Miss Clown subverts Marvel

Harley was a little surprised that Sigurd actually had Lorelei's contact information. If she could get through to the other party's phone number, it would be much easier to track her down.

To be honest, for the woman who had 1000 million in her hand and killed her, Harley would never let her go easily. Even if she couldn't get the money, it was acceptable to teach her a lesson.

Speaking of money, Harry suddenly remembered that the card was given by Sigurd, who just said he wanted to treat him to food. So although Sigurd looked slovenly, he seemed to be quite rich.

Harley raised her head suddenly and looked at Sigurd, who was drinking Coke. A dazzling light burst out in his eyes. Sigurd narrowed his eyes unconsciously. He inexplicably felt a greedy gaze scanning him. , which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Uncle Sigurd"

After sitting down, Harley called out the other person's name for the first time. The extra honorific made the experienced man sit up straight immediately, waiting for the unsmiling girl to speak.

Even if a woman is usually very indifferent, she will always become very warm and polite when she asks for something. But even though Sigurd knew this, he still couldn't refuse. He had no choice but to owe this to Harry.

Harley grinned excitedly, licked the corners of her mouth, and asked very straightforwardly:

"Are you rich?"

"what"

Sigurd was confused by this question. He thought about it for a moment and replied thoughtfully:

“It’s not very rich.”

This ambiguous answer made Harley very unhappy. She knocked on the table lightly and asked impatiently:

"Then are you rich or not?"

Sigurd scratched his hair and finally decided to tell the truth.

"Well, I don't have much cash, but I have been traveling for so many years, so I know the location of many treasure places and have explored them. When I have no money, I will occasionally go back and get some for use. No. Do you know if these are my property?”

"Treasure Place"

Harley tilted her head, a little confused about this answer, but Spider-Man beside her stood up excitedly.

"The treasure land is so cool. I really like it. Mr. Sigurd, can you? Can you take us on an adventure?"

But after he finished speaking, he realized that he had explored this treasure place by himself, and would usually withdraw money, just like his private warehouse. His request was the same as asking someone to take someone to visit the safe in the other person's home. Stupid, so as a polite and upright good boy, Peter Parker immediately apologized to Sigurd.

"Sorry, sorry, me"

Before Spider-Man could finish speaking, Sigurd interrupted him and agreed:

"sure."

"What"

Sigurd's answer made Peter's eyes widen in surprise. He didn't know how to answer at all. However, Harry on the side gave him a look of appreciation.

If Sigurd really wants to take them to the treasure place, then even Lorelei's 50 million won't be important. You know, Sigurd took out 1000 million casually. This is still As a result of his occasional visits to the treasure place, he could get so much money casually. So as long as Harry found the way and brought back a little often, wouldn't he be able to get a lot of money?

Harry stood up suddenly, slammed the table, and asked Sigurd:

"When shall we leave?"

Sigurd glanced at the 1.6-meter-tall girl speechlessly. Although the treasure cache was not an important place to him, Spider-Man said he wanted to go, and he readily agreed out of the desire to make good friends with the two of them. Harry was a little surprised that he couldn't wait to hear the news.

Surprisingly enough, as an Asgardian warrior, Sigurd gave the answer very readily.

"Then, just pick a day. I'll be available at any time."

Harley immediately took out her mobile phone, checked the date, estimated the time for Ella to return to New York, and the time she had set aside for herself, and finally set the date without any doubt from the other two.

"Then in two weeks"

After saying that, she waved her phone towards the two of them and suggested:

"Let's find out our contact information. If anything happens, we can call you directly."

"Okay, okay, but I didn't bring my mobile phone with me. I can give you my number. Can you please call me so I can save the number?"

"Ok, no problem."

Sigurd agreed decisively, but Harley hesitated for a while before reluctantly agreeing. She didn't really want to be friends with Spider-Man. After all, the more people you call, the more people know where the treasure is. She didn't want to be too Many people come to share the treasure.

After writing down the numbers of Peter Parker and Sigurd, Harley symbolically asked them their names. As expected, Peter Parker did not report his real name, but still called himself Spider-Man, while Sigurd was called Sigurd. He didn't mention his last name, and Harley didn't bother to ask.

And she herself also followed Sigurd's example and hid her last name and gave the other party the name Harley. The moment she heard the name, Peter Parker was obviously stunned for a moment. Harley knew that he must have thought of it without guessing. His good brother, the little Green Goblin Harry, their names are so similar.

Now that the exchange has been completed, there is nothing for the three of them to continue chatting. Harley is in a hurry to go home, and Spider-Man also wants to go home to get his phone. As for Sigurd, his original purpose has now been given up. Investigating It was not the right time to ask about the virus anyway, so he planned to go out and drink some wine before going home to sleep and forget all the troubles of today.

After bidding farewell to the two of them, Harley trotted back home along the road. It was already past one in the morning. The four big dogs next door had all fallen asleep. The entire community was quiet, and Harley's return did not cause any disturbance. anyone's attention.

Harley stood under the window. She calmly concentrated, jumped hard, and easily grabbed the window sill on the second floor with both hands. Then she used a little force with her hands, turned over lightly, and turned into her room. She finally arrived home. .

However, the next second after entering the room, Harley was jumped by a dark shadow on her bed. She instinctively took a few steps back, only to see the dark shadow slowly sit up and reach out to press the button. Turned off the bedside lamp button.

The room was illuminated by the light of the desk lamp, and Harry's fast-beating heart seemed to have been stuffed into the cold river water in the dead of winter, and it instantly lost its voice.

At the head of the bed, a tall and slender woman wearing white pajamas was sitting there. This was Harley's mother, Ella.

Ella rubbed her aching head, and the worry in her expression almost overflowed. The corners of her eyes were red, and her painful look made Harry almost forget to breathe.

"Harry, where have you been? Do you know how worried I am about you?"