Chapter 8： A peaceful life is fleeting

"Hello, this is Sharon Carter. Well, you can directly call me Sharon. We are about the same age. I think it's a bit strange to call me aunt."

reached out and shook Sharon's hand, Abel smiled and said, "Sharon, hello! My name is Abel, Abel Shaw, you can just call me Abel."

I haven't seen a distant relative who has almost lost contact in seven or eight years. It's really surprising how my mother suddenly contacted me again.

"Okay, let's hurry up and eat."

Terea greeted Abel and Sharon to sit down for dinner. Abel was used to Terea’s cooking skills, but it was the first time that Sharon ate it. At that time, she was shocked and almost took her own He swallowed his tongue, praised again and again, and after eating the dessert, he collapsed on the chair with his belly and a happy smile on his face.

"Triea, your cooking skills are so good, you deserve to be a chef with three Michelin stars."

Treya had heard this many times, but when she heard Sharon praise her so, Treya still felt very happy, and the two chatted again.

Abel sat aside, drank the digestive tea, frowning slightly.

Abel is really familiar with the name Sharon Carter, but I can't remember exactly why he is familiar with him.

Before coming to this world, he spent more than ten years in the magical world of the previous life. Except for some important memories, most of the remaining memories are only roughly left, unless he can make a meditation basin to blur himself. The memory was extracted and then watched.

Of course, even if the magic wand has not been successfully made, it is a fantasy to make a meditation basin. Moreover, taking a step back, Abel doesn’t know much about making the meditation basin. He is indeed known for his erudition in his previous life. , But I don’t know everything.

Forget it, it’s a big deal. I just want to guard it. If she has no purpose, then it doesn’t matter, but if she has any purpose, I will take action immediately, not let her hurt my mother.

"Sharon, stay here tonight, there are rooms available."

waved his hand, Sharon said, "No, I will have class early in the morning, and I will definitely disturb you when I have a holiday."

"Then I will drive you to the subway station, after all, it is not too early."

"Well... it's fine, then I will trouble you."

"it's OK."

Triya greeted Abel, put on clothes and went out with Sharon, and drove her to the subway station.

Abel simply cleaned the table and put the dishes, knives and forks in the sink. As for why the dishwasher is not used, Treya, who is a three-star Michelin chef, said that the dishwasher is not clean, so even it is washed. It’s not clean either. All in all, the chef is right when it comes to the kitchen!

After finishing the sorting, Abel went back to his room and wrote the homework. He checked that the second wave of things he bought on eBay and Amazon had been shipped, but he stopped paying attention to them. He sat at the desk and took it out and never had time to read it. Book, steeped in a cup of black tea, sat at the desk and read it leisurely, enjoying the peaceful time.

While Abel was reading, Treya also slowly stopped the car in front of the subway station.

Sharon’s school is the State University of New York at Stony Brook, one of the Ivy Leagues. It’s about an hour and a half from downtown New York. Of course, it’s a lot faster if you take the subway.

Seven or eight in the evening is not too late.

Saying goodbye to Sharon, Treya drove home.

Looking at Treya who was leaving, Sharon took out the phone, dialed the number, and said directly: "Sir, I'm out."

Coleson’s voice came across the phone, and he said to Sharon, “Sharon, I’m sorry to let you monitor your former friends.”

"Sir, you know, this is my own choice. Instead of letting a strange agent monitor them, it's better to let someone related to them monitor me, so that I won't cause any misunderstandings. I can do better. To convey what we mean can also better safeguard their interests. This is a win-win choice."

"But if something happens, then you are probably the most dangerous person, and you are very likely to lose your friends. So if you can go back, I will immediately send other agents to go, please trust me, he will do To be fair and just."

"Sir, I insist on performing this task, and the goal is only similar to Abel, not necessarily him. At least in this observation, I didn't see any abnormalities. In my opinion, they are just a pair of ordinary mother and child. At most, it means that the goal has a calmness that is not commensurate with its age, and there is nothing special about it.

"I understand your feelings, but Abel Xiao Ruwu accidentally is the superman who is most likely to kill Kilgrave. Although we have no clear evidence at present, the probability that he is the target is 100%. It’s more than 80, so please continue to observe and don’t let him go on an evil path, otherwise we will have to find a way to take action."

"I understand the sir, but I don't like calling him the one who killed Kilgrave, I prefer to call him the one who saved Jessica Jones."

"Okay, I understand, I will pay attention to the address in the future, then this time the call is over. UU Reading www.uukanshu.cOM"

After hanging up the phone, Sharon stood in front of the subway station and looked at the roaring subway. She couldn't help but sigh, but her expression soon became firm. As Peggy Carter’s niece, Sharon always said Her aunt is the goal in life, but when her relatives and friends become mission goals, she finds for the first time that she is not as firm as she thought.

I hope Abel is not that person.

I hope Abel is not a bad person...

Happy weekends always pass quickly.

After running early in the morning, Abel carried his schoolbag and rode his bicycle to school.

He parked his bicycle, looked at Sean who was walking, and immediately said with a smile: "Sien, why are your dark circles so heavy?"

Reluctantly scratching the explosive head that hadn't had time to wash, Sean sighed and said: "Don't ask, I wanted to pass "Assassin's Creed" last night, but that game is really too difficult. I played it for a long time. Halfway through, the sky was already turning white at that time."

"I hope you don't sleep in class, otherwise I don't think Mr. Frey will let you go. You also know how serious she is."

"I will try my best, to be honest, I already regret playing the game last night a bit now, really I..."

Sean was talking, but Abel's attention was no longer on him. He frowned slightly and looked at a girl who was walking into the school from outside. Abel could clearly feel the evil thoughts emanating from him. , Far surpassing all the Death Eaters he had encountered in the previous life, even Voldemort was inferior, the evil thought was extremely pure, and as deep as endless darkness.

A person like this came to the school. After a long time, problems will inevitably occur!