Chapter 222 Thor! Give it to me! ! (superior)

For Sherlock, the word "home away from home" was originally just an idiom in a textbook. It describes entertaining guests as if they were letting the guests go home. The hospitality is thoughtful.

But now Sherlock can say that he has experienced firsthand what it means to feel at home.

The cause of the matter starts with sending Tony away.

Sherlock originally planned to drive back to New York, but the vehicle was destroyed halfway. The key is that even the wreckage could not be found.

But who is Sherlock? He is a pure man who spits out foam but sticks to his nails. If he says he wants to drive back, then he must drive back. Isn’t it just a car?

Now it’s not as unaffordable as it was before time travel, just buy one!

As for what to buy? No need to think about it? Ford Raptor!

First, Sherlock was a big fan of the Raptor before he traveled through time. After actually driving the Raptor in time travel, he fell in love with the car even more.

This poor place like Beacon can be said to be a large rural area with vast land and sparsely populated areas. The difficulties of parking and traveling for a full-size pickup truck like the Raptor in China simply do not exist here.

After all, in a land about the same size as China, there are only 3.33 million people. You can imagine how empty it is.

And the most important thing is that this thing is big! The interior space of ordinary cars and sports cars is not as big as this thing!

And this thing isn’t just big, it’s tall and big! No man can resist something tall and big!

The second point, which can also be said to be the most critical point, is that Sherlock and the Raptor are on a par with each other. So far, Sherlock has bought three Raptors, including the one he is about to buy. The fourth one.

Good guy, other people's cars are daily necessities, but Sherlock's car is a consumable, right? Why? Why is it that I am suitable for the Raptor model? Is there really no car that will die well?

Sherlock would never admit this! There is a time in life for bullshit, but there is no time in life. Don’t force it! I, Sherlock, don’t believe in evil! It’s time to change your destiny against the will of heaven!

Just kidding, I’ve already worn time travel, and I know magic, how can I still be afraid of this?

So, with a feeling of despair, Sherlock stepped into the Ford sales store in Washington the next day.

It was originally just an ordinary car-buying trip, but after Sherlock revealed his identity and the manager of the Ford sales point learned about Sherlock's purchase record, that guy's eyes turned green!

Big customer! A real big customer! This thing is not a customer, this is my dad!

As a result, Sherlock really experienced the feeling of being a father. Even Sherlock felt that if he wanted to, the manager could even let him buy the car without even having to put his feet down.

Of course, Sherlock ultimately declined the Raptor derivatives and limited edition models that the manager tried so hard to promote.

In the end, because of the manager's enthusiastic service, I swiped my card and purchased two regular versions of the Raptor. One drove back to New York by myself, and the other asked the manager to find a truck to take him back!

What? Why did Sherlock only buy two regular versions of the Birds of Prey?

Because it hurts!

Her mother-in-law Sherlock is a little scared too! Ordinary Raptors are also consumed. God knows how distressed Sherlock was when the Shelby Raptor Baja Edition rolled over.

What was damaged was not Sherlock's car, but Sherlock's heart!

When he thought of this, Sherlock couldn't help but spat at Bucky fiercely. Sherlock remembered this account and will definitely come back with revenge when you wake up!

So, with the owner of the car sales shop and his employees lining up to see him off, Sherlock drove his newly bought car on his way home with a strange look on his face.

It was normal at the beginning. The vast land and sparse population on the lighthouse side of the road can be said to be vividly reflected. Outside the center of Washington, Sherlock has never seen a tall building.

Even after running on the national highway leading to New York, apart from the passing vehicles, no one could be seen. Occasionally, one or two dilapidated houses could be seen between the trees.

What? Why not take the highway? Just kidding, although there are no tolls on the expressway here, how can the scenery on the expressway be as beautiful as the national highway? What's more, Sherlock himself wasn't in a hurry, just treating it as a trip to relieve his mood after the war.

But what Sherlock never expected was that he was enjoying the scenery around the road carefree, but someone just didn't want Sherlock to be so leisurely.

Just as Sherlock was happily driving his new car on the road, a colorful beam of light enveloped Sherlock's car in an instant.

It was so painful that Sherlock couldn't open his eyes. When Sherlock could see his surroundings again, he found that he had arrived at the gate of Asgard's Rainbow Bridge.

Heimdall held the giant sword in both hands, like a sculpture, standing in front of Sherlock's car with a blank expression.

Behind Heimdall, there was Thor with a mean smile. At this time, Thor was very happy after seeing Sherlock, and he immediately came out from behind Heimdall and had a fight with Sherlock. call.

Sherlock, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at the new car he had just bought. Before it had even passed 300 kilometers, the paint on the entire car was no longer the original paint. It felt painful in his heart.

At this moment, Sherlock could be said to be filled with anger and fear. He immediately opened the car door and jumped out without any hesitation, roaring towards Thor.

"Thor! You bastard! Give me a fuck!!!!"

It seemed that he was startled by Sherlock's brutal charge, but soon Thor, an Asgardian warrior, reacted. It was not known whether Thor was really missing a string in his head.

Thor thought Sherlock was too excited to see him and wanted to have a physical fight with him! Well, I never thought about the damage to Sherlock's car.

So he didn't care what Sherlock was roaring, he laughed and went up to him.

The two of them were like fighting children almost instantly, wrestling on the ground.

Looking at the two people struggling on the ground, Heimdall looked at the bird of prey next to him that had the unique pattern of Asgard's Rainbow Bridge printed on its paint, and rolled his eyes helplessly.

Well, after all, he is his own cub, so he is used to it.

Silently holding his giant sword, he returned to his stand, inserted the giant sword into its fixed position on the stand, and stood up calmly.

As for the two people twisted together on the ground, well, just ignore it. Anyway, Thor's naive image in Asgard is not a day or two, and he is used to it.