#216 - Betty Ross
#216 - Betty Ross
In the end, with nowhere else to go, Liang Yue was once again reduced to staying in a hotel.
There was no other way; in this freezing winter month, the windows of his home had been smashed, and the door had been kicked down.
The floors and carpets had been trampled by so many shoes, that even if Liang Yue didn't have any serious obsessive-compulsive habits, he certainly wouldn't stay there and subject himself to that.
Even if Liang Yue was about to head straight to the stronghold world to enjoy double his personal time, he still couldn't.
As a refined young man, sometimes he had to put on appearances…
However, since this matter was the fault of S.H.I.E.L.D., they had to give him an explanation.
Even without him saying anything, the minimum requirement was that if, when Liang Yue returned home from school tomorrow afternoon, they hadn't repaired his apartment, cleaned it up, and delivered a certain amount of compensation for damages...
Then that would prove that this organization was not worth cooperating with, or rather, that they held some discriminatory behavior towards Liang Yue.
In that case, they shouldn't expect him to provide them with even the slightest bit of help in the future.
…
After checking into the hotel, it was already past six in the afternoon.
In New York City, approaching December, it was already night, and the dazzling neon lights illuminated the entire city outside the window.
A thin layer of snowflakes was slowly falling with the cold wind, making the entire city seem somewhat hazy.
Since the neighborhood where Liang Yue was located still belonged to the surrounding area of the campus, although the atmosphere of the bar in front of him seemed a bit strong, it didn't give people the slightest sense of chaos.
A group of people dancing and singing along to country music was actually a rare kind of warm atmosphere in the steel city of New York.
With the help of alcohol, the men and women who were dressed in suits and ties, or who were somewhat dull and overly rigorous, began to put down their pretenses in life and gradually integrate into the atmosphere.
"Do you have any drink recommendations?"
Arriving at the bar, Liang Yue asked the bartender inside, who was wearing a vest and striking poses to show off to a woman next to him.
"How about a Flaming Lips? I guarantee it's very stimulating!"
Being disturbed from his plan to pick up a girl, the bartender was obviously a little unhappy at this time.
Especially after seeing that Liang Yue was an Asian with black hair and black eyes, a hint of unwarranted contempt seemed to rise on the young man's face.
It was predictable that the other party would give him a hard time.
Seeing this, Liang Yue suddenly became interested.
"Don't listen to him; the Flaming Lips here is a mixed drink made with liquor of over ninety proof. Judging by your age, you should have a lighter ale."
At this moment, the woman who had just been constantly wooed by the bartender suddenly joined the conversation, her magnetic voice carrying a hint of hazy drunkenness.
Turning her head, her hair was pulled back, revealing a face that Liang Yue was extremely familiar with.
"Alvin? What are you doing here~ Oh, sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
Seeing the other party's face, Liang Yue thought he was hallucinating for a moment, but he quickly reacted and gave the lady in front of him, who was already a bit flushed with alcohol, an apologetic smile.
That's right, this woman was none other than the female doctor who had followed General Ross off the helicopter when he had beheaded Abomination on the street.
The other party's proper identity was General Ross's daughter, Dr. Banner's ex-girlfriend, Betty Ross.
Moreover, this female doctor should currently be teaching at the university next to Liang Yue's high school.
Anyway, they were nearby, so it was normal to come over for a drink after work.
It's just that Ms. Betty seemed to have drunk a bit too much at this time, and a layer of confusion was covering her crystal-clear eyes.
And the other party's reaction at this time seemed a bit strange.
After seeing Liang Yue, the female doctor actually moved her head closer, carefully examining his forehead, eyebrows, hairstyle, and eyes before saying with a tipsy smile:
"Is that how you pick up women, little boy?"
"Huh? Do we know each other, ma'am?"
Seeing this, Liang Yue asked in surprise.
At that time, he had only glanced at the other party from afar on the street, relying on his own eyesight far beyond ordinary people to clearly see the woman's face, but if it were the other way around~
"More or less. After that incident, my father specifically investigated you. I also saw information about you at his house. That's how I know you just turned eighteen this year.
And you're still in high school next door. Oh~ But I actually recognized you by your eyes, hehehe~"
Saying that, the female doctor rubbed her forehead, the corners of her mouth curved in a wanton smile, looking like she might fall over drunk at any moment.
"Okay~ It seems that in the eyes of certain classes, I'm already a celebrity. How is he? I'm referring to Dr. Banner."
Hearing this, Liang Yue immediately moved closer to the lady, ignoring the bartender's disgruntled expression, and continued to draw closer to the topic.
"Huh? You know him too?"
Betty Ross raised her head again upon hearing this, and looked at Liang Yue, propping her chin up with one hand.
After mentioning her ex-boyfriend, a hint of sorrow clearly appeared on the woman's face.
"Yes, I also investigated the whole story that night afterwards and found that it all seemed to be caused by Dr. Banner's blood."
"Banner, he escaped from the military prison not long after the incident and turned into the Hulk again. That inhibitor was useless to him. He and I are no longer possible, alas~"
Along with a helpless sigh, a tear suddenly flowed from the woman's eyes.
Seeing this, Liang Yue quickly handed over a few tissues.
"Your Flaming Lips, kid. I've already heard what you said. Only eighteen years old, still in high school, and you dare to come to a bar to drink. Do you have enough money on you?"
Pushing a glass of excessive liquor with a layer of red liquid floating on top in front of him, the bartender raised his eyebrows at this time, looking at him with a contemptuous expression.
As for such a provocateur with obvious intentions, Liang Yue was too lazy to pay attention to the other party. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
After carefully tasting it, he found that the taste was actually not bad!
The layer of red liquid on top of the glass should be a plum juice mixed into the liquor and blended. The taste was relatively soft, with a hint of sourness and sweetness. The layer below was pure whiskey.
It was indeed as the bartender had said before, the taste was very hot and stimulating.
"Tsk~ The taste is okay, but the choice of base liquor is slightly lacking."
After smacking his lips, Liang Yue commented as such.
As for the so-called liquor of over ninety proof, it was just a joke in front of him. It would take a lot more to get him drunk~
"Hehehehe… uh~"
Seeing this, Dr. Betty next to him suddenly laughed in a way that made people confused.
But later, she suddenly hiccuped, and then her body softened forward, directly falling into Liang Yue's arms.
Liang Yue: "…?"
Bartender: "!"
"Hey~ Dr. Betty, are you okay? Are you really drunk? If you don't wake up, I'll take it as you're giving me a chance~"
Gently patting the woman's back, Liang Yue realized that she still had no reaction, and he was immediately dumbfounded.
Looking at the bartender next to him, he saw that the other party was wearing an expectant and faintly excited expression, obviously planning to pick up a corpse.
What else could Liang Yue say when he saw this? He directly half-held the female doctor up from her seat.
"Hey~ If you want to take her away, pay the bill together~"
Before the bartender could finish speaking, Liang Yue had already slapped a hundred-dollar bill in front of him.
After drinking the half-glass of Flaming Lips on the bar in one gulp, he disappeared into the bar with the woman in his arms, leaving the other party with a face as if he had swallowed a fly.
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