novelonline Chapter 2940 Leisure Time ()
Chapter 2940 Leisure Time ()
Chapter 2940 Leisure Time (Ten)
"Am I dazzled?" Tim glanced at the crowd and said, "That looks like our landlord, right?"
"Ignore them." Schiller pulled Tim back into the crowd in the square and whispered to Tim, "During the Industrial Revolution a few years ago, there were demonstrators on every street in New York. Things are not that simple. They are not criminals."
"You should tell Dick and Jason that I'm not some teenage street hero." Tim lowered his voice and said, "I saw at least three FBI agents, two unidentified lurkers, and at least ten people who had no purpose but followed suit. The one at the end of the group just wanted to get some drinks."
Schiller secretly gave him a thumbs up, and the two of them blended into the crowd at a very fast speed. Those who were targeting them intentionally or unintentionally found that they could not be found, so they did not do anything out of line.
"Are they coming for you?" Tim asked, looking up.
"That's not really true."
"That's 100% true." Tim speculated: "What is their purpose? The first demand of the parade is to attract social attention. They think that if they can connect with you, it will provide them with a hot topic. Are you a star?"
"It's not good to be too smart." Schiller said threateningly, "I'll tell your dad about your smoking when I get home."
"Stop it, he smokes too."
Schiller gritted his teeth secretly. Tim said, "You don't look like the type of person who would make yourself known to everyone. So it was an accident? But what kind of accident is irreparable for you? Involving your friend? Iron Man?"
"Would you mind not learning Batman's theology?"
Tim snorted and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this. There's someone coming for you over there."
Schiller turned his head in the direction Tim was looking and found a group of reporters rushing over to interview passers-by. It seemed that they were interviewing in the direction where the parade was leaving, but they were actually coming in his direction. Their eyes and body language showed that they were Xiang Zhuang dancing with a sword, aiming at Pei Gong.
"Run away!"
The two of them quickly retreated towards the beach, but because it was almost dark, the tourists who stayed on the beach to watch the sunset naturally walked out, and the two of them were blocked for a while.
Seeing that the reporters had already rushed over here without pretending, Tim suddenly shouted loudly: "Pamela!"
Suddenly, the reporter who was rushing in the front and was about to catch up here stumbled and fell to the ground. Schiller saw a small piece of vines retracted, breathed a sigh of relief, and then someone patted his shoulder.
"What's wrong with you two?" Pamela changed into a swimsuit that exposed everything except what was not allowed to be exposed. Tim and Schiller took one look at her and quickly turned away.
Tim said with some disdain, "These three pieces of cloth together are not as big as my pocket. Aren't you cold? Go change your clothes quickly."
Pamela rolled her eyes and wiped the lipstick marks on her face with the back of her hand. Before leaving, she said, "You haven't seen me in other universes. I'm dressed like broccoli. I'm not bad at all!"
After the reporter tripped, the cameraman behind him also stumbled and the camera equipment in his hands fell to the ground. A group of people were busy rescuing him and blocked the way of the people behind him.
Taking this opportunity, the three of them retreated to the beach. Pamela found a beach supplies store to change clothes, but not long after, they heard another quarrel from behind.
"She's my sister. I have to go over to see her." Tim greeted the boss. The boss looked him up and down. Obviously, he saw that he was wearing all branded clothes and thought that he was not going to cause trouble, so he let him in.
When Tim opened the door curtain, he saw two men standing in front of Pamela, trying to make a move on her. Pamela was obviously preparing to use a big move, but Tim walked up and punched them twice, knocking the two men down directly.
Tim is indeed not as strong as Jason, but he is the Robin chosen by Batman after all, and he also learned physical skills from Thomas for a period of time, so it is no problem for him to beat two ordinary people.
Pamela raised an eyebrow at him and said, "Not bad."
At this time, the store owner and Schiller walked in one after the other. The store owner looked at the two people lying on the ground and said nothing. After a while, he said to Pamela, "Little girl, you'd better leave quickly. They are from the local gang. Be careful that they may cause trouble for you."
The three men hurriedly dragged the two unconscious people out. Pamela didn't treat them as outsiders at all. She turned her back and started changing clothes. When she came out after changing her clothes, she saw the store owner dealing with several black people.
Tim pulled out two rolls of bills, threw them at them and said, "Your people molested my sister, I'm willing to pay for her medical expenses, take the money and leave quickly, if you cause trouble again, I'll let my dad teach you a lesson!"
Tim's behavior was very much like that of a rich young man, and the two gangsters knew that they were not from the same world at all. Molesting their relatives was one thing, but if they really messed with the eldest daughter of a rich family, they would be in big trouble. They took the money and didn't dare to say anything, and left in shame.
Schiller watched all this and sighed softly. After the three of them got in the car, Tim said, "How many people have you offended here? Why are they all coming for you?"
"Did you see it?"
Tim, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror. In addition to the busy traffic behind him, there was also a black Buick sedan less than three parking spaces away.
"They have been following us since just now. Believe it or not, tomorrow morning someone from this so-called gangster boss will come to our door and ask us to come."
"What a hassle." Pamela complained, "I don't want to live in the mountains. I want to go to the bar!"
"Don't even think about the bar right now." Tim glanced at the rearview mirror casually and said, "They want to use you as a breakthrough to get close to Schiller. Sleeping with the Black Widow is much safer than sleeping with the bar beauty you just met."
"We're not close enough to call each other by name." Schiller was obviously not in a good mood. He said, "This is a long story. They just want to use my popularity to make things bigger."
"Popularity? Are you famous?"
As Pamela was talking, she had already taken out her cell phone, and Schiller said, "Don't!"
But at this time, Pamela had already entered Schiller's name in the search bar of the short video software. As soon as she entered the first three letters, the smart association had already launched the full name, and there was a "hot" sign on the search term.
Instantly, a row of videos popped up, and Pamela couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!"
Tim was startled by her and looked back, but he didn't know when the black Buick sedan had overtaken him from the right. The driver suddenly turned the wheel to the left, seemingly trying to change lanes forcibly.
Tim just reacted and stepped on the brakes, and with a bang, the car behind him rear-ended him.
Schiller sighed and said, "It seems that they have to see me today."
"Don't be impatient." Pamela also knew that it was her negligence, but she was not just an ordinary person, so she naturally had a way to make up for it. She quietly took out two seeds from the pocket of her jeans and threw them out through the car window.
At this time, the black Buick sedan that had forced its way into a lane stopped and two people walked out. They looked like ordinary people, and judging from their clothes, they were wealthy, so they were not gangsters or agents.
The woman who came out from the passenger seat immediately put her hands together and apologized to the car Schiller was in. Someone from the car behind also came out, apparently to check the rear-end collision.
These three cars were stuck in a traffic jam, and many cars behind them had to go around them, slowing down their speed a lot, which naturally caused congestion. Many drivers got out of their cars to check the situation, and some even raised their mobile phones to take videos.
Just as Schiller was about to get off, Tim waved at him. He pushed the door open and rushed out, yelling, "Are you fucking crazy?! Are you in a hurry to see God?!"
Both sides were stunned to see that the man was so young. Schiller was sitting in the car listening. Tim's ability to swear must have been inherited from Arrogance. He should have learned a thing from some rapper. His speech was fast and rhythmic, and "Fxcking" was used in all the right places. He was a man of both literary and martial arts.
The two groups of people who carefully designed this scene probably didn't expect Schiller not to go down, and they didn't know how to retort for a moment. While they were stunned, they heard two sounds of "Whoosh! Ha!" and two green figures jumped up from under the car.
boom!Boom!
The fists were like thunder and lightning, and two cabbages waving their leaves first punched the driver of the car in front on the nose, then did a spinning kick to the roof of Schiller's car, making a hole in the roof, and then did a side kick, kicking the driver of the car behind to the ground.
Tim got into the car swiftly, closed the door, turned the steering wheel sharply, stepped on the accelerator and rushed past the side of the car in front. The road ahead was clear.
Pamela was still peeking out the rear window of the car. The two cabbages she had released were moving in unhindered. Suddenly, the road was filled with wailing and the cell phones of those who were watching the fun were all knocked down.
Schiller also looked back and couldn't help but sigh: "You DC is too dark."
"Honestly, doctor, this isn't a solution. They just want you to show up, and they'll find an opportunity sooner or later." Tim said as he drove, "You should have expected this, otherwise you wouldn't be staying in the mountains instead of in a hotel."
Schiller sighed.
Pamela was watching videos about Schiller and said, "Since ancient times, party struggles have always been like this. If I win one, the other party loses one. Your network is so developed. If they can pull an Internet celebrity like you into their camp and arrange an interview to get you to say a few good words, they will naturally have a better chance of winning."
"But I don't understand. You can buy the farm anytime you want. When the dust settles on this mayoral election, they won't pay so much attention to you. Why do you have to wade into this muddy water now?"
"Do you still need to ask?" Tim answered for Schiller. "It's easier to fish in troubled waters. If we miss this opportunity, the land on the west coast will be more valuable than gold. If we try to do anything else, it will be too easy to be discovered."
"You really deserve it." Pamela flicked her hair and said, "You have to give up something to gain something. Why don't you just talk to them so that they don't have to hunt you down every day?"
"No hurry." Schiller leaned his elbows on the window frame of the car, feeling the evening breeze whistling past the window, watching the roadside lights being torn into thin long lines and gradually disappearing in the wind.
Tim rolled his eyes and said, "I knew you must have played a lot of tricks. They are not wrongly accusing you of chasing you, but we two have done our best to help you. How can you hold us accountable?"
"I won't treat you badly." Schiller smiled and said, "You will definitely see what we have arranged on Mercury when you go to Stark Group. Each of you will take a set with you when you return."
"Hurray!" Tim cheered, and while driving he turned back and high-fived Pamela.