Chapter 2929

"Am I seeing things?" Tim glanced into the crowd and said, "That seems to be our landlord, right?"

"Ignore them," Schiller pulled Tim back into the crowd in the plaza and whispered to Tim, "During the Industrial Revolution a few years ago, there were protesters on every street in New York. Things aren't that simple; they aren't criminals."

"You should say that to Dick and Jason; I'm no teenage street hero," Tim's voice dropped even lower. He said, "In this group of people, I saw at least three FBI agents, two lurkers of unknown identity, and at least ten people who were just following along without any demands. The one at the very back of the line just wants to get a drink."

Schiller secretly gave him a thumbs up. The two blended into the crowd at an extremely fast speed. Those who were intentionally or unintentionally targeting them found they couldn't find their whereabouts, so they didn't do anything out of line again.

"Are they coming for you?" Tim asked, looking up.

"Not exactly, I suppose."

"Then it's one hundred percent," Tim speculated. "What is their goal? The primary demand of the parade is to attract social attention. They believe that having an intersection with you can provide them with a public opinion explosion point. Are you a celebrity?"

"It's not good to be too smart," Schiller said with a hint of a threat. "When I go back, I'll tell your dad about you smoking."

"Don't mess around, he smokes too."

Schiller gritted his teeth secretly. Tim said, "You don't look like the type who would make yourself known to everyone, so it's an accident? But what kind of accident makes even you unable to salvage it? Does it involve your friend? Iron Man?"

"Can you stop learning that Batman-style theology?"

Tim gave a light hum and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Someone over there is coming for you."

Schiller turned his head in the direction Tim was looking and discovered a group of reporters rushing over to interview passersby. It looked like they were interviewing along the direction the parade was leaving, but in reality, they were coming in his direction. Their eyes and body language were all explaining that they were like Xiang Zhuang performing a sword dance, with his heart set on the Duke of Pei.

"Run!"

The two quickly retreated toward the beach, but because it was almost dark, the tourists who stayed on the beach to watch the sunset were naturally walking out one after another, and the two were blocked for a moment.

Seeing that the reporters weren't even pretending anymore and were rushing toward them, Tim suddenly shouted loudly, "Pamela!"

Immediately, the reporter in the very front who was about to catch up stumbled and fell to the ground. Schiller saw a small piece of vine retract and breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately after, his shoulder was patted.

"What's wrong with you two?" Pamela had changed into a swimsuit, the kind that exposed everything except what couldn't be exposed. Tim and Schiller took one look and quickly turned their faces away.

Tim said with some disgust, "These three pieces of cloth added together aren't even as big as my pocket. Aren't you cold? Go change your clothes quickly."

Pamela rolled her eyes, wiped the lipstick mark on her face with the back of her hand, and didn't forget to say before leaving, "Then you haven't seen me in other universes, dressed like a broccoli. Mine is not bad at all!"

After the reporter was tripped, the cameraman behind also stumbled, and the photographic equipment in his hand fell to the ground. A group of people were busy rescuing it, which blocked the path of the people behind.

Taking this opportunity, the three could retreat to the edge of the beach. Pamela found a beach supply store to change clothes, but not long after, the sound of an argument came from behind.

"She is my sister; I have to go over and see." Tim greeted the boss. The boss looked him up and down. Obviously, seeing that he was wearing designer brands, he probably wouldn't be a troublemaker, so he let him in.

Tim pulled open the curtain and saw two men standing in front of Pamela, wanting to get handsy with her. Pamela was obviously preparing to unleash a big move, but Tim walked up and hit them with two punches, knocking them both down directly.

Tim was indeed not strong enough compared to Jason, but he was still a Robin chosen by Batman and had studied physical techniques with Thomas for a period of time. Beating two ordinary people was a piece of cake.

Pamela raised her eyebrows at him and said, "Not bad."

At this time, the shop owner and Schiller walked in one after another. The shop owner looked at the two people lying on the ground and didn't say anything. After a while, he said to Pamela, "Little girl, you'd better leave quickly. The two of them are from a local gang. Be careful they don't find trouble for you."

The three dragged the two knocked-out people out in a flurry. Pamela didn't treat them as outsiders at all, turned her back, and started changing clothes directly. When she came out after changing, she saw the shop owner haggling with a few black men.

Greed sat down, crossed one leg over the other, and said, "I heard that your original manor has been for sale for a long time without being sold, and the yard of your new house is in urgent need of renovation..."

Tim's wealthy young master style was really very convincing. Those two gang members also knew that they were not from the same world at all. Teasing a groupie was one thing, but if they really offended a young lady from a wealthy family, they would be the ones suffering. After taking the money, they didn't dare to say anything and slunk away.

Schiller watched all this from the sidelines and sighed lightly. After the three got into the car, Tim said, "How many people did you offend here? Why are they all coming for you?"

"You noticed?"

Tim, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror. In the rearview mirror, besides the heavy traffic behind, there was a black Buick sedan at a distance of less than three car lengths.

"They've been following us since just now. Do you believe me? Tomorrow morning, this so-called gang leader's people will accurately find their way to our door to invite us."

"What a bother," Pamela complained. "I don't want to go live on the mountain. I still want to go to the bar to play!"

"Don't think about the bar at this time," Tim glanced at the rearview mirror casually and said, "They want to use you as a breakthrough to approach Schiller. Sleeping with Black Widow is much safer than sleeping with the bar beauty you just met."

"I'm not close enough to you to be called by my first name," Schiller's mood was obviously not very good either. He said, "This matter is a long story. They are nothing more than wanting to use my popularity to make a big deal out of things."

"Popularity? Are you very famous?"

As she spoke, Pamela had already taken out her phone. Schiller said, "Don't!"

But at this time, Pamela had already entered Schiller's name in the search bar of the short video software. Just after entering the first three letters, the smart suggestion had already pushed the full name, and the search entry even had a "hot" sign on it.

Instantly, a large row of videos popped out. Pamela couldn't help but let out an exclamation, "Wow!"

Tim was startled by her and looked back. However, that black Buick sedan didn't know when it had overtaken from the right. The driver turned the wheel sharply to the left, looking like he wanted to force a lane change.

Tim just reacted, stepped on the brake, and with a *bang*, the car behind rear-ended them.

Schiller sighed and said, "It seems they must see me today."

"Don't worry," Pamela also knew it was her negligence, but she wasn't really just an ordinary person, so she naturally had a way to make up for it. She quietly took two seeds out of her jeans pocket and threw them out the car window.

At this time, the black Buick sedan that forced the lane change stopped. Two people walked out of it. They looked like ordinary people, and judging by their clothing, they were quite wealthy, not some gang thugs or agents.

The woman who came out of the passenger seat immediately put her hands together to apologize to the car Schiller was in. People also came out of the car behind, seemingly wanting to check the rear-end situation.

With these three cars blocking here, many cars behind had to bypass them, and the speed became much slower, naturally causing congestion. Many drivers began to get out of the car to check the situation, and some even raised their phones wanting to take videos.

Just as Schiller wanted to go down, Tim waved his hand at him. He pushed the car door and rushed out, cursing loudly, "Are you fucking crazy?! Are you in a hurry to see God?!"

Seeing that the person who came out was so young, both sides were stunned. Schiller sat in the car and listened. Tim's ability to curse must have inherited a few true teachings from Arrogance, and he should have learned a trick or two from some rapper. His speaking speed was fast and rhythmic, and the "fucking" was used in the right places. He was truly both civil and martial.

And the two groups of people who carefully designed this scene probably didn't expect Schiller not to go down, so they didn't know how to talk back for a moment. Taking advantage of their stunned moment, only two sounds of "Whoosh! Ha!" were heard, and two green figures jumped up from under the car.

*Bang! Bang bang! *

The wind of the punches was like thunder, like cutting and polishing. Two cabbages waving leaves first punched the driver of the front car in the nose, then did a roundhouse kick onto the roof of the car Schiller was in. After stomping a dent in the roof, they did another downward side kick, kicking the driver of the car behind to the ground.

Tim nimbly climbed into the car, closed the door, slammed the steering wheel, and stepped on the gas, darting past the side of the front car. The road ahead was unobstructed.

Pamela was still clinging to the rear window of the car and looking hard. The two beating cabbages she released were like entering an uninhabited land. For a time, there was wailing all over the highway, and everyone watching the excitement had their phones knocked away.

Schiller also looked back and couldn't help but sigh, "You guys from DC are too dark."

"Seriously, Doctor, this isn't a way to go on. They just want you to show your face; they'll find an opportunity sooner or later," Tim said while driving. "You must have expected this long ago, otherwise you wouldn't have stayed on the mountain instead of a hotel."

Schiller let out a long sigh.

Pamela was scrolling through videos related to Schiller while saying, "Since ancient times, party strife has been like this. If I win one, the other side loses one. Your network here is so developed. If they can pull you, this internet celebrity, into their camp and have an interview where you say a few good words, they naturally have a few more chances of winning."

"But I don't understand. You can buy a farm whenever you want. Once the mayoral election for this term is settled, they won't pay so much attention to you. Why do you have to wade into this muddy water at this time?"

"Need you ask?" Tim answered for Schiller, "Muddy water is good for catching fish. If you miss this time, the land on the West Coast will be more expensive than gold. If you want to use any means later, it will be too easy to be discovered."

"Then you really deserve it," Pamela flipped her hair and said, "There are gains and losses. Why don't you just talk to them so they don't chase you every day."

"No rush," Schiller rested his elbows on the window frame, feeling the evening wind whistling past outside, watching the lights on the side of the road being pulled into thin long lines, gradually fading away in the wind.

Tim's eyes turned and he said, "I knew you must have been up to no good. It's not wrong for them to chase you, but the two of us are helping you with all our might. How do we settle this account?"

"I won't treat you badly," Schiller smiled and said, "You must have seen what we deployed on Mercury when you went to Stark Industries. Take a set each when you go back."

"Hooray!" Tim cheered, and in the gap of driving, he turned back and high-fived Pamela.