A week ago …
A black bald head slowly walked into the night. This was Louisiana, bordered by Arkansas to the north, Texas to the west, Mississippi to the east, and the Gulf of Mexico to the south. However, the bald one-eyed man was not walking on the streets of New Orleans. Instead, he was walking in a typical southern town in the Delta region.
He held a map in his hand and looked down at it. However, the hand-drawn map was completely based on subjective perception. The person who drew it had not received any map-drawing training, so even an elite agent like Black-lubed Egg could not tell what was marked on it.
However, the b * stard who asked him out had only given him this map.
Black Egg had to stop a person on the road. It was also a typical southern red-neck old man. He asked, "Hey! Brother … do you know where Ben Devereaux's old house is? Someone asked me to meet him there! "
The old man glanced at him coldly, his eyes full of disgust. He shouted at him, "F * ck off … Black Egg!"
"Hey, I didn't offend you. This is the United States now, not the Southern Alliance. We're not in the Southern Alliance. You'd better show some respect, "Nick Fury said unhappily. The red-neck old man's face was gloomy, revealing an indescribable gloom. He muttered as if he was having a seizure, "Now the United States is protecting you … If it was in that era, even sixty years ago, there would be no place for you devils to live here. We will burn you and your nest to ashes under the leadership of our priests, wearing pointy hats! "
The old man leaned on his cane, his mind a little muddled. He was so agitated that his whole body was trembling. He shouted, "Burn you to ashes! F * ck off, devils!" He mumbled a passage from the Bible, took out the silver cross on his chest, and pointed it at Nick Fury.
She even acted as if she wanted to chase him away, waving her walking stick as she chased after him shakily.
Facing such a muddled old man, even the king of agents could not do anything. Nick covered his head and fled. He ran into an alley without street lights under the old man's scolding. As he ran, he complained, "D * mn it!" Nick was very angry. He scolded with a black accent, "D * mn old b * stard … I'm much older than you! I can be your father now! "
"Damn … shit. He almost ruined my favorite old suit, made by a tailor in 1942! "
Nick shook his pants that were stained with mud. He lifted his head and saw a gloomy and old house appear before him. He took out the map and saw a graffiti-like silhouette on the target location. The silhouette was strangely similar to the side of the house when it was dark. This old house was located in the most secluded part of the town. If not for Nick's panic, he would not have been able to find it after running for a long time through the muddy path between the trees and weeds.
It was there, and it attracted all of Nick's attention as if it was magic.
The old house was surrounded by dark gray fences and high walls. Nick turned to the entrance and saw that the gate to the courtyard was rusty and unlocked. He pushed the gate open, and the unoiled rusted shaft made a loud squeaking sound.
Nick couldn't help but praise, "Alright! This is really more useful than any d * mn modern anti-theft measures. "
Although Nick had a way to sneak in without anyone noticing, the identity of the person who invited him made him abandon this useless thought and open the gate openly.
The old house was quiet. Suddenly, there was the sound of someone moving with difficulty. Soon, a woman with a hunched back, who looked a little old and lethargic, opened the old wooden door and asked outside, "Who is it?"
Nick greeted politely and said, "Someone asked me to come here … It's a d * mn young Asian. He probably claims to be an insurance investigator! "
The woman stared at him for a long time until Nick felt that his face was a little strange. Then she said in a hoarse voice, "There is such a person, come in!"
Any normal person would feel that the woman's eyes were a little too gloomy.
And the environment of the old house made it difficult for people to think of anything good. This old building had nothing to do with classicality and elegance at all. There was only rotten mold, rotten wood, and worn-out furniture, which made the big house full of a stale smell that could not be dispersed.
The age of the woman was a little vague. She looked lethargic and a little hunched. When she brought Nick Fury in, Nick also saw that wrinkles and age spots had begun to appear on her hands. But the roots of her hair were still black, and although her face was not well maintained, there were no signs of old age.
According to Nick's profile of her — old and young, even a little like himself.
Only then did Nick really become interested. The woman carried a lantern and led him up the stairs. The light in the study was on, and Chen Ang's voice came from inside. "The insurance amount Mrs. Ellis's aunt left her is about 280,000 dollars, which is not a small amount. However, we found that there are some problems with her file."
"Ever since she married you … she seems to be a little … isolated!"
"Her good friend, the lead singer of a rock band and her ex-boyfriend, claimed that you were controlling and manipulating her, mentally detaining her. This theory is quite popular among Mrs. Ellis's young social circle. People say that she was hired by Mrs. Violet to take care of her husband when she was young, and that you were Mrs. Violet's trusted lawyer."
"In the end, to thank you for your care, Violet entrusted the house and the couple's personal safety to your care before the stroke, and you got married immediately after the incident. It's hard not to make inappropriate speculations — for example, did you work together to control the Violet couple and occupy their inheritance? "
"Investigator Constantine!" Another hearty and somewhat deep voice laughed. "You're too good at guessing!"
"In fact, people did have these doubts in the beginning. You know that I'm a professional in the law. They couldn't find any evidence to overturn everything from the act of gift, so they told the judge that Caroline and I had a special relationship with the two old people, and that we could reasonably control them by working together."
"I told the judge that there was no dirty exchange of interests between us, and that it was all due to the magic of love! That's how we met, but the judge also seemed to have doubts. She ruled that we should accept a supervised inheritance and assume the obligation to take care of our two generous employers. "
"At that time, people in the town said that they would not live long because of us!"
"But they lived for ten years!" Chen Ang complimented politely.
"Hahaha! Yes … we carefully took care of them for ten years, as if they were our parents. In the first three years, this kind of malicious slander was still very popular, but as time went by, these storms all dissipated! People still believe us, believe in the kindness of human nature! "
Nick listened at the door. When he pushed the door open, he saw Chen Ang and a white middle-aged man sitting on two big chairs next to the fireplace, talking by the fire. When they heard the sound of Nick coming in, they turned to look at the door. Chen Ang smiled and stood up to greet him. He shook hands with Nick and Fury and said with a smile, "Nick! You're finally here! "
He introduced to the couple, "Nick Fury, a federal legal officer, also responsible for the execution of the court's estate judgment. We will work together to handle the estate transfer … and related matters related to tax payment! "
Nick opened his mouth and complained, "Oh! Investigator Constantine, you mentioned the tax department. Do you want me to be kicked out of here with a broom? "
He turned to the middle-aged white man, who was probably a retired lawyer, and said, "I'm just a bailiff, I don't collect taxes! I'm here to give you money, please don't kick me out! "
Everyone laughed together, and the atmosphere was joyous. Even in the United States, the best way to close the gap was still to complain about the tax department together. Everyone expressed some dissatisfaction with the IRS (Internal Revenue Service), and the distance between each other was greatly shortened.
The hostess, or rather, Mrs. Matthew, Caroline Ellis Matthew, was still standing gloomily next to them.
She was in the shadows, and her back was hunched even more. Her husband, Luke Matthew, seemed to be unable to stand it anymore. With a hint of a scolding tone, he said, "Go and make a pot of coffee for the guests!"
The woman staggered away. Before she left, her face flickered in the shadows, and it was somewhat creepy and hideous. However, both Chen Ang and Nick saw it, but they were indifferent. They even wanted to laugh. Nick thought so, leaning against the fireplace, he really couldn't help but laugh.
At first, he just covered his mouth and laughed muffled, but he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He pointed at Chen Ang and almost laughed himself to death. He asked, "What do you mean by sending me this thing?" He took out the map and asked, "Do you expect me to find this place with this thing?" Luke saw their reaction and seemed to be a little uneasy. He twisted his body to express the annoyance in his heart.
Chen Ang looked at the map and said, "I used this thing to find my way here … We found this map in Mrs. Caroline's aunt's belongings. This is the address of her only relative, and Mrs. Caroline sent it to her in a letter."
Only then did Nick stop laughing. He carefully looked at the graffiti on the map and said, "How cute!"
"Especially the graffiti silhouette of this house."
Mr. Luke somewhat awkwardly took over from Nick's words and said, "Thank you, this was left behind by my wife when she was very, very young! At that time, she was still a naughty girl. "
Nick suddenly said, "Can you ask Mrs. Caroline to draw me another silhouette … I want to keep it, so that when I tell people about this' adventure 'in the future, I can show them this map and let them find the route on it …"
Chen Ang snatched the map away and said, "Don't even think about it! I want to keep this map for myself … You know that I like to collect all kinds of souvenirs from every case I handle. I once collected a hockey mask a few years ago. It was given to me by one of my beneficiaries. He had to wear this mask given to him by his mother every night before he could sleep. But he gave it to me. That was the best gift I have ever received! "
"That hockey mask!" Nick suddenly burst out laughing. "So there is such a story … Then what about the Iron Man mask in your office? Was it also given to you by Tonny Steck? And the old videotape? The voodoo doll on the bookshelf? The glasses left by that crazy Sam's grandfather that you bought online at a high price? "
"Oh my god! Sam's grandfather is really just a shoemaker. He has never been to the South Pole … Not even the North Pole! "
Chen Ang's expression was calm as he said, "Mine is real!"
"What?" Nick smiled and made a black question mark. jpg with an exaggerated expression, which was unique to black people.
"Mine is the real Captain Witwicky's glasses …" Chen Ang said calmly.
Nick's expression froze. He put on a serious expression and stared at Chen Ang. Just as the atmosphere between the two of them became more and more tense, the hunchbacked woman walked in silently with a pot of coffee. She seemed to be unaccustomed to the tense atmosphere in the room and the coffee pot shook.
At this time, Nick's face gradually revealed a sinister smile. Then, he grinned, revealing his white teeth. He pounded the table and laughed maniacally.
"Constantine … you always have such a sense of humor. Like a damned Englishman's dry sense of humor! "
The coffee on the table almost spilled out, but Nick ignored it. He turned to the hostess and said, "Madam, this is the map you drew when you were young. To be honest, it's not easy for me to deal with it!" Nick's mind flashed quickly. When the map sent by Chen Ang arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D., the agents were on high alert and there were many inspection items.
"Can you draw another one for me … I want to keep it as a souvenir!" Nick said calmly.
The hostess was at a loss. She subconsciously tightened her grip on the lace of her apron. Her hands tugged on the apron anxiously.
Mr. Luke reminded her indifferently, "Dear … Is there anything wrong with drawing it?"
Nick pretended to be surprised and said, "Did I offend you?"
The hostess said with great difficulty, "No … No!" She picked up a pen and scribbled on the white paper beside her. However, she could not draw well. In the end, she made a mess. Chen Ang stopped her and said, "Enough! Stop drawing … I'll give you the map! "
Nick's eyes widened and asked, "Then what will you use as a souvenir? Investigator Constantine? "
"Since you want it so much, why should I take it away from you?" Chen Ang said, "Anything is fine as a souvenir. I'm just accepting some worthless gifts from the beneficiaries. Whether or not those things have any other meaning, they are already very meaningful to me. My career has given them an extraordinary meaning! "
Only then did the male host Luke relax. He smiled and said, "As long as you want it, we can give you anything here as a gift!"
Chen Ang looked around and did not seem to see anything interesting.
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