As a young but skilled top killer, the purple-haired little loli is well aware of the importance of firepower, and the destructive power of extraordinary abilities is obviously better than that of firearms.

This is just a matter of focusing on the daily show of the famous hero group, "Super Seven", and you can clearly feel it.

No matter how fierce the firepower is, in front of the motherland, Queen Maeve, he is not much stronger than a weak chicken.

The purple-haired little loli was very envious. If she had such strength, she could kill her mother directly and kill all the gangsters who killed her mother.

However, the young Loli is also very clear that there is no free lunch in the world. If she wants to gain powerful extraordinary abilities, she will have to pay the same price.

Bai Jinglan and the so-called admission invitation appeared were so strange. Whether it was a super-killer girl or a big father, they kept a stalemate about it.

So the little loli didn't say agree or refused. She casually tried to make a move, turned around and ran away.

Bai Jinglan didn't care either. The enrollment activities have been handed over to Professor X and Wolverine. With Professor X's rich experience, he will definitely be able to settle the father and daughter.

Steve wiped the blood from his clothes and his eyes were chasing the leaving little loli.

After Mindy's figure disappeared into the alley, he turned his head, looked at Bai Jinglan seriously, and asked, "Mr. White, do your school still need staff? Well, I don't have the ability to be a teacher, just be a school worker."

After experiencing the previous scenes, he found that he could still use some of his remaining energy, at least to help these children who have deviated from their personality to re-establish a correct outlook on life.

Colson frozes: "Captain..."

Steve interrupted him and said, "Agent Colson, I have decided to retire, but don't worry, I will help solve the Hydra before I retire."

“…”

Colson opened his mouth and finally sighed.

From the perspective of fans, he certainly hopes that Captain America will always be active on the front line and become a spiritual symbol of the United States. But from the perspective of his friends, he knows that Captain America has paid too much for his dreams, and he should have his own life.

Bai Jinglan smiled and said, "You are coming to the school, of course I welcome you."

He paused before continuing, "Oh, I can also give you a benefit... Agent Carter is old and will die in about two or three years. If she wants, I can create a young body for her so that you can relive the scenery of your youth."

Steve's eyes lit up suddenly: "Really can?"

"certainly."

Bai Jinglan shrugged, "This is the welfare of school teachers and staff."

"I'll go see Peggy and ask her what she means, if she wants..."

Steve thought for a moment, and suddenly became a little panicked.

For him, his relationship with Agent Carter was still yesterday, and for Agent Carter, nearly seventy years have passed, and things have changed. He is not sure whether his lover, who was once unforgettable, still remembers his past relationship.

"Although I haven't seen Agent Carter, I don't think she has forgotten you."

Bai Jinglan shook his head and smiled, pointing to the small shop on the corner of the street, "You haven't eaten in decades. Are you interested in trying Chinese food?"

Steve was stunned for a moment, looking at the Chinese restaurant on the corner of the street, and then looking at the blood-stained clothes: "I think I should change my clothes first."

Not only is his outfit not bad, but his style is also from the 1930s and 1940s. He always feels out of place when walking on the street.

“No need.”

Bai Jinglan raised his finger and flicked it casually. Steve's clothes suddenly blew like the wind, causing a thin layer of ripples.

When the ripples calmed down, his retro costume had all changed.

T-shirts, jeans, sneakers, very ordinary outfits, and very modern outfits.

"Wow... your magic is really amazing?"

Steve pursed his lips, "I suddenly remembered a question, has the magician existed for a long time?"

Bai Jinglan: "It took longer than human civilization."

Steve: "So, there were magicians during World War I and World War II?"

Bai Jinglan said: "Of course."

Steve couldn't help saying: "In the two world wars, the death toll exceeded 200 million. The magician has such powerful power, why not stop it?"

"Because the magician's enemy is not in the material world, and..."

Bai Jinglan glanced at him and jokingly said, "Do you think it would be a good thing for the magic world to intervene in secular power?"

Steve frowned and said nothing more.

While talking, the three of them had already walked into the restaurant.

This restaurant is not large in size, but it is definitely not small, with more than 20 tables, 100% cinema style, but because the time is getting late, there are not many guests eating.

Bai Jinglan found a table, took the menu and scanned it. He also reported the name of the dish and spit out a string of dishes.

"Boss, Yipin pot, sea cucumber with scallions, nine-turn large intestine, mullet egg soup, and this, this, this... all of them are all."

For him who can absorb cosmic energy, food is no longer a necessity, but now it is more about satisfying his appetite.

"Customer, look... it's quite late, we're going to close."

Looking at the long string of dishes, the Chinese boss felt a little embarrassed.

All these dishes are cooked once, probably until late at night.

Also, three people eat more than a dozen dishes, aren’t they afraid of being overwhelmed?

Bai Jinglan looked at him and suddenly smiled: "I have a premonition that you can't close today."

The boss didn't understand why, and just wanted to persuade him for a few more words, the guest at the other table waved: "Boss, pay."

"Here you come."

The boss hesitated for a moment, and handed over the menu to the chef, and then went to check out the bill for several guests.

The restaurant serves very fast and tastes very authentic. Unfortunately, Steve is too worried. He eats everything and tastes like wax. Colson doesn't have much mood to eat. He keeps whining indirectly trying to get Steve to dispel his retirement plan.

Only Bai Jinglan had a good appetite and swept away most of the dishes on the table.

In addition to Bai Jinglan and the other two, the last table also left.

After the Chinese boss settled the bill, he personally sent them out of the door and greeted enthusiastically, "Thank you for coming here, I'm very happy to see you again."

He hung the "close" sign on the door, turned around and walked for less than two steps, and saw a group of people breaking in in panic.

"Sorry, we're closed."

However, no one paid attention to him.

The handsome man who wrapped his gray scarf around his eyes reminded: "We have to turn off the light."

"How do you know the light is on?" the only lady asked curiously.

The boss was confused and raised his voice a little further: "I said, we're closed..."

The blonde and blue-eyed white young man in suit and tie hurriedly stopped him and said anxiously: "We need a place to hide."

The boss also realized that these people were not guests and said bluntly: "Then change the place, I'm going to call the police..."

"No!" The strong black man standing by the window observing the outside raised his hand and said seriously, "You will put the police in danger..."

"I don't want to explain!"

The slender girl replied coldly, pressing her hands on the wooden cabinet where the decorations are placed by the window, easily lifting up hundreds of pounds of things and blocking them behind the glass door.

At this moment, the boss dared not speak.

With his small body, he could not withstand the tomboy's divine power, so he would probably be broken in an instant.

The white young man also said in surprise: "She is so strong."

"Sir, this is protecting you, we have to make this store look closed."

The young man with his eyes said, lowering the curtains and locking them, and the boss was speechless: "It's indeed closed!"

"We are not bad guys, and we won't hurt you, don't worry..." The white young man persuaded the boss in fluent Chinese, and suddenly took out a black card from his pocket, "Otherwise, wouldn't this be fine? You let us hide here for a night, and I'll help you pay the rent for half a year."

“…”

The boss was stagnant. This place is Manhattan. Although it is not the central area, the rent for half a year is still not a small amount, almost equivalent to the three-month turnover of a restaurant.

"make a deal?"

Seeing the boss's expression change, the white young man's face immediately became happy, "Just do something for us, um... just follow the dishes of those gentlemen."

"……All right!"

The boss struggled for a while, but still agreed.
Chapter completed!