Meiman's eldest son of God

Chapter 330 The bottom line of a scumbag

Many people in the restaurant were also attracted by the commotion outside and left their seats one after another.Because the restaurant is on the second floor, you can see everything surrounded by people through the window.

Surrounded by the crowd are robots emblazoned with the English flag.

Mark knew very well what those robots were. Even if they were wrapped in an iron shell, he could still see the yellow eyes.

Mark has already been prepared for this.After all, they still wanted to save face, so they did not restrict them in this regard and allowed them to modify it at will.

It's like getting the steel armor from the military.They felt that the laser cannons fired from the Steel Battlefield were not that practical, so they also added Gatling and "Ex-Wife" missiles.

It's a pity that the two additional weapons at the end are not very effective.

Mark just doesn't know whether the British will add any weapons to these legionnaires like the US military.

The structure of legionnaires is a combination of science and art. For many years, the protoss has been pursuing art fanatically, otherwise they would not build their main battleships and aircraft carriers like works of art.

Not to mention the golden fleet, which can be called a large art fleet.

Mark only took a glance and sat down, but Skye was full of curiosity about the robot among the crowd.

Mark didn’t want to spoil Skye’s interest, so he took Skye’s hand and said, “Let’s go down and take a look together!”

Skye blushed and her heart skipped a beat at the sudden hand-holding, and softly uttered, "Hmm."

The two men went downstairs and passed through the crowd to get a close look at the Legionnaires, who were guarded by two London policemen.

The legionnaire said to everyone in standard English: "Hello, I am the legionnaire responsible for guarding here. I will be responsible for your safety."

Everyone was not too surprised that this kind of robot could talk. In their eyes, it was all preset programs anyway.

Even the London policemen standing beside the legionnaires did the same.

Skye looked at the legionnaire up close and wanted to reach out to touch him, but pulled back.

Until a child hugged the legionnaire's thigh, kept knocking on the legionnaire's shell, and shouted with a smile: "Mom, can you take a picture of me?"

At this time, everyone began to worry about whether the robot would harm the children in front of them.

Even the children's parents were a little anxious, but they didn't dare to take any chances.

Slowly squatting down without disturbing the child, he said to the child in a soft voice: "Hello, if you want to take a photo with others, you must ask for their opinions. Do you understand?"

The child looked at the legionnaire's face and was not frightened. Instead, he smiled and said, "Sorry, Mr. Robot, can I take a photo with you?"

"Of course, young sir."

The humanity of the legionnaires made everyone gradually accept this robot that was suddenly responsible for their safety.

Mark even wondered whether the child and his mother were specially sent to perform.

Everything is too coincidental, and the coincidence is a bit unbelievable.

But Mark won't care about that much. The next operations are all done by the British themselves. Instead of wasting so much time and energy, it is better to do their own things first.

After watching the Legion soldiers interact with the surrounding residents for a while, Skye was no longer interested.

Curiosity about new things is just that.

The two of them returned to the restaurant talking and laughing, enjoying the pleasure brought by the food.

"Skye, have you ever thought about what you are going to cook in the future?" Mark skillfully picked up the dishes with chopsticks, attracting the attention of the foreigners around him.

Mark's sudden question gave Skye, who was sitting across from him and hadn't picked up the food yet, finally something to talk about to alleviate the embarrassment.

"I haven't thought about it yet, but in the future, I should use my hacker knowledge to create a network security company!" Skye's goals and ambitions are actually quite big.

It is not impossible to have the technology to create a small studio-like company with just a few people.

Or it is not impossible to directly enter some large enterprises and serve as a network security administrator.

The income is considerable.

However, it can also be seen from this that Skye does not regard the job of Agent of SHIELD as his lifelong job at all.

"You don't like your current job?" Mark picked up a piece of braised beef and put it in Skye's bowl.

"Not yet." Skye did not refuse Mark's food. She slowly added a piece of beef and brought it to the table, chewing and thinking.

"Don't worry, everyone will have a period of confusion, not knowing what they should do in the future, but it will be much better after finding hope." Mark comforted Skye.

Skye looked at Mark's confident look and asked, "What about you, Captain?"

"Me? I have a successful career now. I have my own company, and I have several jobs that are neither very tiring nor very easy. I live a leisurely life, traveling around the world. Anyway, my money is already there I’ve almost made enough, and if I really don’t want to work any more, I’ll just go back to New York and be a hands-off shopkeeper. I’m not afraid of your laughter. To be honest, I’ve never wanted to be a superhero. It’s just all kinds of things. When all kinds of things came to me, I was forced to accept them." What Mark said here comes from the truth in his heart.

Mark didn't lie about this. Mark really wanted to be a hands-off shopkeeper and spend his whole life leisurely.

If we don't know the future trajectory of this world.

"That I mean if! If..."

Before Skye could say what she wanted to say, Mark had already interrupted and said: "There are no ifs in this world, and many things will not be as beautiful as we imagined. Do you want to ask me if there are any? I'm sorry. , I just treat you as a friend today."

Mark still needs to draw clear boundaries. Mark can be a scumbag, but he cannot be a scumbag without a bottom line.

"Otherwise, I was overthinking it. I'm sorry for causing you unnecessary misunderstanding."

"I'm not the kind of person who likes to talk nonsense, but I can only tell you that I'm a scumbag. I have two girlfriends, I love them very much, and they love me. I really don't deserve your love." Mark I feel that long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain, and it is much better to talk things out.

"Captain, are you telling me your secret? Aren't you afraid that I will tell you?"

"It's up to you. Even if I am a scumbag, I will never be as scumbag as Tony Stark! That guy is a big scumbag!" Mark responded with an indifferent look.