Chapter 4189: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (VII)

After finally driving all the Robins back to the room, Schiller hadn't had time to relax when Jeff the shark-dog had another situation. Schiller drove from the S. H. I. E. L. D. base back to the nursing home, just passing by Central Park, and then saw a shark fin cutting across the calm lake surface of the Central Park pond.

The stupid humans next to him screamed and ran away. Schiller was puzzled: Do you remember that this place is a pond? How could there be a shark here?!

But thinking about it, this is New York, everything is possible, so he could understand it.

He walked over and stood on the shore, shouting inside: "Jeff! Jeff! Come up!!!"

The shark fin floated towards him swaying, and then with an "Awoo," a blue shark puppy jumped up, and then used the whirlwind water-shaking skill, successfully shaking all the water on his body onto Schiller.

Schiller used his arm to block, but still inevitably got his clothes wet. He flicked Jeff's forehead with his finger, but Jeff didn't feel it at all, still grinning happily, sticking out his tongue.

Anyway, his clothes were wet, so Schiller picked up Jeff and left. The four short legs were still kicking in the air. Unfortunately, Jeff, like a seal, is a thing that cannot be hanged, and has no neck at all. Once held by the waist, he can't exert any strength, no matter how he kicks, he can't kick out.

As soon as Schiller went back, he saw another thing that cannot be hanged, Pikachu. He went to the bathroom to find a towel, turned his head and said: "Why are you back? Did the Guardians of the Galaxy finally fire you?"

"What, no," Pikachu said irritably, "I stopped working with them long ago, I have my own business."

"Running around wildly outside every day." Schiller shook his head, took out a thick bath towel from the bathroom, and began to wipe the water on Jeff's body. Jeff seemed to think this was a game, and began to wave his short legs to kick the bath towel.

"Oh, hey, Jeff! Don't be like this, bad dog!"

The most terrible thing is that the little black cat Schiller raised before, that is, the Flerken Chewie, also heard the movement and rushed into the bathroom. At this moment, Jeff was turning his head to look at the door, and Chewie opened his back dragon form as soon as he saw those sharp teeth, and swallowed Jeff with an "Awoo" sound.

"God, Chewie, spit it out quickly!" Schiller picked up the cat, shook his neck and said, "Spit it out quickly, bad cat!"

"Haha," Pikachu was still gloating on the side, "Now you know who is the most worry-free, right?"

Schiller was inducing vomiting for Chewie while saying: "Don't think I don't know, where did the New York cheesecake that Wanda sent over and I put in the refrigerator go?"

"I don't know, I'm just a bad mouse. *Hiccup! *"

In Queens, at Spider-Man's base, Peter took the takeout from Miles, and Miles took off his gloves. Polaris stood aside and said with some surprise: "Why are you wearing gloves? And these rubber kitchen gloves?"

"Because I don't want the spider silk to get the food dirty," Miles shrugged and said, "Someone questioned this problem when I was delivering takeout before, so since then, if I need to carry food and swing around, I will wear gloves."

"You are quite careful," Polaris praised.

"But in fact, it only plays a psychological comfort role, because my web-shooters are worn outside the gloves." Miles walked over to unpack the takeout.

Polaris also sat on the sofa, opened a can of soda, looked up and looked around the room, and then said: "This place looks like it has some years, how did you find it?"

"This has always been my base," Peter said, "Since I started being Spider-Man, I have prepared equipment and collected data here, and now it is passed to Miles. However, I occasionally come back to build some small things."

"I understand, a man's independent space, right."

"It's not what you think, Gwen also knows here, she occasionally comes too."

"Come to do what? Clean up?"

"What's wrong with you? Lorna?" Peter looked at Polaris with some doubt and said, "Did someone tell you something? What stimulation did you receive?"

"You asked me who I would invite to my wedding, I thought you were that kind of traditional man," Polaris said, "Marriage is a symbol of tradition."

"That is the proof of our love!" Peter muttered a few words with some dissatisfaction, but also knew that they were not on the same page in this regard, so he simply skipped this topic.

Miles looked between the two of them, shook his head and said: "I only know that love and marriage are games for you rich people, I only hope that the salary for this operation can help me pay next month's rent."

"I don't have much money either," Polaris said, "Fortunately, I can still go back to school to live, thanks to the Professor."

They took out the fried chicken takeout. Miles rubbed his hands and said: "This is the best fried chicken in our area, the level of Big Mac fried chicken is first-class, you haven't tasted it yet, come and taste it quickly."

Peter glanced at Polaris, but didn't see anything, so he unpacked the package. The golden and crispy fried chicken appeared in front of him, so they couldn't care about the previous topic, opened their sodas, and began to eat heartily.

"It's a pity there is no wine," Polaris said with emotion, "At this time, having a few cans of ice beer is the delicacy of the world."

"That won't work," Peter said, "We have to understand the common sense of driving a spaceship later, and discuss the issue of teammates. If we are drunk, we can't do any of these."

"Alright, alright," Polaris waved her hand. When she looked up and drank the drink, Peter vaguely saw a trace of depression on her face.

So he tried to open his mouth like Dr. Schiller and said: "Our time tonight is quite abundant, no need to be too anxious, we can talk while eating about the choice of teammates."

"Who do you want to choose?" Miles asked with a chicken wing in his hand.

"I think it's enough for us to choose one more," Peter said, "On the way back, I looked at the part about spaceship driving in the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Most spaceships' manual driving systems only need three people, and the other one can go to handle some other work. That spaceship is not big, if there are five people, it will be too crowded."

"Alright, you are the boss, you have the final say."

"I plan to find a Robin," Peter said, "Our team lacks a strategist, so I want to find Tim, what do you think?"

"If you want to find a Robin, I have a candidate here," Polaris said, "One of the few survivors after the power explosion in the multiverse war last time, Jason Todd, who calls himself Arkham Knight."

"I seem to have heard you mention it," Peter said, "You were blown up without a physical body at that time, and he could actually survive, and you two went to the dream dimension together. This guy's willpower is too strong."

"Why don't you say that I could survive without a physical body, and I am also very strong?" Polaris said subconsciously, but she soon fell silent again, seemingly knowing that her reaction was a bit too intense.

"I didn't deny this point, lady, I just said that his physical body is just an ordinary person after all, and he could survive from such an explosion, which is indeed remarkable. As for you without a physical body, and being able to survive in a spiritual state, it is indeed beyond my understanding, I have no way to evaluate it."

"So you think he is good?" Miles took a bite of the chicken leg and said, "Then let's choose him."

"Why?" Peter looked at Miles and asked.

"It's easy to talk to an acquaintance," Miles replied simply, "If we find someone none of us three know, the atmosphere will inevitably be very awkward, and we don't have much time to grind."

Peter also felt it made sense, so he said: "Alright, Lorna, you go contact him?"

Polaris wiped her mouth, stood up to get her mobile phone. When she turned back, Miles gave Peter a wink, Peter took out his mobile phone, and also began to send text messages.

"Who do you want to inform?" Polaris's voice came from the mobile phone. Peter threw his mobile phone away with a "pop," and Miles jumped directly to the ceiling.

"Sorry, just kidding," Polaris waved at them.

Miles swallowed, Peter took a deep breath, turned back to look at Polaris and said: "Lorna, I think we need to talk."

Polaris ignored him, so he said again: "I think your mental state has some problems, if you insist on refusing to communicate, then I can only tell the psychologist..."

"Alright, but I don't talk in the place where you play house."

"Where are you going?"

"Follow me."

Ten minutes later, several people came to a remote and quiet bar. They sat at the bar and ordered a few drinks. Miles seemed to be drinking this kind of cocktail for the first time, constantly poking ice cubes with a straw.

Peter and Polaris looked much more experienced. Polaris sat sideways, one elbow supported on the countertop, fiddling with her hair; while Peter added a few more ice cubes to his wine, picked it up and took a sip.

"I don't know how to say it, in general, it's... um... Havok proposed to me."

Peter almost sprayed his wine, he looked at Polaris and said: "Then you are still not satisfied with what I said about marriage..."

"First of all, I am not dissatisfied; secondly, does it mean I have to marry him just because he proposed?"

"You are obviously self-contradictory. I mean, you don't think you are going to marry him, so you are dissatisfied with me mentioning marriage, but you also said you are not dissatisfied, this is a logical contradiction."

"Humans are contradictory," Polaris said, "I have no dissatisfaction with you, I can also understand why you would say such words, because you are a married man, and at least it seems your marriage is very happy."

"Is there any problem with this? I know there are many unhappy marriages, and I also know that the reason for unhappy marriages may not even be the two parties who are married, but I can't be a liar to take care of most people's moods. Gwen and I have always had a good relationship, and I am very happy to use marriage to compare certain things, these things are usually positive."

"For example?"

"For example, your emotional state, I am really worried, if you want to get married, what a big mess it will be. You know you are mutants, I don't have any discrimination against mutants, but your father is Magneto, the conflict level of fighting power is a bit too high, I am worried about New York."

"You assumed too many things, let alone whether I will get married, we may not necessarily fight at the wedding, my father may not necessarily take action, and even if he takes action, he may not necessarily destroy the entire New York."

Peter looked at her speechlessly, and finally could only evaluate: "Then you are quite optimistic."

"Alright, let's talk about business, he proposed to me."

"Then what about you? What do you think?"

"I felt very angry, so I had a big fight with him."

"Uh, you don't want to get married, right?" Peter chose gentle wording as much as possible and said, "That guy chose the wrong time and didn't consider your feelings, it's really not good."

"No, I'm not angry about this," Polaris said, "I know he likes me very much, he wants to build a family with me, actually I also like him, but..."

"But what?"

"I don't know, do you think I am very similar to Wanda?" ===== CHAPTER 4190 =====