Struggle in the world of American comics

Coming to a strange world, Jordani has never been able to find a sense of belonging.

Especially as a killer who cannot easily interact with others, Jordani is in a state of confusion most of the time when he is idle.

Mindy often saw Jordani sitting somewhere in a daze.

Usually at this time, Mindy would restrain all her cleverness and snuggle up to Jordani's side obediently. Sometimes she would take the initiative to hold Jordani's calloused hand with her young hands.

"Godfather, are you unhappy? Otherwise, Mindy won't have the sundae party, okay?"

Even though she was only a seven-year-old child, Mindy was sensible, and she would never have imagined the feeling of emptiness and confusion in Jordani's heart.

In Mindy's eyes, the only major event recently seemed to be that she took the opportunity to blackmail her godfather.

But this is his godfather, blackmailing his godfather, can that be called blackmail?

It's a pity that I had a sundae party that I had planned for a long time, alas.

Seeing Mindy calculating her little plan with a pitiful look on her face, Jordani suddenly felt very warm in her heart and laughed.

"Mindy, after the Chinese New Year, will your godfather find you a little sister?"

"do not want!"

"Why?"

"Will the godfather marry the little sister?"

"Nonsense..."

Put down roots and take root. Now that you have arrived, let’s really settle down.

In the underground shooting range, Jordani and Mindy were playing around. After Big Daddy came back, the family of three went back home.

Um, something seems a little off, bah, it's a family of two, and the big daddy is at most a third party involved.

Time flies.

While Mindy was counting the days on her fingers, a grand birthday party came as scheduled.

The degeneration of capitalism corrupts society, and if the money is spent, there is nothing that cannot be done.

The banquet arranged by the Continental Hotel was much more luxurious than Jordani imagined. It actually used various desserts and solidified sundaes to create a sundae house.

Not to mention children like Mindy and Peter, even adults are quite playful at such a dreamy party.

A party lasted until late at night. Mindy and Peter were tired of playing and simply slept peacefully in the Continental Hotel. Jordani shamelessly squeezed into Mei's room.

Early the next morning, the fragrance lingered on the pillow, but the beauty was no longer there.

May eventually distanced herself from Jordan.

Strictly speaking, the two sides are not from the same world after all. Mei is very cheerful, but she cannot accept the kind of life where a gun battle can happen at any time.

As for male and female friends, there is no need to think about it.

However, Mei had to live with Peter and was not ready to find an uncle for Peter in the short term. Occasionally, Mei still allowed Jordani to take Mindy over to play.

As for how to play, it's up to the adulterer and the chicken to see the wisdom.

After May and Peter left, Big Daddy also left with Mindy. After it was quiet, Jordani came to the rooftop garden where he had made an appointment with Winston.

This was one of Winston's favorite places to be.

When Jordani arrived, Winston was holding a big orange cat in the sun, combing its hair gently.

Seeing Jordani arriving, Winston did not greet him immediately. Instead, he straightened out the hair of the big orange cat and let it go. Then he looked at Jordani.

"See, cats are creatures that don't always like to be restrained by people, but as long as this creature is always pleasing to the eye and liked, as long as it comes over, it will always be well entertained here. !”

"Qiao, you are different. You are a tiger, but just like him, as long as you are willing to come back, the Continental Hotel will always open the door for you!"

Winston is an old-school character, and there is always a metaphor behind his words.

Jordani wants to use the Continental Hotel to get rid of the constraints left on him by the Roma training camp. Winston has long known this.

So Winston used this method to implicitly express his intention to recruit Jordani.

After operating the Continental Hotel in New York for more than years, the Continental Hotel in New York has almost become Winston's private property, and Winston also has his own ambitions and is never willing to become a puppet of others.

Win-win cooperation, no constraints.

Winston's way of dealing with others is always very comforting.

Jordani smiled and said: "Winston, you are a respectable elder. The Continental Hotel in New York will always be my second home in New York. You know, I am always very attached to home. Nostalgic."

Winston also laughed, the attitude shown by Jordani was enough.

It was only then that Winston got up and had two glasses of wine, handed one to Jordani, and said with a sense of intimacy: "Qiao, I know why you are here. I can help you solve some things with the council. But in Russia, you can only rely on yourself."

"Leviathan's people are used to being barbaric. I can't help you much, but if you need it, I can help you collect some information."

Jordani nodded, picked up the wine glass, touched it with Winston, and said, "Winston, I owe you a favor."

When it comes to Jordani, he destroys the Assassin Mutual Aid Society and becomes famous in one battle.

The kind of blood oath emblem that was popular in the Continental Hotel is no longer very binding. A verbal promise from Jordani is far more precious than a so-called blood oath emblem.

At this time, Jordani's glory is no worse than that of the Continental Hotel Council.

The two drank and chatted in the rooftop garden. About half an hour later, Charon came to the rooftop garden with a piece of intelligence and information.

Winston took the information, glanced at it first, and then handed it to Jordani.

"Qiao, this is the only thing I can help you with. This is a piece of information from within the Russian government. Recently, an ace agent in the red room defected, carrying a lot of intelligence and secrets with him. If you can This defected agent is a gift, and I think it will be forgiven by Leviathan’s top brass.”

"You know, in the eyes of others, we are members of the underground world, but in fact, the strength of each underground world is, more or less, always inextricably linked to the governments of various countries."

Jordani took the information and nodded solemnly.

Winston is right, the so-called underground world forces have always been the shadow of the light.

Jordani is a Gypsy and was born in Belarus, Eastern Europe. The predecessor of the Roma training camp can even be traced back to a large branch of the intelligence agency in the former Soviet era.

This particularity of origin inherently possesses extremely powerful binding force.

Jordani can make a plan to unite with the CIA to kill the entire Assassin Mutual Aid Society, but against the Roma training camp, Leviathan, and even the entire Russian political system, Jordani is as small as an ant.

The most feasible way is to exchange gifts for the understanding of Leviathan's top management and completely get rid of the natural constraints of one's origin through the exchange of interests.

However, when he opened the document and saw the first line of fonts, it caused a wave of excitement in Jordani's heart.

"Natasha Romanoff, codenamed Black Widow, born in 1984..."