Chapter 1214 (1/2)

Natasha strapped Frey to the co pilot's seat and launched the helicopter to Howard's home.

”Fly low, cover with the building, and be careful of anti-aircraft missiles.” He's a little more stable, but he knows he's not out of danger.

The black widow cast a glance at him: ”can you do it? There's so much nonsense. Do divorced men change their personalities? ”

Frey was so hated that he couldn't say anything. His situation was not so simple as divorce. At last, after a long breath of breath, he said, ”I'd rather be widowed than divorced.”

”Oh, don't try to deceive me. You didn't kill her on purpose, did you?” The black widow let out a sneer: ”there are all kinds of weapons in your safe house, and I saw the gadget invented by Howard. You don't want to kill her at all, otherwise she would have died.”

There was no expression on Frey's black face. He was still waiting to die with his eyes closed.

When Natasha saw him pretending to be dead, she said in Russian with a smile, and then she said, ”OK, great lover, what are you going to do next if you don't die? Do you want me to trace her and get rid of it? ”

”No, let me discuss it with Howard first...

and then there was a long silence.

The wind from the air vent on the cabin glass stirred Frey's hair. He felt very upset, as if someone was scratching his head.

Suddenly, he realized that he was looking for trouble.

So just for a moment, he decided to solve the root cause of these troubles... He didn't want hair!

Just like the monks in the East, they cut off the red dust by shaving off 3000 worry silk.

Do what you want. As soon as the plane lands, facing Howard, who comes out of the house with a worried look on his face, Frey's first words are:

”help me find a reliable barber, I want a shave.”

“？？？”

Howard, in his pajamas and a clothes hanger on his nose, looks strange.

Two hours ago, Fred was still alive and kicking, and they went back to their homes after hitting their heads with three wings.

Yes, Howard also has to go home to fix the sewers and clean up. His house is bigger than PIM's and there are more bathrooms. Don't expect Maria, a real big lady, to do any housework.

Today, the affairs in New York were taken over by the military. The aegis bureau had nothing to deal with. He left early after making arrangements.

It is very common for director stark to be late, to leave early, to be absent from work and to pass away. We have been used to it for a long time.

But he's smarter than PIM. He's been in the lab since he got home. He wants to invent a robot that can shovel excrement and mop the floor. It's like a plate that can move on the ground and clean up automatically.

Expect him to shovel shit with his own hands? The house of more than 4000 square meters has not been counted as yard. When will we have to shovel it? Don't even think about it. His hands are used to create scientific miracles, not to do farm work.

”What medicine did you give him?”

Howard blinked and his hands, trying to reach out to help the wounded man, stopped in mid air as his nose was pinched, and Natasha asked in an odd tone.

Anyway, he thought that Frey was talking nonsense. He should be looking for a trusted doctor? Do you think this is the Middle Ages when barbers worked as part-time bloodletting?

Natasha threw Frey to Howard, moved her shoulders and returned to the helicopter. ”Ask him what he took wrong. He's not in the right mind. And your house is as dirty as a pigsty, and the lawn is covered with manure. I'll go first. ”

”Ah, wait...

however, the sound of the helicopter propeller covered up Howard's words. The grass scraps and all kinds of dirty things flying with the cyclone instantly covered Howard and Frey, but they could only watch the helicopter fly away in despair.

”She doesn't seem very happy today?”

Howard took Frey on one shoulder and wiped his face. He turned into a camouflage man, green grass crumbs, yellow... Better not think about it.

Frey rolled his eyes and fainted on Howard's shoulder. The coma doesn't care what he's got.

”Medic! Medic! Wait... I'm home, faker. ” Howard thought for a moment that he was back on the battlefield. He called out twice and said, ”Jarvis! Come out and help

Jarvis, dressed as a medical soldier, ran out of the villa. He found a helmet with a red cross painted on his head. He wore the uniform of World War II and a brown medical box on his shoulder.

”Master, give it to me.”

Watching Jarvis take Frey's back away, Howard touches his beard and mumbles to himself in the same voice as Donald Duck.