Chapter 160 Prelude
Along the way, Steve's tall and straight figure was particularly eye-catching.
The passers-by who saw Steve had different reactions.
Some passers-by nodded slightly and nodded to Steve to express their respect to Steve.
Some passers-by instantly turned into crazy fans, screaming excitedly, with excitement and joy on their faces.
These people quickly gathered around, took out paper and pen, and asked Steve for an autograph.
Others couldn't wait to raise their mobile phones or cameras, wanting to take a photo with Steve and record this unforgettable moment.
Just then, a bold girl came forward with a red face. Her eyes were shining, and she looked at Steve with expectation.
"Steve, can you join our party?"
The girl's voice was crisp and pleasant, with a hint of nervousness and shyness.
However, Steve showed a gentle smile and politely rejected her invitation.
"I'm sorry, I have something to do now and can't join your party. I hope you have fun."
After dealing with these crazy fans, Steve took Wes into a secluded path.
This path is far away from the noisy crowd and seems particularly quiet.
After opening the conversation again, Steve's voice seems particularly clear in this quiet environment.
"I heard that you are an orphan," Steve apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm just curious about how you left New York to live alone at that age."
"Ah, a magic school accepted me." Weiss said lightly.
"Is there really a magic school?" A hint of surprise flashed in Steve's eyes.
"Of course, I'm not born with magic." Weiss replied with a smile.
The two walked into a restaurant with a sense of age. As soon as they stepped into it, it seemed as if they had returned to the 1970s and 1980s.
The decoration of the restaurant is full of retro atmosphere, wooden tables and chairs, yellowed photos, and ancient chandeliers, everything makes people feel the precipitation of time.
The overall atmosphere is very warm, and people's mood can't help but relax.
It can be seen that Steve is a familiar customer of this store. The moment they stepped into the door, the shop assistants in the store immediately showed a friendly smile on their faces and greeted Steve one after another.
Some shop assistants greeted enthusiastically: "Steve, I haven't seen you for a long time."
Other shop assistants smiled and joked: "You brought new friends today."
When the customers around saw Steve, they just nodded and were already accustomed to his arrival.
"You must try the apple pie here." Steve recommended enthusiastically as if this apple pie was a rare delicacy in the world.
Wes looked at Steve's enthusiasm, smiled and nodded, and ordered a portion according to Stephen's dishes.
After a while, the dishes were served.
Wes picked up the cutlery, cut a piece of apple pie and put it in his mouth.
Instantly, the rich apple fragrance spread in his mouth, the fragrance was mellow and lasting, making people feel as if they were in an apple orchard.
The sweetness of the apple pie was also just right, not too sweet, and people could taste the natural sweetness of the apple.
Wes tasted it carefully and had to admit that it tasted really good.
"Very good." Wes gave a good review.
Hearing Wes's praise, Steve was happier than the chef, and his face was filled with a satisfied smile.
It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when the two came, and there were not many people in the store at this time.
They sat in a quiet corner, enjoying this moment of tranquility.
As time passed, other customers left one after another.
When they finished eating, they were the only guests left at the table.
The restaurant seemed particularly quiet, with only the slight sound of tableware colliding and their conversations.
"Just say whatever you want to say." Wes looked at Steve, he knew that Steve couldn't just invite him to dinner.
Steve hesitated for a moment, then said: "That scepter?"
Wes answered without hesitation: "It's indeed here."
Steve said expectantly: "Can't we both take a step back?"
Wes shook his head firmly: "Impossible."
Steve sighed helplessly, he knew that this matter would hardly have room for maneuver.
"Steve, I'll give you a piece of advice, SHIELD and this country are not worth your life." Wes's tone was serious and earnest.
After saying this, he stood up and walked out of the restaurant.
Before leaving, he looked back at Steve and said, "Tell them that I won't hold back."
The firm eyes and resolute words made Steve feel Wes's determination.
No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!
Steve sat there quietly, watching Wes's back as he left, his heart full of helplessness and worry.
He knew that an inevitable conflict was coming.
Wes walked out of the restaurant slowly. The moment he stepped out of the restaurant, his keen intuition made him instantly aware that more than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at him closely. That
The vague gaze, like a ghost in the dark, although it was hidden very cleverly, still couldn't escape Wes's perception.
【I can't hold it back so soon, I'm really anxious. 】
Wes thought secretly in his heart, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible sneer.
Wes pretended not to notice them and walked onto the street as if nothing had happened.
His pace was neither fast nor slow, like an ordinary pedestrian enjoying the afternoon sun.
Those who were staring at Wes were cautiously falling behind, their movements were extremely cautious, trying not to attract Wes's attention.
Judging from their movements and tracking techniques, each of them had undergone professional and rigorous training.
Their steps were light and steady, their eyes were focused and alert, and they were always paying attention to Wes's every move.
Sometimes they scattered, sometimes they gathered together, and they cooperated tacitly, obviously after a long period of running-in.
However, in Wes's eyes, they were so ridiculous.
In his eyes, these people's tracking techniques were as childish as children's games.
[Find a place to deal with them. ]
Wes decided secretly in his heart.
The bustling streets of New York are not suitable for fighting, and the streets with people coming and going will cause unnecessary trouble.
So, Wes walked further and further away, gradually away from the bustling city.
Finally, Wes came to the Clinton District, which has a more famous name-"Hell's Kitchen".
This is the most chaotic and dangerous place in New York.
The streets are filled with a depressing atmosphere, the dilapidated buildings are crumbling, and the walls are covered with graffiti and mottled marks.
Even the police are reluctant to patrol here, because there are gangs everywhere and crimes happen every minute.
The people living here seem to be abandoned by the whole world, and the New York government even treats this place as non-existent.
The reconstruction work here is progressing very slowly, relying entirely on the hard work of the people in Hell's Kitchen.
There are ruins everywhere, telling of the countless violence and destruction that have been experienced here.
