American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Schiller's consideration of Peter's coming to live in was a little too superficial.

It is true that Spider-Man is kind, brave and determined, but at the same time, Peter also has the problems that big boys of this age have, such as day and night, indulging in games, not sleeping at night, and not getting up in the morning.

It may be the reason for the spider's mutation. Peter has a big appetite and is addicted to all kinds of American burgers and fried chicken. Schiller feels that if this goes on, he will become fat from spiders to crabs.

Schiller knocked on the edge of the pot and said, "Listen, I don't care how much stamina you have spent with Steve recently, but no human being can eat five pots of rice and then want to have another bucket of porridge. "

Peter put down his job, touched his stomach and said, "I never dreamed that I could eat so much food before. I suspect that there is a black hole in my stomach."

Matt limped through the door, his injury was not completely healed, Peter quickly stood up to help him, Matt said: "He is growing now, he should eat more, but boy, you have to promise me , After eating, hurry up to exercise, if you don't want to get fat into a ball, you'd better not stay in your room all day and play games."

Schiller also picked up Pikachu and said, "I guess it's you who broke Peter, whether it's eating so much in one go, or playing games with the controller every day..."

Pikachu retorted in a deadpool voice: "How can you blame me? This sticky boy is as thin as bean sprouts, and he is very good at games. Every time I play a **** fight with him, I have to let him One hand, and armed raids, you cut more onions in the morning than he will target the enemy..."

Before Pikachu could finish speaking, Peter covered his mouth, and Schiller said, "There is no more rice in the clinic, so I can only buy it tomorrow, so you can take care of your own dinner tonight."

Peter let out a whimper, and Schiller wiped the water droplets on his hands and said, "Not only your dinner, but mine too."

"Are we going out to eat?" Peter asked.

"Of course, and I have a good place. This is one of the entry benefits they provide me. I heard that the food there is not very delicious, but I must be full."

"Humph." Peter let out a contemptuous snort and said, "then they are still too young, I feel like I can swallow ten cows now."

The International Defense Headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. is located in New York. The entrance is in a phone booth not far from Manhattan, but after entering the phone booth, the elevator will turn around and don’t know where to go.

Schiller had a gray fog sensor system, and he vaguely felt that he was approaching the suburbs before the elevator stopped.

Schiller and Peter both got off the elevator, and Coulson stood in front of them to welcome them and said, "As you can see, welcome to the International Reception Center of SHIELD, which specializes in reception, all kinds of external employees of SHIELD. members, and a home for elite field agents."

Schiller looked at his watch and said, "I think you should honor the benefits written on the contract when you joined the company?"

"Yes, the staff canteen is always free, and coffee is also free, but the espresso here may not meet the standard you want. If you have high requirements for coffee, I can make a report to the head." Coulson smiled. said.

"No, no need." Schiller waved his hand and said, "I really don't have any hope for the coffee taste of people who like to drink a glass of water."

Coulson led Schiller and Peter through the hall, and then through the living area. The decoration here is not too heavy in sci-fi style, but more like a minimalist Nordic style. It also uses a lot of fabric decoration. It's quite comfortable.

Peter looked up and down, a little disappointed, and said, "I thought you would be working in an alien spaceship-like place."

"Uh... The International Defense Headquarters and some scientific research headquarters are like that, but this is just a reception center. It's a place for field agents to eat and rest. Do you think it's a good idea to stay in the alien spaceship 24 hours a day?"

Although Peter didn't answer, he could see that it really didn't quite meet his expectations for S.H.I.E.L.D.

Coulson is a person. He said: "If you officially join SHIELD, you will have the opportunity to go to the headquarters, which will surprise you."

Before Peter could ask, they came to the restaurant, which was a bit like science fiction, because there was no cook, but rows of food were placed on various conveyor belts and turned out from various windows.

"A buffet?" Schiller asked.

"General agents don't have much time to wait for the cook to cook, so it's all a buffet, but you can rest assured that dishes from all over the world can be found here, and they all taste pretty good."

"Exactly what I want," said Schiller.

Peter touched his stomach, and Schiller patted his shoulder and said, "Go, Peter, I think you can make them regret giving me this entry benefit."

Coulson smiled and said, "S.H.I.E.L.D. is not so poor that the agents can't get enough to eat. Go, kid, you can't eat as fast as the assembly line here."

Schiller smiled slightly.

Three hours later, Natasha took the phone and walked in through the door, she scolded the headache: "Don't you know I'm on a mission to follow Stark? ... Also, what nonsense are you talking about? God When has the Shield changed the contract? Is there any contract that we can't provide? Do you need me to come back and change it now?!"

While on the phone, she walked quickly to the restaurant. She pushed open the door and said, "Colson! Damn it, you better give me a valid reason, or I will definitely complain to the director that you interfere with my work..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the pile of plates in the middle of the dining room.

This is not an exaggerated adjective, but a fact. The entire ring-shaped restaurant is very large, about several thousand square meters, but at this time, the middle of the restaurant has been blocked. The reason is that there are a lot of plates in the middle, straight It reached the ceiling like a huge pyramid.

The pile of plates was at least three people tall, and dozens of people couldn't hold it with their hands, and looking at the situation on the field, it seemed that they hadn't finished eating.

Natasha stepped over a pile of food wreckage and patted a smoking food delivery robot, she said in shock: "What's wrong? Nick Fury is finally planning to raise dinosaurs in SHIELD?! "

Coulson leaned weakly on a bar and said, "The employee meal benefits in the contract should really be changed..."

Natasha looked up and down the pile of plates with her eyes and said, "I remember this one, but the employee himself can't bring outsiders, right? How many people did he bring? Shouldn't there be a company?"

Coulson stretched out his hand, and Natasha went around the stack of dishes and found that there were only two figures, two big and one small.

Peter had already lost the battle, leaning back on the chair and dozing off, Pikachu was slightly down, but he still threw the plates to the top of the plate mountain one after another.

Only Schiller, who has the gray fog, is not afraid of not being able to eat so much food, or he just packed the food into the gray fog and stored it, but it was decomposed and he didn't eat it at all.

To put it simply, he came here to buy goods.

Of course, Gray Mist was also very happy to eat some desserts with chocolate, syrup and pickled fruits. He ate at least dozens of kilograms. Schiller made an exception to let him drink a little bit of fear gas concentrate. At this moment, he In Schiller's mind, he happily recycles the magical Divine Comedy he learned on TV.

Natasha blinked, but she didn't say anything for a while.

"Hey, is the restaurant open? I just came back from a run, and there's basil beef tonight..."

As soon as Captain America opened the door, he was also stunned, and he said in shock: "I knew that decades ago, Nick told me that he wanted to raise elephants, but I didn't expect that he planned to achieve it now. This wish..."

Coulson didn't say a word, covered his face, raised his arm, Captain America also walked around the stack of plates, and saw the three people who had eaten their shells.

"Well..." Captain America pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, then looked at Natasha and said, "Don't tell me, they have eaten up all the food in the restaurant."

Natasha gave a smirk that didn't smile. She slapped the food delivery robot next to her on the head, and a panel popped up.

After reading it, she said, "Very well, we can now decide which restaurant to go to for dinner in New York, and by the way, consider where to eat tomorrow morning and tomorrow at noon."

Schiller stood up as if he was nothing, and said, "Thank you for your hospitality. I think the employee benefits here are really good. Unfortunately, today is a bit rushed. After all, I have a friend who is hungry. I have to pack some for him. Lunch Come here first."

Natasha stopped him and said, "Although S.H.I.E.L.D. can't afford to pay for the food, you have to give us some time to stock up when you eat here. During the stocking period, other agents can If you don't have anything to eat, do you have the heart to make your colleagues go hungry?"

Steve said, "Can't you see that? Of course he has the heart. He even has the heart to starve his friends, I was going to have a big steak, but it looks like I can't even eat a single french fries. "

Schiller snapped his fingers, Pikachu put down the last piece of beef patty, he jumped on Schiller's shoulder, Schiller said with a smile, "I have a good place to recommend to you, it's an entry benefit for my other job, Although the food there is not very tasty, you must be full."

Natasha and Steve narrowed their eyes together.

Five hours later, Stark looked at the pile of plates in the middle of his staff cafeteria. He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Jarvis spoke next to him, saying, "I don't think you want to hear the detailed food loss now, but I have to say that if no new food reserves arrive before 10 o'clock, then the whole company will be damaged tomorrow. The employees can only starve. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com”

Stark took a deep breath. He could already imagine that Pepper would be angry with him when he complained to a large number of employees tomorrow.

He was wearing battle armor, clanking through the stack of plates, then looked at a few people who were leaning over their chairs and turned their stomachs, and said, "Very well, you have caused Stark Industries to have its first food crisis in a hundred years. , if Pepper gets mad at me tomorrow, I'll definitely punch you all."

Schiller said, "Don't be nervous, we'll just go buy it."

"It's almost 9 o'clock now. Where do you ask the purchasing staff to buy things? And our transport trucks are out of service. How do we transport them when we buy them?"

"Please! A Captain America, two super agents, a Spider-Man and an Iron Man, can't you still carry a little food?"

Two hours later, everyone flew back in large and small bags.

Stark never dreamed that the first task of the superhero team was to go to the nearest supermarket, buy a lot of food, and then fly back alone carrying countless shopping bags.

Stark scolded while flying: "Damn it, don't let my fans see Iron Man's embarrassment, please, am I a nanny robot? Or a housewife rice cooker?"

Just as he finished speaking, a flash of light came on.

The next day, the front page headline of The New York Times was that Iron Man had more than a dozen large shopping bags hanging all over his body, and the two people behind him who were flying between tall buildings also hung big bags of various family-sized food.

And Pepper, she yelled at Stark from the top floor of the Stark Building: "You **** busy! The high-gluten flour you bought back made all the bread and cakes in employee meals look like rubber bands. Just as hard!!"