"What are you talking about..."

In the room, Solan had just moved out all the coffee in the storage room and stacked it on the open space. Selena's laughter came from outside the room. It sounded like she was malicious, but Shirley didn't seem to be wronged. What were they talking about?

Solan wanted to eavesdrop, but in fact, if he really moved his ears, it would be no problem to be a distance between the inside and outside of the house. But he knew Selena, and the other party's counter-espionage ability was not comparable to that of himself. Even if he should listen without any trace, this woman could still find out with her strong intuition, which could not tolerate him being careless.

It doesn't take too long to carry coffee, but the bulk in the refrigerator is more troublesome. Fortunately, the Walker's family bought a super large double-door size, and there are a lot of coffee on the two doors. Solan was carrying four cans back and forth at a time, complaining in his heart that it would be great if someone could borrow his samurai sword at this time. Anyway, he had the strength, so he could just hold everything in half of the refrigerator at that time, and wouldn't he be able to just carry it away?

"I had known that I would have been able to rent a truck. I would have picked up the whole refrigerator, which made me go like this... have you finished talking?"

Sherry was the only one who returned to the house, and she was obviously worried. Solan walked to the door with four cans of coffee, but he did not see Selena outside the house.

"The chat is over." Shirley's voice was drifting. She flashed with bright eyes and said quietly: "Soran, don't you think she is right? You owe me a lot of explanations."

Sure enough, this was the case. Solan sighed softly again, and realized that the number of headaches he had suffered during this period was really better than the total in the past few years. Especially Shirley's current voice, he felt really uncomfortable hearing it, as if he had ruthlessly thrown her and countless times.

I really don’t know what they were talking about outside and what the hell Selena did.

He looked out the window and still didn't see Selena, but Lamborghini also stopped in place: "Well... it's not that I want to change the topic, Shirley, where are she?"

"Go away."

Shirley was still in that light voice and looked at Solan quietly. She was really like a love-loving woman facing the heartless man. Solan was about to have goose bumps all over her body, and she almost doubted her memory. Did he really sleep when did the other party sleep but didn't pay?

"So, Solan?"

Shirley asked softly: "Who is this Selena Quinn? The black cover file you showed me was given to you, right? Since you have dragged me to investigate the God-Selected Ones, shouldn't you introduce the information providers too?"

This is indeed a natural reason. Solan turned around and walked towards the refrigerator, feeling relieved: "I believe you can guess that she is indeed my ex-girlfriend. As for work...Sherley, do you still remember when we first got together, I suggest you try to apply for a job at CIA?"

Shirley's eyes widened a little: "Is she a CIA person?"

"It's almost the same." Solan picked up four cans of coffee again, turned around, and raised an eyebrow at Shirley: "You heard it right, what I gave is indeed an ambiguous answer. CIA, FBI, NSA, and even some other messy organizational organizations, just guess it. I can't tell the truth directly, this should be considered a secret, right?"

Very, very strong, very perfect reason. Shirley giggled: "Then I guess she is a Hydra?"

"Uh... Hydra..."

Solan bent down and four cans of coffee were placed at the door: "In terms of physical fitness alone, you can really say that she is the female version of Captain America. At least like in that movie, it is okay to jump directly into the sea from the plane. Of course..."

He stood up and turned around: "...she doesn't need any shit shield."

"You mean the Hydra version of Captain America..." Sherry's murmur seemed to be complaining, and then her eyes lit up and said, "By the way, she came from Gotham City, ah... by the way!"

The high volume suddenly started, and she suddenly realized: "Batman! Batman! I just thought about coming! Solan, you and Ms. Quinn, you should know the true identity of Batman!? I have seen the license plate, she and you... You are also considered superheroes in Gotham City!? Oh my God, Oh my God, wait a moment, wait a moment!"

Very obedient, Solan is indeed waiting.

At this time, Shirley was in a state of resentment, and after the relaxation just now, she fell into a state of almost crazy again. He didn't plan to say anything at this moment. Shirley was very excited. She was constantly circling around in the circle, muttering and talking nonstop. It was really no different from regular customers in the mental hospital. It would be fine when she calmed down. Solan carried four more cans of coffee and walked around Shirley carefully. No matter how excited she was, he would still continue to be a porter, right?

"Oh my goodness!"

Finally, Shirley finally calmed down. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Sorry, Solan, what happened in the past two days... I understand. It's okay if you don't teach me a big class. The amount of information is too large..."

"Long live the understanding, cheers." Solan raised a can of coffee dryly. Of course he didn't really want to drink it: "Don't forget that there is a guy wearing red shorts in New York City. Then during the war, there was a female hero who had sex with the Nazis. I also knew both of them, do you know?"

Shirley's face was flushed, excited and calm. She was constantly wandering between these two emotions. Then she found a sofa and sat down. Solan was still carrying coffee, and there were only the last few cans left in the refrigerator.

"Yes...yes...this is true, indeed."

She whispered: "The history teacher in high school told us that we should not look at one thing alone. I've been staring at you for the past two days... I've been staring at you for the past two days..."

"Zombies."

"Yes, you zombies...IZombie?"

"Smart zombies, you can understand this."

"Well, I've been watching you zombies these days, and I've forgotten that you came from Gotham City to serve. The mysterious Batman, the famous criminal clown, the Superman who often appears in New York, and even like you said, Wonder Woman..."

Shirley looked like her worldview was overturned, and her eyes were almost dull: "Oh my god... the world of superheroes... what am I? According to the story in "Marvel", what am I? Iron Man and Little Pepper? Captain America and Agent Carter? Even Thor and...ah!"

Solan looked at his nose and his nose, and said that he was counting coffee. Shirley could really give an example, but fortunately she realized that Iron Man and Little Pepper, Captain America and Agent Carter... Solan complained in his heart, why didn't she give examples directly from reality, Clark Kent and Louis, a reporter who suffers from habitual fall syndrome?

Well, of course she doesn't know Superman's true identity, otherwise Wayne's company would be the first to suffer.

"It's normal that you didn't realize it."

Seeing that Shirley was finally calmer, he said slowly: "You are just an ordinary college student, and I am a rich second-generation driving a supercar to school. Although you know I have money, you won't immediately associate the interpersonal circle with the old consortiums on the East Coast just because of a supercar."

"Your situation is an example of this. After all, the real world is not a movie that specializes in storytelling. Whether it is Superman or Batman, they don't hang out on the streets in tights every day, and they make global news headlines every day. People who are not in the same circle will certainly not immediately associate with that level, which is normal."

After the words came, Solan gently kicked the packs of boxes, and more than 80 cans of coffee were seven floors high, floating out of the door in an extremely light and landed steadily next to the newspaper box twenty feet away.

Shirley witnessed the whole process, nodded and said, "Incisive."

"Shame."

Solan held her laughter and patted her on the shoulder and said, "So Shirley, don't consider what is useful or not. Let's help me move the coffee first, but I didn't look... Oh, damn!"

After all, there were too many scattered goods. After accidentally, the zombie Solan fell and slapped the can. When Shirley saw this scene, she couldn't help laughing. After all, she deserved to be a non-human tribe. How could ordinary people have such great strength?

"Hey, wait!"

However, when a lot of coffee suddenly burst out of the broken can, Shirley was shocked to find that some other things were sprayed out!
Chapter completed!