Chapter 2928: Leisure Time (9)

Although California is already considered a state with a relatively dense population, it still has the unique vastness and sparse population of the United States. Basically, there are high-rise buildings only in relatively prosperous areas, and those on the side are some short small houses, so you can often see palm trees taller than houses.

The style of these cities on the West Coast is completely different from the East Coast. Although traffic jams are equally congested, the sun is sufficient, the breeze is gentle, the sky is blue as if a filter has been added, and you can see all kinds of strange plants from temperate to tropical on the roadside, which are as green as plastic.

Shiler and Tim drove around the city of Los Angeles. Even at noon, which is not so busy, there are still many cars on the road. They drove slowly for more than an hour, found a restaurant that looked like a Mexican building from the outside, and walked in.

Then they found that the coffee shop in the town might not be any internet celebrity shop, because the restaurant in the city is also very expensive, and it doesn't taste very good.

In the afternoon, they drove to the seaside, but didn't go to the beach, just strolled around the coastal highway, and drove to the airport before the evening rush hour arrived.

Today's weather is even better than yesterday. When Pamela arrived, she caught up with the purple sunset in California. The whole city was purple-red, and the light printed on the white wall became a dreamy color of pink, purple, and orange overlapping.

Because it was still early, Pamela suggested going to the seaside for a stroll, so Shiler drove towards the seaside.

The closer to the seaside, the shorter the houses. Later, they were basically two or three-story white small houses, dotted with brown glass, like toast bread baked half-cooked in the warm sunset light.

The streets here are relatively narrow, and there are many shops surrounded by courtyard walls on the roadside. Because of the existence of sea breeze, the ubiquitous smell of marijuana finally didn't have such a strong sense of existence.

"I suddenly thought of a great way to refute plant protectionists." Pamela supported her elbows on the car window, and her red hair was moved slightly by the sea breeze.

Pamela looked at a homeless man lying at the foot of the wall and said: "Why don't plant protectionists come to protect marijuana? The life of marijuana is also life."

"So you can't research plants that can make people feel happy but won't be addicted?"

"Don't make yourself sound too much like an illiterate, kid." Pamela said disdainfully: "Humans themselves will be addicted to happiness. This is a complete paradox."

Tim shrugged, indicating that he was just asking casually. Pamela said: "Drugs can destroy the human brain, and there are so many people rushing to smoke them. If there is no harm, then all mankind will only stay at home and smoke drugs."

"Ah, I can't stand it anymore." Pamela rolled up the car window because they were now against the wind. What came with the wind was not only the faint smell of marijuana and sea fish, but also the very unsurprising smell of shit and urine.

It can only be said that if you don't have a nose, LA is indeed a good place.

They parked in front of a square, walked to the side near the sea, and found a restaurant on that street. Very unsurprisingly, it was still very expensive, and it had reached half the consumption level of New York.

Watching the palm leaves swaying slowly in the sunset, drinking special bubble wine, Pamela felt incomparably relaxed. She let out a long breath, wishing she could turn into butter and lie in the chair.

"Let's talk about business." Shiler put down his cup and said: "The gathering held at the so-called Love Farm has a lot of weight, and it is not something that can cause chaos by walking over and throwing two vegetables there."

"Then lurk in the ridges in advance." Pamela said: "Is it possible that one of the banquet preparations will be to check every cabbage in the field to see if it will hit people?"

Tim laughed and said: "Everyone might do this after that day."

"It's exactly what those plant protectionists want." Pamela said angrily: "They'd better check their refrigerators three times a day, otherwise sooner or later they will be hit by a cabbage and break their nose bridge."

"How many finished products did you bring?"

"Don't be silly, I can't bring finished products. I have no way to explain to the security check why I want to bring cabbage, and it is too easy to be crushed." Pamela said, she took out a small bag from her pocket, which contained a few seeds, and she continued: "Because I can use the power of the Green, I can ripen them in a short time. Just have a flower pot."

"Then what should we do? Should we buy some gardening tools, or directly in the woods in front of the door?"

"Still that sentence, cabbage is not small, the farm is surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, how are we going to get it in?" Shiler asked.

"So I thought about it this way." Pamela was quite reliable after getting the reward. She said: "I can go around the periphery in advance to make the plants in his living room wither, so he must buy new ones."

"I can put the seeds in the pots of the new gardening plants he bought, be ripened on the day the gathering starts, and then jump into the crowd..."

"As far as I know, this banquet is not that simple." Shiler stirred the things in the cup with a straw and said: "There is a big figure at the banquet, it should be the connections of that female candidate, and someone is eyeing him."

"But didn't you say that your Earth is very safe and basically has no enemies?" Pamela questioned.

"It's not necessarily any supervillain or alien. Can't it be his political enemy? This kind of thing has existed since ancient times and cannot be avoided at all."

"But in this situation, if they carry out an assassination, aren't they afraid of becoming the target of public criticism?"

"Stupid people have always existed, but I think his political enemy who can be a congressman shouldn't be particularly stupid. Perhaps he is sure that no one can find him."

"Then it is also possible that it is a supervillain." Tim said.

Shiler rolled his eyes. Why couldn't he get through? He thought for a while, and then explained: "To make this case look like an ordinary assassination, there is no reason to be transferred to S. H. I. E. L. D.'s investigation procedure. Even if it is transferred, it will be investigated by ordinary agents first, unless it is really confirmed to be a powerful superpower criminal, otherwise superheroes will not be enabled."

Tim just wanted to ask something, Shiler continued: "Now, this is not a world revolving around superheroes. Things within the scope of ordinary people are solved by ordinary people. Now the backbone of the largest superhero organization, the Avengers, is basically not on Earth. If they have to run back to judge ordinary people's lawsuits every day, then what interstellar colonization is there to talk about?"

The two of them finally understood. Pamela said worriedly: "Then this also belongs to superpower crime, right?"

"Who said that? Isn't it a man-eating cabbage you cultivated through scientific means?"

"Yes, but ordinary people won't want..."

"Who said they won't? I dare to bet that before you cultivated man-eating vegetables, Nick must have had such assumptions. He would want to do anything that can escape legal accountability."

"Okay, then the power of the Green?"

"I said, as long as it looks like an ordinary assassination case, it won't be transferred to S. H. I. E. L. D.'s investigation procedure."

"But how can a cabbage that can hit people look like..."

"I said it all, that's what you cultivated through scientific means!"

"Then how to explain its appearance at the crime scene?" Tim asked.

"Ordinary experimental accident." Shiler said: "A batch of seeds flowed out of the laboratory, were bought by a careless gardener, accidentally sprinkled into the pots of foliage plants, and were bought by an even more careless farmer."

"It doesn't sound like a coincidence."

"There are about tens of thousands of such coincidences happening every day in the United States." Shiler said: "There are quite a few things running out of the laboratory, are two cabbages missing?"

"I always feel that you are a bit wicked." Pamela said very quietly at first, and then repeated it loudly, "You are just very wicked! That Nick Fury is even more wicked!"

"Why is it more?" Shiler heard the clue.

Pamela suddenly stammered. After Shiler's repeated questioning, she said: "Nick said to let me shirk other ways to get the cabbage in, and let you bring the cabbage in, so that the cabbage can also beat you up."

"This bastard!" Shiler cursed: "He is just retaliating against me for not opening psychological counseling invoices for him!"

"Then why don't you open it for him?" Tim asked curiously.

"Because I want to open it for Stark, he gives a higher price."

"That is to say, you do psychological counseling for S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, and then take these consultation invoices to cheat Stark Group's medical funds?"

"What is cheating!" Shiler reached out and counted for them, "If the mental health of S. H. I. E. L. D. agents is not healthy and causes trouble, in the end, the Avengers have to help them wipe their butts? Once the Avengers are dispatched, isn't Stark breaking money and worrying?"

"Then what is the problem with me taking the psychological counseling invoices of S. H. I. E. L. D. agents to Stark Group for reimbursement? This is solving trouble for him in advance, and the reward is what I deserve!"

Pamela has been circled by him, but Tim pointed out sharply, "Then you also recorded this money as intangible assets, helping to falsely report the scale of the enterprise to amortize the enterprise income tax. What is the phone number of the tax bureau?"

"Don't, don't." Shiler showed a sincere smile to Tim and said: "Stark gave you the account book so quickly?"

"Still need to look? I recorded it like this in Wei En Group!"

"What is the phone number of the tax bureau?"

After eating, several people strolled on the beach, and then they figured out Pamela's real purpose for coming to the seaside. It is not very cold now, even at night, there are a pile of

Schiller and Tim felt a bit bored. The two found a terrace by the seaside to watch the scenery. Not long after, they heard some noise at the end of the road. They watched helplessly as a bunch of people walked over holding banners.

"What is this?" Schiller was also a bit surprised. He looked carefully at the words written on the banners and said, "California Independence???"

"The same old story," Tim said. "California's culture is indeed quite different from other parts of the United States. Many people have no sense of belonging and hate the U. S. Congress bossing them around."

"Then it seems the situation for that female candidate is not very good... Could this have anything to do with someone wanting to assassinate a congressman at the farm party?"

"Of course," Tim turned around and leaned his elbows on the railing, saying, "If you want to assassinate, just assassinate. How can you make it known to everyone and cause a huge stir before the assassination? Isn't it just to force away the big shots who want to stand for the female candidate? This parade is the same."

"You are too sophisticated for your age."

"Then you have to ask Bruce," Tim said irritably. "He ran off for months without a trace, and I've been managing the entire Wei En Group for him. One of these days, I'll run away with all his assets..."

Just as he said this, *bang*, a wine bottle was thrown over. The two dodged quickly and discovered that a big guy in the crowd was actually flipping them off.