msmithbooks Chapter 146 The Paper Pigeon Messenger
Chapter 146 The Paper Pigeon Messenger
The snow truck threw a beautiful and sharp arc in the snow, and then stopped in front of a lush forest.
Even though he was wearing a jacket, the man with a dignified look opened the car door and jumped out. On the other side, Cassandra also jumped out of the car and tugged on her collar.
Afterwards, I walked to the back of the car, and looked at the boys who had rolled into a ball at some point, you were stacking me and I was stacking you, and it took me a long time to utter a word, "Heh."
Dick, who was at the bottom of the blanket, stretched out an arm with difficulty, and the arc of his fingers showed his silent cry.
Ivan quickly removed his body from the crowd, and jumped off the truck almost as if fleeing.
too difficult!It's really hard to survive in this house!
There is a dangerous atmosphere everywhere here, and if you don't pay attention, you will be involved in inexplicable disputes!
Bruce stood by the car, "Take off the chainsaw."
Yes, there is a chainsaw in the open-air compartment at the back, but Ivan put it away because he was worried that the chainsaw would squeeze their squatting space.
At this moment, he heard Bruce's words, trotted over, and took the chainsaw out of the warehouse, "Father, you are not driving very stably." Just the last drift, it was the brothers who piled up into a mountain. direct cause.
The man didn't say anything to refute his newly acquired label, but ticked the corner of his mouth, "Is there a tree you like?"
It's an obvious way to change the subject, but it's damn effective.
Ivan immediately followed Bruce's raised hand and looked over. It was a lush forest, and the trees in one area were obviously much shorter than other tall trees, but that shape seemed to have the potential to become a Christmas tree.
Kind of hard to choose.
"We come here every year to plant some." Bruce explained, "In this way, you don't need to look for other places, and you can also use it for burning fireplaces."
Ivan nodded, he had already been attracted by the beautiful little trees in the vast white world, and now he was thinking about which one to choose.
There are quite a few people like him. In fact, everyone is more or less different in aesthetics, so it is only natural that the trees they fancy are different.
Bruce also wanted to explain to his little son how to choose a perfect Christmas tree to his youngest son who didn't quite understand it. This was based on the height of the tree, the shape of the tree, the strength of the branches and the smell of the pine branches. Then it needs to be sawn down perfectly, every step is very important.
In a blink of an eye, his youngest son had been taken away by the second son. The two brothers murmured together. Jason squatted in front of a tree and pointed, probably explaining to Ivan how to choose a Christmas tree.
Jason: "Look at the footprints, I'm sure there are squirrels in this area!"
Ivan's eyes sparkled, "Oh oh oh! A winter squirrel!"
Jason felt that Ivan seemed a little too excited, but after thinking about it, he himself was also extremely excited now, so he didn't care, and continued to talk to Ivan about some little creatures living in the forest on Wayne Island. People talk and listen to each other, and communicate a little bit from time to time.
The topic was normal from the beginning, but then it turned to what to do when encountering wild boars in the wild.
"Heh!" Damian, who passed by here at some point, sneered, and the child let out a breath of white air, "If you will be troubled by wild boars, you must never say that you are part of the Wayne family when you go out."
Ivan nodded, "That's for sure, a wild boar just sucked."
Jason followed with a smile, "We're fine, the wild boar just had an extra meal."
Just as they were talking, the sound of a chainsaw not far away rang out, and the three of them didn't care about wild boars or not, and ran towards Bruce one by one.
The man is holding the chainsaw high at the moment, wearing goggles on his face, the sound of the operation of the chainsaw sounds very piercing to the eardrums, especially when he bends down and touches the chainsaw with the trunk of the foreign pine.
Ivan watched the sawdust being brought out from the incision, and then splashed into the surrounding snow. The faint pine fragrance in the air was much stronger, not particularly strong, and it gave people a very relaxing feeling.
Jason muttered, "Didn't the old man tell us to choose?"
Tim crossed his arms with both hands, and didn't turn his head when he heard the words, "Because Batman has a veto."
Because he and Damian chose different trees, a small dispute broke out accidentally, and Dick failed to coordinate in the middle, so Bruce rejected both of their proposals, and Jason and Ivan were still there Pointing under the tree, and simply don't count on them, so Bruce went out and chose one.
There is no need to elaborate on the tortuous process. In the Wayne family, this explanation is enough.
Jason didn't want to get too entangled in this issue, so he simply shrugged his shoulders and became the last person to help lift the tree onto the snow truck.
The green foreign pine was thrown in the trunk of the car, and the snow on it had been scattered when it was sawed down, and now it looks very energetic.
Ivan watched them tidy up the Yangsong, and jumped into the carriage one by one again, and took over the chainsaw from Bruce as soon as his eyes rolled, and took the things back to the warehouse. When he came over, he immediately turned his head and ran away.
The footsteps are light and fast, and the whole person looks light and light, but only left a series of shallow marks on the snow, which can be seen at a glance that they have not stepped on the ground, and they are also fast.
Ivan: Run first!Whoever wants to take this open-air VIP car seat!He is a rebellious and disharmonious member of the family today!
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Peter has worked in the Stark Group as an intern for a long time, but compared to an ordinary person who entered the company seriously and started from small things step by step, in the eyes of others, he is more like being favored by the boss. A backdoor player who will rise.
But he doesn't care much about these. He completes the work seriously, and strives to get paid with his own hands, hoping to reduce the burden of living expenses at home. It's not that he has experienced the contempt of others, but he knows clearly What do you want.
Stark Group is a large enterprise, although the pressure of internal competition is relatively high, but Tony Stark, the boss, has a very free and easy personality. With a big wave of his hand, he directly gave the employees a three-day vacation.
Regarding this point, although his assistant, Miss Pepper, knew that taking an extra day off would cause Stark to lose part of his income, she did not refuse.
Peter was woken up by the banging of glass windows on the morning of Christmas Eve during the holiday.
His room is upstairs.
The spider sensor didn't work, so it shouldn't be an enemy or something threatening. Peter, who played a game with his friends the night before, barely opened one eye, and his facial features were a little distorted.
The big boy sat up from the bed and got out of the bed. When he passed the hammock, he tilted his body and pushed the hammock. The blond boy curled up in it and soundly asleep let out a dissatisfied mutter.
Peter rubbed his eyes, walked to the window, and then opened the curtains. What he saw was thick snow, falling down in a rustle. Besides, there was a... pigeon?
The white dove made of paper is so weird, keep looking.
Beautiful ribbons are hooked on the white dove's slender paws, and a palm-sized box is adorned underneath.
Peter blinked. Through a layer of glass, the white pigeon made of paper seemed to sense something, and became more irritable, and the sound of pounding the glass became louder.
"Peter! Did something happen upstairs?" Aunt Mei's voice from downstairs floated up from a distance, and at the same time, there was also a faint smell of food.
Peter hurriedly opened the window. He had already guessed whose handwriting it was. Among the people he knew, Ivan was probably the only one who would do this. At the same time, he raised his voice and answered Aunt Mei, "It's nothing. ! Just a bird!"
As a result, there was no movement downstairs, but Harry, who was sleeping in the hammock, was completely awake. The handsome blond boy grabbed a handful of hair helplessly, and rolled over from the hammock while yawning. There was no family in his house. When he received an invitation from his friend, he agreed.
After all, after his physical problems were resolved, his relationship with Peter was much better than before. Both of them knew each other's secret identities, and they were still close friends, so he would occasionally stay at Peter's house. Aunt May was already very familiar with him. After a long time, he will be loved as a junior, and he also has a small gift that he wants to give this kind elder.
"What is it?" he asked.
A white paper pigeon flew in from the opened window. In front of Peter, the paper claw suddenly loosened, and the ribbon that was originally hooked on it suddenly loosened. Peter quickly reached out to catch the fallen cardboard box. , haven't reacted yet.
The white pigeon suddenly exploded into colorful fireworks in front of his eyes, and a little spark came out.
Harry was alert at first, then he was taken aback, "Is it Ivan?"
Peter shook his hand to disperse the smoke in front of him, put his finger on the greeting card outside the gift box and opened it, then nodded, "It was him, he said it was a surprise, based on the coordinates of the permanent residence, it is normal for the pigeon to explode himself."
Harry's eyes flashed. Given his relationship with Ivan, that guy must have given a gift, "Then shall we go to my place today?" Since the gift was given according to his permanent address, it is very likely It was sent directly to his house, and he stayed at Peter's house last night.
Then he shivered and shouted to Peter to close the window.
After closing the window, Peter fiddled with the gift box, torn between opening it now and tonight, but in the end he was defeated by his own curiosity and Harry's.
The red and green Christmas-style box was a little heavy. After the box was opened, a stack of black bat darts was quietly placed inside.
Peter picked up the top one. There were slight scratches on this batarang, which was obviously used. He turned it over and saw the beautiful cursive characters on it at a glance.
After checking the remaining bat darts one by one, the big boy was in a daze.
This is him, did he collect all the Batfamily's real-life merchandise all at once? !
Just, who doesn't like Batman!
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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! !
不行，还是得快把这部分写完，也就写那么一两个人的反应哈，下一章应该可以把圣诞节写完。感谢在2022-09-1002:27:38~2022-09-1101:57:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: we dare not ask one;
Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 516150741;
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