trial, and the final ruling was to launch the idiot from here back to Earth...I mean, launch directly, without a return capsule."

Daisy Johnson wrinkled his nose, "You are making up stories again."

Although they haven't been together for a long time, as the head coach of the spacewalk course, Pitro Maximov obviously got along well with the agents of S.H.E.L.D. Perhaps it was because Wanda Maximov, who noticed that his blood relative was too soft, arranged him to this uncontested position, but Pitro is meaningless and even enjoys it.

"You will know when you come back to Earth." Pitro Maximov laughed, "I remember the lighthouse base can receive external television signals, right?"

"It seems you know a lot about us." Daisy Johnson narrowed his eyes, "What else do you know?"

"I also know...oh, I almost let it go." Pitro Maximov shook his head proudly, "Ha, crappy agent, do you really think I'll tell everything?"

Daisy Johnson turned his head angrily. "Okay." The medical staff put a band-aid on the needle, "Before you board the shuttle, your physical examination report can be delivered to your phone. Another thing is, don't put sexy selfies on your iPhone, even in the clouds, we can break through it. For the sake of being both women, I will remind you to pay attention next time."

Her face turned red in an instant. "You...have you seen it?"

"Although it's rude, I did see that your hacker ex-boyfriend took a lot of photos." Pitro Maximov nodded, "Hey... don't be excited, you don't want to be forced to inject sedatives, right? I won't let you damage the space station, do you understand?"

"you……"

"That's not my responsibility, I just saw it on Wanda's data board." Pitro shrugged. "Don't want the intelligence department to delete those photos. Victoria Hand of the Department of Justice... She is not easy to talk to. She insists that there are details and information in all photos that have not been discovered yet. Isn't this the usual method of SHIELD? Why is it so shy when it's her turn?"

"Don't tease her, Pitro." The medical staff rolled their eyes wide. "Stand up, Ms. Johnson. The drone will perform a last overall scan of you and conduct a quick diagnosis. I will not prescribe you or prescribe opioids, so you will die. This kind of thing is forbidden to abuse unless you have cancer due to cosmic rays."

"It's so reassuring." Daisy Johnson muttered and stood up, receiving a quick scan of the drone.

"I think she's healthy, Ms. Hansen."

"Shut up, Pitro." Maya Hansen rolled her eyes again. Pitro Maximov shut up immediately. He knew how important the biologist in front of him was. It is said that the emperor personally taught her a lot of genetic engineering knowledge, and even the birth of those genetically modified warriors now have her efforts. Although there is no position with political influence, Maya Hansen's ability and importance are enough to make many senior officials be attentive to her. Pitro is not only to supervise Dinah Johnson and avoid her damage to the space station, but also to protect Maya Hansen. This work is also carried out by an imperial guard outside the door. "Take her to the apron. I believe she misses the earth very much. If she doesn't leave, she will launch herself back to the earth. The kind of launch without a return capsule."

"Haha, it's funny." Daisy Johnson said dryly, "I'll set out now. I'm leaving with Youyou. This is the order that Colson gave me before he left."

"Ms. Hansen." The Imperial Guard lowered his head.

"Project 3.2, the report will be handed over to the Imperial Guards." Maya Hansen took off her mask and blinked hard with her tired and dry eyes. She looked at the noisy backs of Daisy Johnson and Pitro Maximov away, and said in a hoarse voice. "When is my holiday?"

"Your holiday has just passed less than a month. But if you want to take a vacation, no one will stop you." The Guard said, "Do you take medicine on time? Red medicine will help you recover your body and mind, and my Lord also needs your wisdom."
Chapter completed!