Chapter 3237 (1/2)

”Dad, will we die?”

In a park on the outskirts of New York, there is a broken rusty swing. The girl sitting on the swing asks her father, and the smelly father is helping her push the swing.

Hearing this question, the waiter was silent. He didn't know how to answer.

It was like a tragedy was destined to fall on him. He could have escaped by transmitting his belt and taking his girlfriends with his daughter.

But not long ago, his belt was completely damaged and he had no way to go.

It's bad. It's bad when you wake up. There's no omen. It's like being targeted by the world.

”Probably, but Dad will accompany Ellie.”

”If you can escape by yourself, go by yourself.” the little girl of mixed race is swinging on the swing. The fire in the distant battlefield lights up the sky, and the Phoenix shaped fireball is destroying everything: ”people say that good people will go to heaven. If I go, I will certainly see my mother, which is also good.”

The girl is very relaxed. She is not afraid of death at all. After all, fear is useless for this situation.

It's better to think in an optimistic direction. Isn't it great to reunite with your family in heaven after death?

Wade took off his mask, threw it and his double knives aside and continued to help his daughter push the swing. Of course, he knew that the so-called heaven did not exist. As long as people were dying, there would be a dead skeleton face in front of them.

And even if there is heaven, it is estimated that Ellie's mother is difficult to go up. Her career has no bottom line like mercenary, but the battlefield is different.

”I can't help it. I'm sorry, dad is not a superman. I can't stop another Earth from crashing over, but...”

”It doesn't matter. At least we are happier than many people.” the girl smiled. She shook her shoulders and took down the small schoolbag she was carrying. ”Usually you are always busy and handed me over to the special agent of s.h.i.e.l.d. to take care of me, but now I know you still love me, that's enough.”

Then she took out a picture from her bag, which showed the dead waiter and her, and a fat black woman in the uniform of the s.h.i.e.l.d.

This is her ideal family photo. She was too young when her mother died. Now when I think of her mother, I can only see the face of the nanny agent.

Wade saw a sour nose here. He also knew that he was incompetent in the past, but he couldn't live without money.

So he also came to one side of the swing, sat down and touched his daughter's head: ”yes, when we go to heaven, our family can be together.”

With that, he suddenly felt guilty and worried that his current wife would suddenly get out of the sewer.

Fortunately, No.

Ellie nodded, handed him the picture in her hand, carried her schoolbag again, let the swing swing swing, and asked in a low voice:

”Will it hurt when you die?”

”Dad doesn't know, because I haven't died before.” wade smiled and grimaced at his daughter: ”let's try this time. Come on, take my hand.”

”No, your hands are peeling.”

The girl shook her head decisively and refused. Loving her father is one thing, but nausea is another.

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