amaotonovel Chapter 2939 Leisure Time (9)
Chapter 2939 Leisure Time (9)
Chapter 2939 Leisure Time (Part )
Although California is considered a relatively densely populated state, it still has the unique American characteristic of vast land and sparse population. Basically, high-rise buildings are only found in the more prosperous areas, and there are small houses closer to the edge, so you can often see palm trees taller than the houses.
The styles of these cities on the west coast are completely different from those on the east coast. Although the traffic jams are just as bad, there is plenty of sunshine, the breeze is gentle, the sky is as blue as if a filter was added, and you can also see all kinds of strange and exotic plants from temperate to tropical areas on the roadside, which are as green as if they were made of plastic.
Schiller and Tim drove around Los Angeles. Even at noon, when it was not so busy, there were still a lot of cars on the road. They drove for more than an hour and found a restaurant that looked like a Mexican building and walked in.
Then they realized that the cafe in the town might not be an Internet celebrity restaurant, because the restaurant in the city was also very expensive and not very delicious.
In the afternoon they drove to the beach, but they did not go to the beach. Instead, they just took a drive along the coastal road and drove to the airport before the evening rush hour.
The weather today is better than yesterday. When Pamela arrived, she happened to catch the purple sunset in California. The whole city was purple-red, and the light printed on the white walls turned into a dreamy color of overlapping pink, purple and orange.
Because it was still early, Pamela suggested going to the beach, so Schiller drove towards the beach.
The closer to the sea, the shorter the houses are, until they are basically two or three-story white houses dotted with brown glass, looking like half-cooked toast in the warm sunset light.
The streets here are relatively narrow, and there are many shops surrounded by walls on the roadside. Because of the sea breeze, the ubiquitous smell of marijuana is finally not so strong.
"I suddenly thought of a good way to refute the plant protectionists." Pamela leaned her elbows on the car window, her red hair moving slightly in the sea breeze.
Pamela looked at a homeless man lying on the wall and said, "Why aren't there any plant conservationists to protect the marijuana? Marijuana's life is also a life."
"So you can't develop a plant that can make people feel happy but not addictive?"
"Don't sound too illiterate, kid," Pamela said disdainfully. "Humans are addicted to happiness. It's a complete paradox."
Tim shrugged, indicating that he was just asking casually. Pamela said, "Drugs can destroy people's brains. There are so many people rushing to take them. If there were no more harm, all of humanity would just stay at home and take drugs."
"Ah, I can't stand it anymore." Pamela rolled up the car window because they were now against the wind, and the wind brought not only a faint smell of marijuana and the sea, but also the very unsurprising smell of feces and urine.
All I can say is that if you don't have a long nose, LA is indeed a good place.
They parked the car in front of a square, walked to the seaside, and found a restaurant on that street. As expected, it was still very expensive, reaching half the cost in New York.
Watching the leaves of the palm trees swaying slowly in the sunset and drinking the specially prepared sparkling wine, Pamela felt extremely relaxed. She let out a long sigh and wished she could melt into butter and collapse in the chair.
"Let's get down to business." Schiller put down his cup and said, "The party held at that so-called Love Farm is not a low-level event. You can't just walk over and throw a couple of vegetables there and cause chaos."
"Then lurk in the fields ahead of time," Pamela said. "Is one of their preparations for the banquet going to check every cabbage in the field to see if it will hit anyone?"
Tim laughed and said, "After that day probably everyone will do it."
"Just what the conservationists want," Pamela said angrily. "They better check their refrigerators three times a day or they'll get their noses broken by cabbages sooner or later."
“How many finished products did you bring?”
"Don't be silly, I can't bring finished products. I can't explain to security why I bring cabbage, and it's too easy to be crushed." Pamela said, she took out a small bag from her pocket, which contained a few seeds. She continued: "Because I can use the power of green, I can ripen them in a short time. A flower pot will do."
"So, shall we go buy some gardening tools later, or just go to the woods in front of the door?"
"Again, the cabbages are not small, and the farm is surrounded by three layers of fences. How can we get them in?" Schiller asked.
"So here's what I thought." Pamela was still very reliable after getting the payment. She said, "I can go around there in advance and make the plants in his living room die, so that he has to buy new ones."
"I could place the seeds in the pots of his new garden plants, and on the day of the party, they would sprout and jump into the crowd..."
"From what I know, this party is not that simple." Schiller said, stirring the contents of his glass with a straw. "There is a big shot at the party. He should be a connection of the female candidate. Someone is targeting him."
"But didn't you say that your Earth is safe and there are basically no enemies?" Pamela questioned.
"It doesn't have to be some super criminal or alien. Can't it be his political enemy? This kind of thing has happened since ancient times. It is impossible to avoid it."
"But if they carry out assassination in this situation, aren't they afraid of becoming the target of public criticism?"
"There have always been stupid people, but I think a political opponent who can become a member of Congress should not be particularly stupid. Maybe he is sure that no one can find him."
"Then there's the possibility of a super criminal," Tim said.
Schiller rolled his eyes. Why didn't he make sense? He thought for a moment, then explained, "If this case is presented as an ordinary assassination, there is no reason for it to be transferred to the SHIELD investigation process. Even if it is transferred, it will be investigated by ordinary agents first. Unless it is confirmed that it is a powerful superpower who committed the crime, superheroes will not be used."
Tim was about to ask something when Schiller continued, "Now, this is not a world that revolves around superheroes. Ordinary people's affairs should be resolved by ordinary people. The backbone of the Avengers, the largest superhero organization, is basically not on Earth. If they have to come back every day to settle lawsuits for ordinary people, then what's the point of talking about interstellar colonization?"
The two of them finally understood, and Pamela said with some concern: "Then this is also considered a superpower crime, right?"
"Who said that? Aren't you a man-beating cabbage grown through scientific means?"
"Yes, but most people wouldn't want to..."
"Who said no? I bet Nick had thought about this before you grew vegetables that could hit people. He would do anything to get away with it."
"Okay, what about the power of All Green?"
"I said, as long as it behaves like an ordinary assassination case, it will not be transferred to the SHIELD investigation process."
"But a cabbage that hits people doesn't look like..."
"I've already told you that you cultivated it using scientific methods!"
"How do you explain its presence at the crime scene?" Tim asked.
"It was just a common laboratory accident," Schiller said. "A batch of seeds were lost in the laboratory, bought by a careless gardener, and accidentally scattered in the pots of foliage plants, and then bought back by an even more careless farmer."
"That doesn't sound like a coincidence."
"There are probably tens of thousands of such coincidences happening every day across the United States," Schiller said. "There are a lot of things coming out of the lab, so what's the problem with two more cabbages?"
"I always feel that you are a bit wicked." Pamela said in a low voice at first, and then repeated it loudly, "You are very wicked! That guy named Nick Fury is even more wicked!"
"Why more?" Schiller heard the clue.
Pamela suddenly hesitated, and under Schiller's repeated questioning, she finally said, "Nick told me to refuse other ways to get the cabbage in, and let you bring the cabbage in, so that the cabbage can beat you up."
"This bastard!" Schiller cursed, "He is just taking revenge on me for not issuing him an invoice for psychological consultation!"
"Then why don't you prescribe it for him?" Tim asked curiously.
"Because I want to open it for Stark, and he offers a higher price."
"In other words, you provided psychological counseling to SHIELD employees, and then used the invoices to defraud Stark Group's medical funds?"
"What do you mean by deception?" Schiller stretched out his hand and listed them in detail. "If the SHIELD agents are mentally unhealthy and cause trouble, the Avengers will have to help them clean up their messes in the end? Once the Avengers are dispatched, won't Stark still have to spend money and worry?"
"Then what's the problem with me taking the psychological counseling invoices of the SHIELD agent to Stark Group for reimbursement? This is to help him solve the problem in advance, and the compensation is what I deserve!"
Pamela was already confused by him, but Tim pointed out the problem directly, "And then you recorded this money as an intangible asset to help falsely report the size of the company and amortize corporate income tax. What's the tax bureau's phone number?"
"No, no, no." Schiller gave Tim a sincere smile and said, "Stark showed you the account book so soon?"
"Do I need to read it? That's how I remember it at Wayne Group!"
"What's the tax bureau's phone number?"
After dinner, several people strolled on the beach, and then they figured out the real purpose of Pamela coming to the beach. It was not too cold now, and even at night, there were a bunch of bikini beauties on the beach. Pamela quickly mixed in and went dancing.
Schiller and Tim felt a bit bored, so they found a terrace by the sea to enjoy the view. After a while, they heard some noise at the end of the road, and they watched a group of people holding banners and walking towards them.
"What is this?" Schiller was also a little surprised. He looked carefully at the words written on the banner and said, "California Independence???"
"It's a cliché," Tim said. "California's culture is indeed different from the rest of the United States. Many people don't feel they belong and hate the U.S. Congress telling them what to do."
"So it looks like the situation with the female candidate isn't looking good... Could this be related to someone trying to assassinate a congressman at a farm party?"
"Of course." Tim turned around, resting his elbows on the railing and said, "If you want to assassinate someone, just do it. Why would you make it known to everyone and cause a big uproar before the assassination? Isn't it just to force the big shots who want to support the female candidate to retreat? The same goes for this parade."
"You are too sophisticated for someone of your age."
"Then you have to ask Bruce." Tim said unhappily, "He's been gone for a few months, and I'm the one who runs the entire Wayne Group for him. One day I'll run away with all his property..."
Just as they said this, a wine bottle came crashing down at them. The two of them quickly dodged and discovered that a big man in the crowd was actually giving them the middle finger.
The scenery in LA is indeed beautiful, you can go there for fun, preferably when you have rhinitis.
Those who often play GTA5 can rent a car. I don’t need a navigation system anyway. I can recognize the road with my eyes closed. In every corner of the city, I can see the desperate escape of my five-star good citizens.