Chapter 3041

Facts have proved that although Carol has super hearing, she can't hear the conversation between the two people in the plane over the North Atlantic in the south pole, let alone the communication between the previous two LSPs.

Waiting for the construction of the space station of Tianjian Bureau in her hometown in Antarctica, she has been doing nothing recently.

The US air force is not as fussy as the army. They prefer to sit in the office drinking coffee and blowing the air conditioner. Unlike those bitter ha ha who want to make big news in the army, the air force is originally a "man in heaven".

When she heard that the death knell was looking for her, she joined the team without saying a word. She looked like she couldn't wait.

"Don't worry, guys, my cousin also said to let me find someone. I'm not familiar with him. It seems that his name is Rambo..." the waiter blocked Tony's eyes when he wanted to visit 'NATUN', took out a note from his pocket and looked at it: "Oh, Monica Rambo, his name is this, and the address is somewhere in the port area of New Orleans. Who knows this person?"

Carol wore her red and blue uniform, grabbed her gloves, smiled and lifted her long blond hair:

"I've heard of this person. She once fought against some minor crimes and was called 'Captain surprise' by the local media, but Nick Frey should have talked to some people, and then she changed her name to spectrum."

In this way, the competition for hero code is really fierce. Fortunately, his original rank is captain, which naturally occupies an advantage.

"Jarvis, help me search the information, Monica Rambo of New Orleans, Louisiana." Tony's method is obviously more convenient. Just investigate the s.h.i.e.l.d. database. Superpowers should be targeted by the black carbon head.

As a result, the details of Monica's ancestors of the 18th generation were projected by the war clothes in the next second.

"Well, the ancestors of the first ten generations were all black slaves, with a very ordinary African American background." The dead waiter stretched his neck to read the information, said and nodded: "the four generations after the civil war were worse than black slaves. They were all bottom workers, um, slaves of capital."

This is also common sense. Even the uneducated waiter knows that the civil war ended in the victory of the Yankees, and the southern states can only recognize Lincoln's emancipation act.

But what kind of liberation law? The United States is a federal country. Different states have different feelings here.

Louisiana, as the southernmost state and the mouth of the Mississippi River, used to be an important producer of coal and sugar cane in the United States. These jobs were naturally done by black slaves.

The slaves were liberated, but the slave owners just threw them out of plantations and mines and let them into factories.

In the past, it was the master's whip that taught them, but after the liberation of the slaves, it was the factory director's whip. Maybe it's better?

Anyway, I can get a few dollars a month. Finally, I don't have to eat at the owner's house. I can buy my own pot, buy vegetables and cook outside.

Thinking, the dead waiter suddenly sang the classic Southern Song Susanna, as if he had become a black man. He got on the ferry from Alabama and was going to Louisiana to meet his sweetheart with a banjo.

As a result, I got on the ship and encountered an electric motor Explosion. I reimbursed 500 niggers at one go, just like it was sung in the song.

Thinking of this, he swallowed his saliva and winked at the place where there was no one: "I suddenly want to drink milk tea and honey snow ice city."

Tony didn't care about the waiter's abnormal performance from time to time. He continued to look at the background information of the spectrographer. Her great grandfather once joined the army in World War II, or the Eighth Army division where Bucky once stayed.

After the war, I got some veterans' money, which was regarded as buying a house back home and finding a job in the fire department.

Blacks get married and have children early. Howard only had Tony in his later years, but the Lambert family has passed on four generations at the same time, and almost all generations are firefighters.

As a girl, Monica was inconvenient to enter the male atmosphere business of the fire department, so she joined the port patrol of New Orleans port and became a policeman with the help of her family.

If you look at your resume again, you can see that you are a prick. You are often suspended because you don't obey the orders of your boss, but you will be reinstated in a few days. It's more like a workaholic who is forced to take a vacation by the leader.

She has a good interpersonal relationship and many subordinates love her very much.

"She has a warm and generous personality and is jealous of evil. She once went to battle in a vacuum because someone asked her for help outside her home in the middle of the night. She only wore a silk nightgown and went to the street to fight with the gang... Wait, Jarvis, is this really the file of the Divine Shield bureau?"

Tony, who unconsciously read the report, tilted his head and showed a black question mark. S.h.i.e.l.l.d. information should be recorded seriously, but what's the matter with the photos of the shooting scene and the street surveillance video?

"The taste is too light and boring. However, I don't quite understand where she works." The waiter, who lost interest after glancing at the picture, looked at Carol with his fingers and asked, "what kind of organization is the port patrol? One of the coast guard? "

Monica is beautiful among blacks and has a good figure, but like Carol, she has a strong strength like a female soldier, which is not Wade's dish.

Taking Chinese as an example, this kind of strength is like being two lengs and not very smart.

"No, the coast guard belongs to the Department of homeland security, which is almost an army, but the port patrol belongs to the police system." Captain surprised was very clear about this. After all, she was also a member of the army. In order to facilitate the uneducated dead waiter to understand, she kindly stretched out her hands and gesticulated: "you can regard them as the police who sail to work and patrol, or the marine police."

The dead waiter understood. He hammered his palm with his fist: "those policemen who drive a small speedboat and arrest unlicensed fishermen along the river."

In the United States, whether hunting or fishing, you have to apply for certificates unless you are in your own territory.

Deer hunting requires a deer hunting certificate, and wolf hunting has a wolf hunting certificate. They all have different certificates in different seasons every year, and the same is true for fishing.

Fishing license is generally only 30 dollars, but some people are not willing to spend the money. Fishing without a license will be arrested and fined.

"It's almost understandable that catching people fishing without a license is one of the important responsibilities of the marine police, just like the New York patrol sticking tickets to cars on the street." Carol heard Joe's depressed scream from the barn behind her. Her face turned red and took the dead waiter and iron man to the distance: "but look at the information, Monica is a police inspector and her ability should be good."

"Is your family slaughtering livestock? Interestingly, when I was in college, I stole a pig and carried it to the roof of the school ballroom with a hot-air balloon for airdrop. At that time, the senior was having a graduation party. You can't imagine the expressions of those old professors. I really miss them. "

But Tony heard it. He became interested and pointed to the barn:

"It seems that I heard the sound of killing pigs. Maybe I can help you make a set of automatic pig killing assembly line. Let me visit the site first..."

"Don't look! You heard me wrong! Let's go now to New Orleans. " Without saying a word, Carol grabbed the waiter's neck and shook his head. "Let's go."

"Well, I'm dying. I can't breathe! Oh, Susanna, don't cry for me. I'm from Alabama with my banjo on my knee... "

The death waiter was unwilling to give up the stem. One second he was strangled and looked like he was going to die, but the next second he began to sing with BGM, really imitating the southern accent of black slaves.

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