Chapter 2948

When Tim went downstairs, he saw Dick and Raven changing shoes at the entrance; a small purple cage was placed on the table next to the entrance, inside which was a fur ball, with fur so dense that it was impossible to distinguish the head from the tail, but Tim still vaguely recognized that this was the Siberian Forest Cat cub in the photo Dick sent him before.

Dick and Raven were still talking endlessly about the details of their joint adoption and care of the kitten; the two young people who were raising pets for the first time were obviously very excited, from buying various pet supplies to how much hair fell off on which day; it looked like they could talk about it for several hours.

Tim stood at the corner and listened carefully; he found that Dick and Raven were quite suitable; the two had consistent views on many problems of raising cubs; if they had a child, perhaps they would be a pair of good parents.

But he still wanted to know how the two of them came here.

Tim walked out, with sleepy eyes and hair like a chicken coop, and asked: "How did you two come here?"

Actually, there is nothing to explain; it's just that the two of them were tired of playing on the East Coast and wanted to come to the West Coast to find fun.

They were purely here to play; the surroundings of New York had been played by them all over; it just so happened that neither of them had been to the West Coast much; they heard that the scenery of the West Coast was better than the East Coast, so they flew over overnight.

If one had to find a reason, it was that this cat named Qiuqiu always ate and slept; they were worried about whether there was any problem, so they wanted to bring it over for Schiller to see.

Tim indicated that you guys could find a more ridiculous reason; Schiller is a psychologist; can he still see a doctor for pets?

He really can.

Schiller began to popularize the survival habits of pets at various stages for Dick and Raven—which is actually telling them that this is normal, and then alleviating the anxiety of the two; how can this not be a kind of psychological treatment?

Tim really couldn't stand them anymore, so he simply went back to the room to change clothes and went to study the hot spring in the backyard.

The hot spring pool in the backyard is still very large, located in the Japanese-style courtyard, showing a bit of quietness and leisure; the only problem is that Jason and Captain America fiddled for a long time and didn't produce water.

Tim leaned on the tree and said: "I guess you guys shouldn't have lived in any modern resort; this kind of facility involving water must contact the resort front desk to come and open the main valve; otherwise, if the pipeline system breaks one day, wouldn't the house be flooded?"

The two suddenly realized.

Tim returned to the house, and sure enough, he found the telephone yellow pages at the entrance, which recorded the phone number of the service staff in this community; after calling, it was indeed necessary to make an appointment in advance to open the water valve.

The other party felt a bit puzzled about his behavior of soaking in the hot spring early in the morning, but fortunately, the staff happened to have time; after about ten minutes, a service car common in the community stopped at the door.

The main valve was opened, but it still didn't produce water; the staff was also a bit confused, only saying that it was too early now, the maintenance staff hadn't gone to work yet, so they could only wait.

"So why do you guys want to soak in the hot spring early in the morning?" Tim asked with narrowed eyes in confusion.

"We just anticipated that this situation might occur," Jason said. "We found that the hot spring is not easy to use now, then the maintenance staff will definitely come before night; if we found out at night, we could only wait until tomorrow to soak."

Tim had to admit that what he said still made some sense; his two brothers were not all idiots.

But they couldn't soak in the hot spring during the day, and it was boring to stay in the house; several people proposed to go to the resort to take a look.

Among all these people, the one who likes to take a look the most is Dick and Raven; they fed the kitten goat milk, waited for it to sleep, changed their clothes, and happily called the community service car, going to the center of the resort at the fastest speed.

Because the car couldn't sit so many people at once, Tim followed Schiller in the last batch.

Then they found that this hot spring resort actually had a public pool; although no one had come so early, it was also open and could be soaked in, so Dick and Raven rushed back to change clothes again.

They also brought everyone's swimwear over by the way; Raven searched through a pile of clothes, patted her head and said: "I seem to have forgotten to take your swimsuit, Little Pa; didn't you put it in the suitcase?"

"I don't have a swimsuit," Pamela said. "And I don't need a swimsuit at all."

While speaking, the branches of a tree outside the window stretched over; a few leaves blocked the important parts of Pamela's body, and the vines strung them together; a green three-point swimsuit was made.

Raven was dumbfounded.

"What are you surprised about?" Pamela asked in confusion. "Aren't you also a magician? Can't you just use magic?"

"No, I mean... aren't you cold?" Raven hesitated, but the fact was that Pamela wore too little; even if she changed the leaves on her body into broad leaves like sycamore leaves, she couldn't block too much, not to mention that the leaves on her body now were not that big.

"It's okay; I really don't want to dress myself as a broccoli," Pamela shook her head and said. "Just treat me as a nudist."

Facts proved that Pamela was right; Raven wore that kind of one-piece swimsuit for swimming; as soon as she entered the water, she felt that she was separated from the hot water by a layer, which was very uncomfortable.

But if she really let this conservative girl dress like Pamela, she wouldn't be very willing; it was Dick who went to the front desk to ask, only to know that there were private hot springs separated by gender; Pamela pulled Raven to the pool inside.

"I don't doubt Pamela's purpose at all," Jason said.

"Yes, because she just wants to see beauties," Tim said.

"And some people, because of gender, were blocked outside," Schiller looked at Dick, and the three laughed together.

Dick rolled his eyes and said: "I'm not that kind of ghost in color."

"But Pamela is."

The two girls passed through the shower room and came to the semi-indoor pool in the back; there was a wall here, but the top was open-air; the temperature was about the same as the outdoor, and it was not as stuffy as the indoor when soaking.

And this is also about the same as a bathhouse; it is possible not to wear clothes; Pamela instigated Raven; although Raven is simple, she can at least see the green light in Pamela's eyes, used magic to change into a split swimsuit, and walked into the pool.

Pamela sighed in disappointment; after walking into the same pool as Raven, she said: "If Seeing Natasha were here too, her figure would be simply great; beauties are really good-looking everywhere."

"Seeing Natasha?" Raven didn't have much impression of this name; Pamela became interested, immediately took out her phone, and started sharing Seeing Natasha's photos with her.

Of course, it is impossible for there to be photos of female agents on the internet; these are basically taken by Pamela during encounters or meals; although most of them are not that clear, one can still see a few points of Seeing Natasha's beauty.

Raven found that Seeing Natasha was indeed very beautiful, but she was more interested in the thrilling stories of the female agent's past, pestering Pamela to tell her the version she had heard.

Pamela snapped her fingers and said: "You have such good taste; I would like her so much; her temperament and the stories on her body account for at least 80%; the beautiful Soviet female spy from the ice and snow of Moscow, my God..."

The two chatted for a long time; suddenly Pamela's phone rang; after she answered it, she showed a smile.

"Harley, how did you think of calling me? Are you busy over there?" Pamela brushed her hair and said.

Harley seemed to have said a lot; after Pamela finished listening, she said: "Then you have to ask Dr. Schiller yourself... We are in Los Angeles now; I will send you the location; if you book the nearest flight..."

"No need, I'm here," Harley's voice sounded behind Pamela; she turned her head and saw Harley and Barry standing together.

Raven let out a scream; Pamela hurriedly covered her mouth, and then said to Barry: "This is a women's bathhouse; get out quickly!!"

Barry's face turned red with a swoosh, and then turned into a golden light and disappeared; Harley was a bit confused; she said: "Aren't you all wearing clothes?"

"Then he can't come in! What if someone isn't wearing any?!" Raven said.

"Alright, I'm a bit anxious," Harley showed a bit of sorrow and said: "It's really difficult to talk about business with that group of mutants; a bunch of irritable maniacs; where is Dr. Schiller?"

"He is outside, and Jason is also there," Pamela blinked at her and said: "Just now I saw it; his figure is quite good, and the tattoo is also very sexy."

Harley rolled her eyes and said: "I'm here for business; besides the two of them, is there anyone else?"

"Dick and Tim are both there, as well as that Captain America, and a blind lawyer."

"Blind lawyer?"

"Yes, it seems he is also a superhero; he is quite powerful; he can discover Pamela and Tim from very far away, but it is not clear what his code name is."

Harley seemed to feel that there were some people, stood in place and thought for a while and said: "I'd better stay here for a while; wait until the evening."

Pamela also gave her a tree leaf swimsuit; Harley jumped directly into the pool, splashing both of them with water; Pamela was not to be outdone and rushed up to push her; Harley directly pressed her on the edge of the pool.

"Barry, why did you come over at this time?" Schiller certainly didn't forget that the two people who came to visit this time hadn't appeared much, which were Barry and Harley.

Harley can fully understand; she belongs to the kind who fell into the eyes of money; her main purpose of coming this time is to engage in investment, because she feels that she will often come here in the future, so she plans to set up some industries for herself first.

She doesn't have much principal here; Schiller originally thought Harley would come to him to borrow, but Harley didn't seem to have this plan; she had been busy since coming to this universe; Schiller was really a bit curious about what she was busy with.

Barry changed into swimming trunks, lifted his pants and tentatively tested the temperature by the pool, and then said: "She went to New Shangdu Country as a consultant; that mutant leader named Magneto values her very much, but forgive me for being blunt, this might be because there are not many people among them who have brains."

"You really learned bad from arrogance," Schiller rolled his eyes and said: "Even if it is a fact, you can't say it so bluntly."

"Alright, I'll change the way of saying it; Harley's brain is a rare item there; her wisdom is her precious wealth; she is helping them manage the industries of Earth and the Andromeda Galaxy; so far, she has done better than everyone else."

"Not strange," Steve drank a sip of cold beer, sighed for a long time and said: "They have always lacked business-type talents; most of them are not the material for doing business; otherwise, they would have stepped into the ranks of developed countries long ago."